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Title: Cafe Connections 1: On the upside... by Mechinadragonash Tags: Anal, Dragon, Gay, M/M, Mild Drama, Story Series, Wolf This is the first in a series of short stories I'm going to write about a group of friends who hang out at a particular cafe, and the various connections they eventually make with each other, hence the title Cafe Connections. This particular story involves my own character, who has recently parted with his lover, and is pretty much looking for some rough, simple sex, and maybe finds more than just that. Hope you all enjoy. \~Mechina --- Mechina sat on the couch in the back of his favorite cafe, Rocketstar, the obsidian scales of his exposed chest gleaming behind a haze of smoke. He was leaning forward slightly, claws folded beneath his chin, his eyes far off in the world of his thoughts. He wore a black satin dress shirt, rolled up past his elbows and unbuttoned, nothing beneath. The exposed parts of his form were lithe and slightly toned, marked with white runic brands in strange diagrams; his black wings folded behind his back. The dragon's well muscled legs were garbed in baggy black cargo pants that hung teasingly low, his tail flicking this way and that, moved by his dark thoughts. Just a few days before this, his lover of nearly a year had decided he wished to be 'just friends.' The idiocy of such an idea considering the circumstances around it just irked him to no end, and, considering he and his ex-lover's sexual appetites, far too many familiar places held memories that brought unwanted emotion. This couch, even, had been a site for one of their adventures, still fresh in his mind... *"I love you," the voice said, as a playful feline claw ran up his back, sending shivers rampant through his body...* Growling, the dragon cast the memory aside, and attempted to do so with the feelings that came with it, though one persisted against his will. Now, not only was he irritated, he was aroused, and that just topped his week off. His mate had left him for another, he had lost a good friend thanks to the war, and he no longer had a place to stay, due to events that had happened earlier that day. Nothing was going right for him anymore. At this point, all he wanted was a fuck without any implications. Alcohol, which he had just celebrated finally being able to get legally, was another option. He looked up at the entrance while he pondered this, and saw one of his good friends come in. De'astin was a gorgeous wolf, the seemingly stereotypical type you saw all the time on the covers of fashion magazines for males. He was a perfect, silky gray with a milky white chest, muzzle, and face. De'astin's reputation was a bit shady, he was known to be the person you went to if you needed something that might not have been legal, and he organized a lot of the local raves. He moved straight to the couch to drop down beside Mechina. "What's with the doom and gloom look, Mech?" De'astin queried as he sprawled, garbed in a thin, half-zipped hoodie that exposed his muscular chest and faded blue jeans covered in anti-government patches and tears, a few pretty revealing ones. Mechina sighed, and rubbed his face. "Homeless, mateless, and horny. Not a great combo." Mechina was pretty blunt when he did speak, which wasn't often. The dragon was on the shyer side most of the time though in certain crowds he was sociable. He was well liked by those who put the effort into getting to know him, and he was fairly attractive. "Wow. You really did get it bad this time, dude. Well, I know you, and you'll be back at it in no time. As for being horny... Couple ways that could be remedied. Most convenient, yet dissatisfying, option would be to paw off." De'astin cracked a smirk, being his usual smart-ass self, trying to cheer Mechina up. While De'astin was a bit arrogant, he was still kindhearted and loyal to his friends, and his smile was infectious. "Heh. You only suggest because you secretly think of me pawing off and paw off yourself." Mechina chuckled, flicking his tongue at De'astin playfully. The two made such jokes with each other often, neither really expecting the other to take it seriously, both thought the other to be disinterested since they had met. "Maybe. Maybe I think of more than that." De'astin gave Mechina an odd look, to which Mechina had to loft a brow. "And by that you mean?" Mechina queried, curious to see where the wolf was trying to take things. Secretly, Mechina had thought of De'astin in that way for the longest time, never acting because he thought De'astin was too attractive to be interested, and De'astin was convinced Mechina had always been looking for something other than what he had to offer. "You want to come upstairs with me?" De'astin asked, his smirk softening a bit, with a playful sparkle in his eye. The wolf lived in the apartments over the cafe, preferring the solitude of the lofty studios rather than rooming like most college-aged males, and it was perfect for his sexual behavior, most roommates wouldn't approve of how often De'astin had overnight guests. Mechina chewed his lip as he considered momentarily, the thought both appealing and somewhat surprising, and then gave in. "Yes, actually, I would." The wolf *was* gorgeous, after all, and Mechina needed it right then, and it was something De'astin himself had been wanting for a long while. The wolf then took Mechina by the paw as he rose, and led him up the stairs to his quarters. --- The details of what the apartment looked like were lost on Mechina, as De'astin was on him as soon as they entered the door. The wolf grabbed Mechina by the neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, his tongue probing Mechina's muzzle, De'astin's forcefulness nearly melting him then and there. The wolf gently led Mechina to the bed while his kisses moved from Mechina's muzzle to the dragon's neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh just enough to hurt in that exquisitely good way, and his paw groping at Mechina's crotch. As Mechina's legs bumped into the mattress, De'astin pushed him onto it, his paws grabbing onto Mechina's baggy pants and tearing them off with gusto, leaving Mechina exposed. His sheath was already full due to De'astin's wandering paw, and his perfect black member emerged fully as De'astin lowered his snout and gave his sheath a tortuously slow lick starting at Mechina's plump balls and proceeding up Mechina's shaft with just the tip, tasting Mechina's slit before going down on Mechina's thick seven inches. De'astin was obviously experienced, and his delicate use of teeth and strong tongue worked at Mechina's member until it was rock hard, causing Mechina to pant with pleasure. He generally did nt enjoy being given oral, but De'astin was doing it like noone before him had. De'astin lifted his head, and Mechina drew him into a long kiss, the two twining tongues, both lost in their arousal. De'astin's paws fumbled with the removal of his own pants, but sure enough, they were soon gone and De'astin's beautiful member was exposed, his sack the size of Mechina's fist. The wolf was already fully aroused, his slick eight inches glistening and thick, with the typical canine knot at the base. As he continued his make out with Mechina, he positioned himself with his cock angled at Mechina's waiting tailhole. Mechina gave a muffled gasped of surprise and slight pain as De'astin suddenly plunged into him, a gasp that turned into a low moan of pleasure as his insides relaxed around Deastin's thick length, ecstatic in the feeling of finally habing someone inside of him again. De'astin didn't bother going slow, his cock demanding rough pleasure, and thusly he quickly pulled out and slammed right back in, causing Mechina to groan in ecstasy. De'astin began pumping inside Mechina, the two breathing heavily, claws and teeth exploring each other's body, De'astin's fur damp with sweat, and Mechina's smooth scales slick in De'astin's embrace. Mechina's clawtip traced De'astin's spine, following his back down to his rump, the hoodie having been discarded not long before. The dragon squeezed the wolf's firm rump as De'astin continued his thrusting, his cock hitting all the right places to make Mechina groan and gasp in pleasure. Mechina's claw slid down to De'astin's tight pink tailhole, tracing light circles around it before squeezing into the orifice. De'astin gasped in delight at this, thrusting hard into Mechina's tight ass, locking his muzzle onto Mechina's own in an impassioned kiss. Mechina began finger fucking De'astin in counterpoint to De'astin's thrusting into himself, his skillful digits driving the wolf into a frenzy as he first added one extra digit, and then another. De'astin's thrusts became harder and more urgent, causing Mechina to gasp uncontrollably, struggling to hold back his climax in the rush of pleasure. De'astin was an experienced top, and his thrusts were aimed perfectly at giving both he and Mechina as much pleasure as possible, and the tightness of Mechina's tailhole around his cock was delicious. Mechina was not a passive bottom either, and he milked De'astin's tool with his ass muscles in a way that made De'astin growl continuously with pleasure. De'astin suddenly plunged in to the hilt on Mechina, the dragon letting out a roar of pleasure as he let off as his first orgasm hit, copious amounts of seed shooting onto his bare chest, his ass clenching tight arousnd De'astin's not, triggering the beginning of De'astin's lupine orgasm.. As Mechina's tailhole closed over the knot, it began to expand, pulsing as it did so, to the size of a fist inside of the dragon, who could only moan as De'astin continued humping inside of him as he fired load after load of hot cum inside of the dragon, the knot pulsing against Mechina's prostate, bringing him near to a second climax. De'astin leaned his head down and began sucking Mechina off, milking Mechina's cock with his skilled tongue and lips, seeking out the most sensitive places instinctively, and it wasn't long before Mechina came again, firing his hot load into De'astin's gullet, and the wolf drank him dry. His orgasm once again caused his prostate clamped down on De'astin's engorged knot, driving the wolf to fire one last volley of hot seed from euphoric pressure. Both panted, exhausted and spent, before embracing each other and falling into slumber, still joined as one.

Title: Genetic Children-Log 03- No Work Today by Korm Tags: Character Development, Dream, Feline, M/F, Pregnancy, Science, Story Progression, Story Series Please don't steal my Characters or my ideas, sorry if this is similar to your life(as if) Some more latin in this one courtesy of Google translations again, Carrying an opaque white bag Korm headed out to the footpath to throw it in his wheelie bin. It was collection day so he had taken the bin out a few hours earlier, after opening the lid and cramming the bag in he saw the truck was already heading down his street. He shut the lid and stood waiting for the large white garbage truck to shuffle its way down, god it was moving slow. As it was getting closer he noticed that it had neglected to pick up the bin at the house before his, and leaning backwards he could see that the others hadn't been emptied either, if they had been the lids would be open. Feeling a tingle run up the back of his neck he turned and walked slowly back into his house. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "HELLO? ANYONE HOME?" Korm heard a man yelling. He had heard the truck stop for a few seconds before continuing on of course he had also heard a door slam as someone got out of the truck. Korm had locked his front door and went into the bedroom to his clothes cupboard he had to be ready if this was, as his feeling suggested, something bad. He pulled aside his jackets and pushed a button concealed on the upper side of the door frame. SMASH!!! Korm heard a window shatter at the back of his house, they were coming in and they weren't being quiet about it. He heard the footsteps coming through the house towards his bedroom, the bedroom door was kicked open so hard that the handle smashed a hole in the wall. The man proceeded to his computer ripped the cords from the tower box and left out the front door. Korm heard the truck stop again, the door slam and the truck left. He was still under the floor, under the bed. The button had opened a trap door to a bunker under his house, the lab told him he would need it one day. It was equipped with everything that anyone would need for survival in case he had to hide out for a prolonged period. It was fire proof and once a man was inside there was an override to render the button in the cupboard useless. There was also no way anyone could trace the button to that which it operated as the link was wireless. Korm was in his bunker sending the last of his data backups to the second always-on computer in his lab, the button had a secondary feature. It immediately backed all pre-set files up to his bunker computer via 10mb/s wireless LAN. He had his dream notes, technical notes and research pre-set, all of it had been transferred and deleted from his hard drive as the files were compressed it had only taken seconds. Looking at the monitor, he saw the feed from 30 pinhole cameras placed throughout his house, all were clear. He opened the encrypted messaging service on his computer and typed in a binary code to access the Lab's message system. Which was the following: "have been attacked, assailants unknown proceeding with breach protocol will contact within 24 hours" Three hours later Korm was sitting on a large piece of concrete in a dimly lit, empty building. He was setting up a laptop that he had cut from the inside of this rodeo's back seat, it had all the encryption software installed but required a code on start-up or the hard drive would fry. He input the code and let the Lab know that he had evaded any tails and the breach protocol had been enacted, all he had with him was his car and the clothes on his back. A reply came from the Lab, a reply directly from the Director, after decoding it read: "Info being gathered, confirmation of breach protocol enactment accepted, proceed to secondary pit, return to Lab in morning, DISCARD VEHICLE" Korm shut the laptop down and walked through the debris to the doorway. He went to the car and put the laptop under the drivers seat. The car started first time and he pulled out of the abandoned block and headed through down a bush road away from town. After he had emerged from the underground bunker, he went to his car and grabbed a jerry can from the back. He set it on the ground and pulled a crowbar out as well. After ripping one of the weatherboards off the house's back wall, he withdrew some fake number plates and changed his cars plates. He threw the crowbar back into the car and then the original number plates went into his house. His house was laced with a passive explosive that had to be armed or it was just as useless as play dough, C2 explosive was much more stable than c4 and the explosive can be more easily controlled. The arming device and detonator were concealed in his car as well, he poured the petrol from the jerry can on everything he could from the front door to the back, threw the can as far in as he could and shut the back door. As Korm was driving away several small muffled bangs were heard from his house and the petrol ignited, and his house was gone along with everything that was evidence of him being there Long before the Fire Service ever got there. As he drove away from the abandoned block he saw a side road and turned onto it, after travelling two kilometres, he turned his car right and drove it into the bush. He transferred all the gadgets from his car into the chest on the motorbike that was concealed in the bush and drove his car into the underground storage. After grabbing a few essentials from the stored food and water, he locked the front from the inside and headed down stairs. It was a small place, big enough for his car and the bike on the top level and just a room with a bed and a computer on the lower level. The facilities were powered by batteries, activated upon entering and sufficient for at least a week of constant use. He plugged his laptop in, preferring to use that over the on base computer, and plugged the satellite line in to his modem. He sent one more message before retiring to bed that day: "Secondary pit reached and secure, not followed going to stay here the night and proceed just before sunrise, prepare the shed two wheels only." With that he hit the hay. "Liber, Maritus, Periculum!" The woman was standing facing his but her head was concealed in shadow. He wondered what was casting the shadow as, looking up he saw nothing above them. He had control of his head in this dream but not his body. He moved his gaze back down and saw that he was naked, she was also naked. A soft light was caressing her thighs and the left side of her abdomen. The light emanated from nowhere and threw a shadow over her right side, the swell of her stomach was a little larger this time, he surmised that this was his mind dealing with the impending 'birth' of his daughter. The feline glided over the ground towards him, her paws making no sound on the ground. She raised a human hand to his face and stoked along his bearded chin. He still couldn't see her face it was like a matt black block over her eyes, ears and nose. She moved her hand to the back of his head and proceeded to kiss him, plunging her tongue deep into ins mouth, his tongue replied feeling it was natural, something he did everyday, it slipped in and around her rough feline tongue, exciting him as he tasted he. He felt her starting to pull out of the kiss and he couldn't do anything about it as his body wouldn't respond. Her hand licked down his side and he felt it encompass his shaft, she pulled her hand away from him, and the pushed it back towards his body. Korm let out a quiet moan. Her head rushed forward until her ear was resting on his cheek, he could feel her face fur and smell her cat-like scent. She was still pumping downstairs as she whispered in his ear: "EXCITO!" More Latin, WAKE! Child, Husband, Danger! Was the message left in his mind, Child, Husband, Danger! Either he was in danger or his child was.

Title: Amongst the city - chapter 1 by shywryter Tags: M/F/F, Vampire, Wolf I walked by Pup's room on another round of pacing around the den as we called it. I was itching to get out of there and gain some relief for myself however leaving him alone while vulnerable was out of the question, even if this place was lined better than Fort Knox. I let out a soft sigh knowing tonight was going to be a long one, he had been trying to prolong the down times of his raging hormones by pulling virtual all nighters with more than one women. Unfortunately his body didn't care about the quantity of women just the quantity of release. However our line of work didn't always allow for that. I knew he probably caught my small sigh but the women in the midst of the throes of passion would not have heard it. I turned away from the sights of the two women one riding pups large thick cock and the other riding his tongue and the sounds of their screams. More screams erupted and then a short growl shortly after. I knew with the pattern of things I had scene in other women's heads that he had changed positions and was now driving hard into the wet depths of one of the females while pounding away into the other with his long fingers. I shuddered, flashing through the different screams I had heard over the past couple of months. Afterwards, when he was sated and calm again I was going out hunting to drown out the screams with the women that I conquested. Nothing ever did compare which given who and what he was, was understandable. Not that I had personally known the reasoning but through the memories of the women I erased I saw, heard and felt everything as they had. I knew every inch of him through the eyes of those women, every inch. I knew what every thrust felt like. Not that many humans were able to too closely scrutinize what I had over the past months. His rock solid six foot tall body, chiseled half by biology and half by life we led, his long thick dark hair. His skin, that looked dark but was covered with a thin fine layer of fur. His ear, slightly pointed back. His eyes, a light golden color that gradually got darker as his need deepened. His teeth, all sharpened and ready for deadly feeding. And no one noticed that he walked on the balls of his feet. The last quality of pup I had learned from seeing through the eyes of those he took, was that his cock was just as proportional to the rest of him. It was my job once he had finished was to replace their memories and send them on their way. The unfortunate side effect which I had not brought up to pup was that I knew every thing they had done so very well, I knew exactly what it would feel like to be with him though I never had and we agreed never would. I felt the hum of my drive pulsing under my skin and cursed myself willing memories that weren't my own away. Tonight I not only needed to feed but I needed to have my physical needs met as well. A deadly combo brought on by the Nanos that wasn't learned until a couple of months into the program. A program much like Pup's, where they called for people to be test subjects for genetic alterations. This was in effort to prepare people for the future when surviving became important and not just monetary gains. That was although how they pulled people in, a large sum of cash. That wasn't to say that subjects weren't screened and handpicked for the tests. The main reason I entered the Nano program was that it promised to fix just about anything that could be physically wrong with a person and was a hell of a lot cheaper than lasik. They soon found that the Nanos didn't just die off when everything was "fixed" because the body was constantly in a state of disrepair meaning the Nanos were constantly working and burning fuel. Their fuel happened to be blood and the body didn't naturally reproduce blood fast enough to supply the Nanos. Transfusions had to take place in order for the Nanos not to drain blood from tissue, muscle and then organs. Unfortunately there wasn't enough transfusion blood available for those that had the Nanos. Most of the subjects died off while very few us began to develop differently. It was believed that the Nanos altered their hosts in order to obtain more blood. The few of us who survived had heightened senses, became stronger, move faster and our bodies stayed in an optimal performing condition. Even with these adaptations there were only a handful of us that had learned to use the most important change we had undergone, fangs. Once we penetrated a source of blood the Nanos would draw the blood up through our enlarged canines. It had become Pup and I's job to find those who had gotten out of control with their "needs" and eliminate them. Tonight however would be a night where kept our needs in check. Personally I didn't like going this long without but with Pup trying to extend the time between his needs I never voiced my discomfort. On another round around the building I noticed that Pup was moving faster with his thrusts, his release was close. Just as I had circled to my room to get ready for the night I heard his loud growl followed by a short sharp howl. I smiled despite myself, he was becoming like clock work. I knew exactly when he had his release by the sounds he made and through the other women's eyes I knew exactly what I would see as he did. The slight change in his eyes, his skin slick with sweat, his muscled tensed and shuddered and he came all over whichever woman he had been previously penetrating. He would take a few moments to regain himself then he would come to my room and I would go to his. He would shower the reminants of his release off and get ready for the night. I would removed all traces of Pup from the women's minds and clean up what ever Pup hadn't making sure there was absolutely no trace of what had happened. I sighed sending the women off into the night, the pair still held the soft smile of satisfaction on their faces. As we passed each other in the hall returning to our respective rooms Pup reached out and gently grabbed my arm and stayed like that until I looked up into his eyes. It wasn't a surprised to see his eyes back to a very pale yellow but the gratitude in them had me at a loss for words. It was always understood that in our moments of weakness after whatever release we may have had the other would clean up the mess to make sure we weren't discovered. At least that's what I had assumed. When he spoke his low voice was slow and deliberate making sure there was no doubt or confusion in his words, "I know you fight the pain of bearing their memories in your mind and in your flesh. I know you hold in the pain of your hunger and need. I know you do it all to protect me and for that I am grateful beyond measure." I blinked a few times unable to process a single thought just staring into his eyes knowing he was completely open and vulnerable in these passing moments. I closed my eyes and muttered, "Careful big guy you wouldn't want the public to see you like this, they may not think we are dangerous after all." He grinned and let go of me heading back to his room to get ready for the night.

Title: A Charming Introduction by Maxwell Kay Tags: Cub, Fingering, M/F, Oral, Squirrel, Teacher, Vaginal, Wolf Graham's paw beat furiously at his swollen meat, images of the girl of his dreams flashing before his squinched eyes. The feline was gorgeous in her cheerleader outfit, the buttons undone to reveal graceful cleavage, skirt hiked up to show off her delicate heiney. She danced and twirled, making kissey faces at him, undulating seductively, occasionally lifting the front of her skirt to give him a glimpse of her pink, virgin slit. Of course, the real Eve would never dance for him, never show off her lithe body for his benefit. In fact, when he had finally screwed up enough courage, after weeks and weeks of wanting her, to ask her out, the catgirl had laughed in his face, like it was some great joke. She had laughed and told him she'd rather "puke my guts out" and called him names, until he had run from her, ears burning. But that hadn't been enough. She'd told everyone she knew about his failed attempt, and pretty soon the whole school, or at least the popular part, was laughing at him. Except for the jocks, of course. They were too busy pushing him down, shoving him into trashcans, and knocking his books out of his hands. Graham's ears flattened against his head as he neared orgasm, hunched over, teeth gritted. The catgirl in his imagination was naked now, on her back, arms outstretched, beckoning him close. Her arms closed around his shoulders, her long, muscular legs wrapped around his waist, and her full, pouting lips pressed against his in a joyful celebration of love. As their lips touched, he reached a shuddering climax, spraying thick globs of cum across his sheets. But the real Eve would never beckon him closer, never press her lips to his in an ecstasy of sensation. Instead, she spread nasty rumors about him, telling everyone that he was poor, that he was gay, that he had an STD, that he was this and that and everything else. Since he had taken that giant leap of bravery, it seemed like everyone was laughing at him, that is, when they weren't shoving his face into the toilet. His life was even more of a living hell than it had been before. As he gathered tissue to clean up the mess, Graham Talesor began to cry. --- "Fuck, I'm gonna be late again!" Grabbing the piece of toast from the toaster, Sandra Lucas shoved it into her mouth as she tried desperately to get her jacket on without knocking anything else off the table. Shoving her paw through the arm of her jacket, she snatched up a glass of orange juice and slammed it down. Still grumbling, she grabbed her purse off the couch and darted out into the hall, almost forgetting to lock the door to her apartment as she hurried away. "Why do I always do this? Why do I always oversleep?" Demanding answers from no one in particular, the squirrel rushed down the hall, rummaging through her purse to find her bus pass. The reason she overslept was obvious, even to her: she never went to bed on time, preferring to stay up until the middle of the night watching stupid old movies on basic cable, or pawing off to late-night soft core porn. She'd been doing that last one a lot lately, she mused. She couldn't help it. At thirty-four, Sandra's sex drive was as healthy as it had ever been, if not more so. It's just that her social life had slowed down, imperceptively at first, until it had finally died in a shuddering crash. She hadn't been on a date in months, hadn't gotten laid in longer than that. It wasn't because she didn't try; she certainly kept an eye out for opportunities. It wasn't because she was no longer attractive, either. Okay, so maybe she had put on a few pounds, but she still had a trim figure. And yeah, maybe her breasts weren't as perky as they used to be, and maybe her ass had expanded a tad, but hey, she was hot for her age. She just didn't have time to go to the gym every day. Or ever, really. She just didn't have time to date, that's all. Or go to the gym. Or learn Spanish like she said she was going to. Or write her mother and tell her that things were going well, and not to worry, and she'd see everybody at Christmas. Frankly, she didn't have much time for anything. As she settled into her seat, she blew a lock of purple hair out of her eyes. Time. That's what she was missing. It was this damn job. Being a teacher put tremendous demands on one's time. Preparing her lectures, assigning homework, grading tests... "Fuck!" Sitting up straight, Sandra remembered that she was supposed to bring the class's tests with her today. With a groan, she saw them in her mind, sitting in a pile on the edge of the coffee table, not a foot away from where her purse had sat. It was going to be one of those days. --- Graham was having a shitty day. Those of us who remember the trials and travails of high school likely never had to put up with the things Graham put up with. It started as soon as he got to school. The snickers behind his back, the laughter in his face, the slaps upside the head and the punches in the shoulder. Walking down the hall on his way towards class, he was verbal assaulted the entire time. Sitting at his desk, cruel, obscene notes found their way onto his desk, reminding him just how much everybody hated him. He was so glad he wouldn't have to put up with this stuff next year. Feeling miserable, Graham dropped his head onto his desk, wishing he could curl up in a ball and disappear. His teacher was late (again), and as he waited for class to start, he could feel everyone's stares on the back of his skull, hear the half-concealed chortles sent rolling his direction. "Just a few more months," he told himself. "Then high school will be over, and I'll never have to see these people again." Ms. Lucas bustled in, late as usual, looking flustered. Graham had always kind of liked her. She wasn't really cut out to be a teacher, but she tried her best. She was just always so disorganized, like she hadn't thought ahead far enough to actually prepare for class. Honestly, she probably hadn't. Most of the time, she forgot her lecture notes and spent the hour reading a magazine while the smart kids made a circle and discussed last night's reading, and the dumb kids just talked. Graham didn't notice her today. He tried not to notice anyone. His mind kept going back to the night before, pawing off to the image of Eve, disgusted with himself for still being so enamored with someone who had treated him so badly. How was he supposed to deal with these things? He couldn't help himself, couldn't make himself forget the feline. Even now, ears burning with shame, the butt of numerous jokes, he couldn't get her picture out of his mind. The bell rang. Ms. Lucas looked up, startled. She had spent the entire hour stammering through a lecture on a topic they weren't even studying, until she had given up and pulled out her magazine, throwing her feet onto her desk, crossed at the ankles. Now she looked up at the class, and as they shambled out of the room, she reminded them to read Chapter 3 (or maybe Chapter 4), and promised that she'd have their tests tomorrow. Out in the hallway, away from Ms. Lucas' ears, the kids renewed their taunting. That was another thing he liked about Ms. Lucas. Most of the time, she paid no attention to what was going on in her classroom, but she always did put a stop to any conversation that turned ugly. She swore, she complained about the other teachers, and she chatted amiably about topics that were completely unsuitable for school, but she never stood for name-calling among her students. Her classroom was safe. Out in the hall was another story entirely. Graham just couldn't take any more. He suddenly veered right and charged down a different hall, head down, eyes glaring at the floor. He knew where he could go. A new gym had just been completed, and now the old one was off-limits while the school board decided what to do with it. It was something of a haven. Nobody ever went there, student or faculty, so Graham could be alone. Ducking under the yellow construction tape, he entered the gloomy old building, his footfalls sounding softly among the empty bleachers. Turning a corner, Graham sat down and cried. --- Sandra was having a shitty day. Those of us who remember high school as being a never-ending fight to stay awake likely never had to fight as hard as she did. She couldn't help it, school was just *boring*. Who cared about history? It had already happened, what did it matter any more? It didn't help that she had forgotten to write down lecture notes for today. Expertly searching her brain for memories of the lesson, she proceeded to lecture the class for about half an hour until she realized she wasn't even talking about whatever it was that the class was supposed to be studying. With a shrug, she had plopped down in her chair and took out her old copy of US. The smart kids learned better when she wasn't talking anyway, and the dumb kids didn't learn either way, so what did it matter? When the bell rang, she'd been caught completely off guard. She reminded the kids to read one of the chapters in the book, she couldn't remember which one, and promised she would bring their tests tomorrow. If she wasn't running late again. Which she almost certainly would be. "Whatever," she thought. "I need a smoke." Smoking was, of course, prohibited on school grounds, so Sandra had been forced to find a place she could go smoke without being caught. A new gym had just been completed, and now the old one was off-limits while the school board decided what to do with it. It was something of a haven. Nobody ever went there, student or faculty, so Sandra could be alone. Ducking under the yellow construction tape, she entered the gloomy old building, her footfalls sounding softly among the empty bleachers. Leaning against the wall, she sighed happily as she lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, the tart smoke calming her nerves. Goddamn kids. Why do they care what they got on their tests, anyway? The smart kids always passed and the dumb kids always failed. Why would this time be any different? She was in the middle of the thought when she heard a noise, a quiet, subdued noise, like a tiny whimper. Her first instinct was to ignore it, like she ignored pretty much anything that didn't deal affect her directly. With a snort, she took a drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly, savoring the hot, spicy aroma. There it was again, that little, half-heard sound, like a tiny whine or squeak. This time, Sandra could tell it was coming from very close by, and it occurred to her that someone else might be in the gym with her. "Probably a couple of kids ditching class to fuck," she sighed. There was a time SHE ditched class to fuck around with boys, but that was a long time ago. Part of her dreaded finding out that she was right, coming face to face with a reminder of her age and loser social life. Another part, which won after a brief struggle, was excited to see what was going on. This would be way hotter than cable porn! Sandra walked along the bleachers and turned the corner, peeking her head around gingerly, careful to remain concealed. She was immediately disappointed. There were no naked co-eds writhing in ecstasy with one another, or even someone pawing off by him- or herself, just a little grey wolf curled up with his back against the bleachers. "Damn. Just my luck," she grumbled. Taking another puff of the cigarette, she stood watching the wolf quizzically, something poking at the back of her mind, something that wouldn't let go. It took a few minutes, during which the male didn't look up, or even move, but she finally realized what was bugging her: she had seen that green hoodie earlier. Of course! It was that quiet kid in her senior history class! The one who sat in the back and kept his head down, the one everyone else picked on. Sandra always felt sorry for him. He seemed like a nice kid, he was just a wimp, and high school kids ate wimps for breakfast. It didn't help that he was a real runt, as small as any freshman, in a class full of massively-built morsels of masculinity. He sure was a cutie, though... A wicked grin coming over her face, the squirrel dropped her cigarette on the floor and moved fully around the corner, arms folded, looking down her nose with an air of authority. "Cutting class, are we?" The wolf pup jumped, so caught up in his own world he'd had no idea the other furre had been standing there for several minutes. He started to stammer out an apology, but Sandra cut him off. "I don't wanna hear your stupid excuses, you got that? What's your name?" "Graham Talesor, ma'am." His voice sounded sick. "Come here, Graham, and explain to me why you're here instead of in class where you belong." Sandra hoped that he couldn't smell the cigarette smoke on her breath. That would be *just* what she needed. As the small wolf stepped forward, he moved into a patch of light coming through the window, and Sandra could see his face was damp from crying. As he looked miserably up at her, his eyes shimmered, like he was trying to fight back tears even now. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to, I ju-" "Just what?" She cut him off sharply. "I just couldn't handle it any more!" Now he burst into tears, throwing his paws to his eyes, his little body wracked with choking sobs. "Everybody's so mean to me, and the boys beat me up, and the girls make fun of me, and I just can't face them any more!" Now Sandra remembered she'd overheard some of the rumors about this kid. He'd asked out one of the popular girls in her class, and now the whole school was hassling him for it. Sandra couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and as she looked at him, an idea came to mind that might fix both their problems... "Of course the girls make fun of you," she sniffed. "You never stand up for yourself. You act like a little kid. High school girls don't like boys who act like kids." The wolf sniffed loudly and looked up at her, eyes shining. "They don't?" "Of course not," she stated matter-of-factly. "High school girls like boys who act like men." "Oh." The pup's voice was full of dejection, his shoulders slumped. "But you're in luck, kiddo. High school girls might not like it, but there are some grown-up women who actually prefer small fries like you." As she spoke, Sandra took a step forward and knelt down in front of him, one paw on his shoulder, looking him full in the face. "R-really?" The wolf didn't seem to understand what she was saying. Sandra laughed on the inside. What an adorable little thing he was! "Really." Her voice had dropped to a near-whisper, and her eyes narrowed. Flashing her most seductive smile, Sandra reached her paw between his legs and caressed the wolf's package beneath his jeans. "M-miss Lucas," he stuttered, paralyzed with confusion. A visible shiver ran up through his body, and Sandra knew she had complete control. "Shhh, shh. Call me Sandra." She leaned in, gingerly pressing her lips against his. He stood stock still, except for a slight quivering. As she broke the kiss, Sandra lowered her other paw to his waist and began unbuttoning his jeans. The cub stood ramrod straight, eyes locked on hers, obviously knowing what was coming but unable to mentally process it. No matter, he didn't need to be moving around right now anyway. Sandra reached inside his open fly and tenderly pulled out his cock, which, just from touching it through his pants, had become hard and straight. She couldn't suppress an instinctive shudder as his member emerged from the darkness. It had been so long since she'd held one of these, and the sensation of his hot little rod in the palm of her paw was such a turn on. It wasn't huge, certainly, but it was a little bigger than she had expected, maybe six inches long, and hot to the touch. "Mmmm, you're really hard, Graham," she cooed, her right paw wrapped around his shaft. "You must really be turned on." She began stroking him as she spoke, his penis pointed almost straight upwards, furry paw cuddling it as it traveled the length. "Does that feel good, honey?" "Oh, Mi-I mean, Sandra. It feels so good, please don't stop." He was finally moving, his eyes closed, head tilted upwards, mouth hanging open a few inches. She could hear raspy breaths whistling through his nostrils. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna stop," she reassured him. "In fact, I'm going to make it feel even better." "How?" He looked at her, curiosity overcoming pleasure for the moment. Rather than explain, she decided to show him. With a wide grin, Sandra slid her other leg downward, so she was now on both knees, rather than a knee and a foot. Licking her lips, she lowered her head until she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, and closed her lips around it. Instantly, she could feel her crotch flooding with desire, and she moaned into his groin as she slid more and more of his shaft into her mouth. It had been so long, so long since she had given a blowjob, and it was turning her on like crazy! With a rumbling purr, she began bobbing up and down on his young shaft, sucking hard at the burning meat between her lips. Little paws found her head, tugging gently at her coif of hair, while his moans of pleasure echoed down from what seemed like miles away. Sandra hardly noticed these things, so intent was she on the prize before her, eyes closed tightly as she shoved, again and again, the little wolf's dick into her mouth, less a blowjob than simply fucking him with her face. While one paw pressed against his tummy for support, the other one rapidly pushed up her skirt so she could rub desperately at her tingling cunt, her fingers sopping wet in seconds. With a long, shuddering cry, the little furre blew his load, a volcanic explosion erupting into her muzzle. She gasped, leaning her head back, letting his wolf-love splatter over her face and neck, heedless of the mess it was making on her blouse, jerking at his quivering meat until it finally stopped spraying, loving every minute over it. The young wolf sat down tiredly, panting hard. "Wow, Mis-Sandra, that was incredible. That was so wonderful, I don't know how to thank you." "I know how you can thank me, honey." Sandra stood up, peeling off her dirty blouse, revealing the black lace bra holding her orbs in place. Lifting her skirt, she showed the male her panty-less pussy, glistening with fluid, the fur around it damp with moisture. --- Graham couldn't believe what was happening. As he fought to catch his breath, leaning back on his paws, his teacher stood up and began to disrobe, pulling her messy blouse over her head and tossing it onto the ground. Her breasts, held gently in place by a lacey bra, jiggled as she moved. He liked that. He liked that a lot. "I know how you can thank me, honey," she purred, lifting the hem of her skirt. To Graham's surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties, and a thick pink slash stood out boldly against the grey of her fur. As her aroma wafted towards him, he felt drawn unconsciously forward, nostrils flaring as he neared her pink crotch. "Go ahead, touch it." Her voice was a whisper, but not a request. No, Graham got the feeling that nothing she said was a request, but rather a command, one that he couldn't help but obey. As his paw reached towards her, he swallowed hard. He'd never been this close to a real pussy. He'd never even seen one in real life. As his fingers stroked the outer folds, his teacher gave a happy sigh. His fingertips were damp after just a moment, and, bringing his paw up to his face, he gave them an experimental lick. Incredible sensations ran through his mind, wiping out all other thoughts, filling his head with the thick, cloying scent of the woman before him. Swirling scents and colors twisted inside his head, and he felt a twinge in his semi-erect cock. As he reached for his teacher again, the squirrel shook her head, and for a moment he was crushed by the thought that it was all over. Momentarily, Sandra was on her back, skirt hitched up, legs spread wide to give him access. "Go ahead, honey. Put a finger inside me." The horny pup didn't have to be told twice. Licking his parched lips, he slid a digit past her moist outer folds and into the hot cave within. She hissed through her teeth as he did, vaginal muscles clamping down on his extended finger. "Good, good. Now move it back and forth." Graham obeyed gladly, eyes fixed with fascination on her hot slit as he began to saw his finger in and out. The squirrel reacted wonderfully, body twisting sensually on the floor as waves of hot pleasure ran through her. The pink muscles in front of him twisted and squirmed, juice running down his paw and dribbling on the concrete below. "Ooohh, good. Now be a good boy, put another finger in." Without hesitation, his middle finger joined his index, and the femme's gyrations seemed to increase in both speed and intensity. Graham didn't fully understand the whys and wherefores, but obviously the squirrel was enjoying this tremendously, and it was a huge turn-on. As his fingers disappeared into her steamy recesses, the wolf felt his cock straining once more, as hard as it was a few minutes ago. No longer comfortable in a sitting position, Graham shifted so he could rest on one knee, sawing at the femme's pussy from a new angle, and though he didn't know it, it was driving Sandra even crazier this way. She happened to glance down, to see what he was doing as he shifted his weight, and when she saw that he was fully erect again, her eyes got wide. "Graham, honey," she gasped, body rocking with heat. "Do you want to fuck me?" The young furre could do nothing but nod, his voice no longer functional. Grinning wildly at him, Sandra struggled to sit up halfway, resting on her elbows, legs drawn up so that her feet were on the floor. "Go ahead, kiddo. Don't make me wait." Graham extracted his fingers from her quivering pussy, his arm trembling violently. Taking a deep breath he climbed up onto his knees, between her legs, paws planted on either side of her heaving body. He yelped a little when her paw took his cock, and when he felt her press the head of his penis against her outer lips, he gave a gasping shudder. Very slowly, he pushed himself inside. The sensation was indescribable. He reached deeper this way than he could with his fingers, and she was practically boiling inside. The heat and pressure on his dick was intense, and if he hadn't stopped for several moments to catch his breath, he would have cum then and there. He glanced at Sandra, as if looking for orders, and she nodded. He didn't move slowly for very long. The feeling was too intense, the need too pressing. He slammed his cock into her, over and over again, with all the force he could muster. He was no longer a runt. He was a wild animal, pounding at the female below him, forcing himself inside her with every thrust. She moaned and writhed beneath him, biting at his shoulder, her sharp incisors cutting into his skin. "Oh, oh, yes," Sandra groaned through clenched teeth. "That's it. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Don't you *dare* stop now!" Her command was to be obeyed, no matter what, and Graham gritted his teeth and sped up the pace, crashing furiously into the older furre, his body a blur of motion, his mind a reeling chaos of sex and heat. The squirrel squealed and bucked underneath him, her vagina crushing him as a climax rocked her body, the heat inside her intense. It was too much for the young wolf. With a great cry, he came, unleashing a torrent of white-hot cum into her body, splashing out of her pussy, spattering their thighs. This was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and it was several minutes before he was able to pull out without collapsing on top of her. --- When her eyes stopped rolling in the back of her head, Sandra regarded the little wolf lying exhausted between her legs. He didn't look like much, but that was one of the best fucks she'd had since, well, since she could remember. She was going to make sure this wasn't a one-time thing, that was for certain. "Well, how did you like that, honey?" she murred. The wolf only grunted in response, to tired to speak. Not that it mattered. She was in control of the boy, that was obvious. Getting to her feet, Sandra picked up her blouse and wriggled back into it, noting with irritation that it was big dollops of wolf cum on it. Well, she could take a half-day. Turning the blouse inside out to hide the stains, she sauntered towards the gym exit, a great big smile plastered across her face. "Graham honey, come see me before class tomorrow. I think it would be a good idea if I started tutoring you, so make sure you keep your grades up. The squirrel grinned evilly to herself. Her problems were over.

Being spaceborne was an interesting experience, especially given that her body had effectively become so immense that, rather than simply occupying the spot that Earth had left behind after she snacked on it, Emily instead took up most of the space between Venus and Mars, and that was just with her waist; the planetary system was lucky the plane most of the planets travelled on happened to pass straight through her midriff, because had it been just a few… honestly, she couldn’t even tell anymore. Most of her life, the cat had pictured the many planets as impossibly large bits of rock and gas floating in space, and yet now, when she looked towards the two closest ones, she could barely make them out against the immense backdrop of her thighs, to say nothing of how many stars her rear and bust were blocking out, her own included! Emily had to be careful to fish out the Sun from where it had pushed itself into, a tight fold on the side of her right breast where her soft, pudgy self had more or less grown over it; didn’t feel as warm as she figured it should, but then again, her body in general was so colossal that physical law had probably taken one look at her and decided not to even bother anymore. With the star in her hand, held neatly in her palm, it was only a matter of time until the local area of space was left completely in the dark, and with a simple squish… poof. Gone. Darkness surrounding her, lit only by distant stars, and all of the mass of the sun added to her own, not that it really mattered when her breasts and butt alone were already pushing against the Oort Cloud. Emily took a moment to check if Kitty was still where she had left him, only to realize that she was far, far too big to be able to detect someone who was still person-sized. She could try and sense him, but that was hardly easy given the sort of scale she was operating at; then again, it was either that or nothing, so the stellar-sized cat took a couple of minutes to close her eyes, turn her senses inwards, and attempt to find out if her mate was still stuck in her folds, riding out the same high that she was. It was just like finding a needle inside an entire warehouse full of hay while blindfolded, and indeed Emily was about ready to give up entirely by the time she chanced upon something: a brightly-burning little flame, stuck somewhere inside of her at a distance that even she couldn’t quite fathom. It was odd, seeing his body at distances that even light took some time to travel, but it had to be them, still happy, still ecstatic, still mindlessly enjoying the fact that he got given a front-row seat to a brand new goddess being born. It left Emily relieved at the very least, since now she could focus entirely on growing bigger without having to worry about losing Kitty by the wayside; even better, in the short time it took for her to find and confirm he was still there, her body apparently decided that it was better off outsizing entire solar systems by sheer virtue of being, because as soon as Emily opened her eyes again, what she saw around her were millions of tiny little dots, spread across the heavens with seemingly no pattern, all them blinking in curious little rhythms in those short few seconds they had before her body replaced them. There was no other way things could go. As far as the giantess very much enjoyed the night sky, what exactly was she going to do, slow down? Emily doubted that was even possible, even assuming she might one day want to not constantly accelerate outwards and feel as the very fabric of existence was absorbed by her burgeoning form. It made for some fine entertainment as well, being able to watch in real-time as entire star clusters and nebulae were there one second, then were replaced by a tiny fraction of her breasts, or perhaps a bit of thigh, all while she rested her arms atop her bust, laid her lazy head down and rode that serotonin wave for as long as it could possibly last. Didn’t take long before her form became noticeable even from intergalactic space, jutting out from atop and beneath the Milky Way’s plane, utterly dwarfing everything around it, with Emily’s mind suddenly jumpstarting as she became acutely aware of just how massive she was and just how utterly insufficient it happened to be. But she had a plan; it was a dumb plan, it was bound to fail, but she had to try anyway. For the whole duration of her ascension, as little as it had been considering how inflationary speeds worked, her bust had been hard at work giving making the Milky Way live up to its namesake, mostly by replacing every bit of empty space between the stars with her intensely-sugary, warm cream; however, this was nothing if not wasteful, because it wasn’t feeding back to her in any way, thus requiring the intervention of something that could turn all of this excess milk into something worthy of a goddess like herself, something more than a mere snack like all those twinkling stars and their planetary systems were: that great big cosmic sinkhole at the center of the galaxy. It was probably ridiculous to think she could use it as a concentrated booster, but then again, her ass was bigger than it was and soon enough it would outsize the entire Milky Way itself, so it was either act immediately or lose out on the opportunity. As such, Emily turned herself towards Sagittarius A*, doing so with a kind of ease that was entirely at odds with her size, extended her arms outwards to either side of her (coincidentally messing with dark matter strands so much as to break them apart completely), and promptly shoved them straight into her breasts. What should have been a painful impact never registered whatsoever, but did create such an incomprehensibly vast gush of milk that, for a few moments, the black hole became shimmering white, right before the event horizon began to expand at an impossible rate as the singularity at the very center absorbed entire galaxies’ worth of mass, the Milky Way (or whatever was left of it) being consumed in the process. Entire globular clusters were washed away in the cream currents, spiralling down the drain into the growing, lightless sphere, until entire galactic arms were twisted and bent out of shape before being pushed into the black hole with a little help on Emily’s part. Somehow, in just a few short minutes, her home galaxy was gone, replaced with a milk-stuffed and well-fed hypermassive black hole that still wasn’t even big enough to fit on her palm properly. Honestly, it felt like a disappointment, even if she could feel how heavy it was from sheer proximity; were this any other day, it would’ve been enough to implode her brain from simply trying to comprehend it, but now? Now it was just another snack, one that she barely felt going down after unceremoniously throwing it into her mouth like it was a piece of hard candy, not even bothering to consider how many laws of physics she was breaking with such a seemingly simple gesture; all that mattered was that Andromeda was within arm’s reach, and with it, a highway to the next galaxy over. It seemed almost wasteful not to spend at least some time savoring that new dish, but by the time that Emily reached the next meal on her main course she was already so unbelievably colossal that it could fit in the palm of her hand and still have room left. She could only imagine what it must be like for any sentients living within it; one moment everything was fine, the next they had some unfathomably, incalculably huge mass approaching them from “beneath” the galactic plane, pushing the whole thing towards what looked to be a cavernous maw wider that the greatest of voids, capped with two scintillating gems bigger than their home galaxy was: Emily’s eyes, shining in the dark, glaring at her newest snack with a mixture of delight and boredom, knowing that, as much as she was going to enjoy chowing down on the whole of Andromeda, even then it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her anymore, not at the size she was at. At least the second supermassive black hole was enough of a snack that she felt it going down, as opposed to the rest of the galaxy’s mass; quite disappointing overall, if she had to be perfectly honest. She sighed, taking a few moments to focus and try to find some enjoyment out of all of this; why exactly was she even bored? Why had galaxies suddenly become the be-all end-all of her growthsplosion? She was so unbelievably huge, and yet had decided to grade her size based on something so tiny compared to her that she could barely even see them anymore? That just felt like a waste of time now that she thought about it; why even bother with such puny little objects when one of her nipples alone could outsize any of them, when a single one of her breasts or cheeks, when a fraction of her thighs alone consumed countless such disks and globules without her even realizing it was happening? Hell, the more she looked at herself, the more her mouth broke into a wide, toothy grin as she came to understand the full size that her body had achieved, especially now that it more or less fed itself and was entirely out of her control. “Down” below, her thighs and hips had widened so much that, if it weren’t for her equally colossal asscheeks competing for room, they would’ve blotted out every source of light beneath her body; in front, she couldn’t even see anything at all, given the literal wall of breastflesh that covered her entire field-of-view. And behind her… well, Emily didn’t know what was behind her, because why would she look anywhere else but forward with a cleavage like that to rest her head upon? In the coldness of space, her warm bosom provided the best possible pillow to rest upon, giving her something soft and delightfully comfy on which to rest as her body continued to overtake the entirety of existence; wouldn’t take too long before there wasn’t a “behind” her either, with her rear riding up her back and imprisoning her torso between her tits on one side, and a small portion of her cheeks in the other. She would’ve liked to be able to grind her legs together, but sadly couldn’t do it without risking time breaking apart; still, that much wouldn’t be a concern for too long, not after she was done with everything. Because the end was approaching, or at least the end of what she knew existed. With her growth accelerating past the point where she could even remotely think to control it, Emily knew it was only a matter of time until everything in that iteration of reality had been consumed and replaced with some part of her body, most likely tit, ass or thigh given how enormous those were. Within a few short minutes, every galactic supercluster, every mega-strand of dark matter, every last ounce of mass left in the Universe would be hers, fed into her body to make her even more glorious than she already was, made to fatten her up to become the goddess she was always meant to be. She could feel it already, the fabric of existence straining against her, feeling like a plastic bag had been forced over her entire body and she was trying to get out from inside of it, pushing against a thin film that, no matter how flimsy it might be, refused to budge. Be it a part of one breast or a section of a leg, she felt the very edge of the Universe encroaching upon her, until finally, after what had to be a mere hour (or even less) after eating her planet, Emily’s growth stopped. It was inevitable, if only because of simple logic: she couldn’t really grow into anywhere if there was no room to grow into at all, and somehow, her explosive inflation had reached the very edge of existence and found where everything just… stopped. There was no more space beyond that point, no more room past that invisible boundary that was nonetheless extremely malleable. The cat could push her hand against it, feel it twist and bend beneath her fingers, but it always returned to its old state when she stopped trying to push through, leaving her feeling surprisingly cramped and yet quite comfortable at the same time; after all, the entirety of existence had been taken over by her bust, rear and legs, a colossal cat with an hourglass figure so exaggerated that she couldn’t help but drool at the mere thought of it… but it still wasn’t enough. She knew she had more left in her, but what was she to do? There was no more Universe to grow into, and she hadn’t discovered the secrets of life yet; all the milk that had been leaking out of her was still floating about, and she figured the whole cosmic egg she was trapped in would eventually flood itself with her productivity, but what then? It almost felt anti-climactic in a way. Then she felt it: a grumble in her belly. It was like a void… or many voids, now that she thought about it. It felt like her stomach acid was churning away, irritated by some unfathomable beast of immense size roiling away inside of her. It was only after a tiny little burp produced what was unmistakably a singularity surrounded by an event horizon that Emily realized what was happening; to be perfectly fair, it made sense that eating all of those black holes would eventually come back to bite her, though the cat had hoped that it wouldn’t be something as undignified as burping in front of… well, not anyone, but still! Luckily for her, no such thing came to pass; unluckily, what did happen was significantly worse, at least for the fabric of the Universe that she had come to replace. Emily felt it before it happened, bubbling up from her stomach, building up pressure in that one, most uncomfortable spot in the back of her throat. She feared what might happen if she let it out, feared that it might have dire consequences for existence as she knew it… but was that not the point? Did she not want to break free of her bonds and truly explode in every direction? Maybe this was the key to that, if only she were brave enough to set it loose. A single hiccup, accompanied by a flinch… and a distant, reverberating pop as the cosmic egg surrounding her cracked. She was free.

Title: The Dream That Turned Real - The Canine Underworld - Part 8 by Triple xXx Werewolf Tags: Dingo, Hell, Male, Minotaur, No-Yiff, Stuck, Werewolf, graphic The Canine Underworld #8 Part of The Dream That Turned Real series Earlier... (First Person) "So, now what? We go in?" Ryan asked me. (Third Person) "Sorry, guys, no go." Mike said as he lowered his head and tail and walked away, in the direction of the fort as he changed back to his Anthro form. "Aw, Mike..." Ryan said as he followed the disheartened werewolf a time later. The others looked at the town beyond the wall, then to the pair of Lycans in the distance. Gorn made the gesture for blowing one's own brains out, making the appropriate sound for it before grabbing the dingo and carrying him as they went to where they called home. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ "Moike, you are a fuggin' coward!" Dan said. "Dan, don't insult him. You know what's gonna happen." Ryan defended as he watched Mike, who sat on a rock with his head in his hands. "I know, but it kinda proves that your boyfriend has a weakness." Mike cleared his throat in a low growl. "We all have strengths and weaknesses. But it is our own decision to take that risk, of exploring the unknown, to face whatever comes our way." Gornak informed Dan. "Besides, we are not going to risk our lives if it isn't necessary." Ryan sat down next to Mike and put his hand on the other Lycan's back. "You should ignore Dan, he's kinda screwy in the head right now." Mike lifted his head and looked at his mate. "Sooo, what now? What are we doing?" Lupo asked, looking around at everyone. "I don't know, why don't you and Dan wrestle for a bit, entertain us?" Ryan told him. "Good training." "I'd rather not. It's kind of embarassing, if you get where i'm going." "Come on, show us your moves!" Ryan egged the wolf on. "Unless you wanna have a go with me, Rai." Dan suggested, putting his fists up. "Not happening." the werewolf said, folding his arms. "It'd be like you picking on Mike, then you get your lights knocked the fuck out." "Well, damn it, what're we s'posed to do, other than wait for the next wave of Demons to rear their ass-fucking-ugly ass-faces?" Lupo rubbed his chin. "Hmm... Hibernate?" "Done that." Mike said. "Might do it again later." "This one sounds a bit childish, but we could play either Tag, or Hide and Seek." "Nope." Ryan told the wolf. "At least there's some tactical value..." "Rock-Paper-Scissors, see who gets to explore the depths of Valdov's butt?" Dan suggested. "NO." they all told him sharply. "Wow, being in Hell sure got us in the slump." Lupo said. "Ain't that the way it's supposed to be?" Dan asked him. "Well, i don't know about you guys, but Ry an' I are gonna hit the sack for now." Mike said, pulling Ryan with him, going into Gorn's house to pull some Z's, as they thought about stuff to do. --- While the two werewolves slept, the other three tried to figure out what to do. "So, this is what makes those things insane. Nothing to do, no ideas... Just.. sit on the ground, stare at nothing, and wait for time to end." Dan said in a trance-like monotone as he sat down on the ground, before getting a mighty slap across the face from the minotaur. "Dan, do not speak like that!" he shouted as he picked the dingo up and shook him back and forth. "Should you continue like that, you are only submitting to those monsters. To your own evils." "Well, what the fuck else is there?" Lupo went to rouse one of the Lycans as Dan and Gorn argued on. "Mike? Mike, wake up, please. Dan is suffering severe mental trauma." "Tell him to stick it up his ass." Mike mumbled in a gravel-filled voice as he rolled over to hug his lover. "No, Mike, don't be like that. I have formulated an idea to keep Dan active, but i need you and Ryan to help me with it. It's a good idea, i promise." "Urgh, fine. Ryan? Hon, wake up, the lesser species just grew a brain." Lupo took the insult, but never reacted as both werewolves got up again. "Ugh, why do i feel like i got jet lag?" Ryan asked himself, shaking his head. Lupo gave them full detail of what they had to do: Build an obstacle course, along with a twenty foot tall game of checkers, with themselves as the pieces in teams. "Team-based multiplayer and speedrun a map?" Mike said. "That actually sounds interesting. Yeah, let's go do that!" In what seemed like a few hours, they had it all set up. A full-blown obstacle course to run through, and the pillars were moved into a checkerboard spacing, close enough to safely jump from one tower to the next. "I am such a slut when it comes to mazes." Gorn deeply chuckled as he saw the maze before him. "That's 'cause you're following the stereotype of your kind: You're gonna go in there, hide in the center, and wait for us to come and get you so you can mow us all down." Lupo said. Mike opened his wings and hovered over the course, before some unknown force pulled him back down. "Whoa, let me go!" he shouted. "Sorry, Moike, flyin's cheating!" Dan said as his whip held the werewolf in place. Mike let his eyes glow red with rage, and instantly he blasted a hundred-foot wide donut around the dingo, allowing no escape as the whip silently fell to the ground. "How do you like that, shit-for-brains?" the werewolf called out. "You're an ass, Mike!" "Whadja just call me, dingo?" Mike said as he floated to the ground in front of Dan, touching noses with him as he snarled. Dan nervously smiled. "I haven't a clue what you're talkin' 'bout. I-I was just thinkin' out loud by accident." "ELBOW! KNEE! KICK! SLAP! KOH!!" Mike yelled as he hit Dan with each move he called. Koh basically translated into K-O, or knockout, final move, a hard right to the chin, sending the dingo flying out of the ring. As Dan hit the ground, Ryan rushed to his friends' aid. "Just leave me to die, already." Dan weakly said, tilting his head toward Ryan. "He's too much for me to handle." "No, Dan, I won't." he said before turning to look at his mate. "What?" Mike said, a look of unbound fury in his eyes, a stone-cold serious look on his face. "He had it coming. Did you hear what he called me?" Ryan dug his fist into the ground. 'I thought he'd gotten that out of his system, already..' he thought to himself. "Look, Ry, I know we are in a great deal of distress, but i think it would be best if Dan gave us some space. He should know already, I can't tolerate being called names! Especially 'asshole', I fucking HATE that one!" Mike said, his voice roaring across the wasteland. Ryan looked at his mate. "Y'know, I was friends with Dan first before you." "Does that mean you don't want me anymore?" Mike replied, feigning a look of shock upon hearing his words. "If so, just say the word, and I'll go serve myself up to those Demons on the other side'a the wall." he continued, nonchalantly as he pantomimed himself leaning on a wall, his thumb pointing in the direction of the wall. "No, Mike, that's not happening!" Ryan teared up as he brought Mike and Dan in a close hug. "I love you both the same, and I am not letting you put yourself in danger." "Oh, what's become of us, guys? We're kickin' each other's butts left an' right!" Dan sobbed while they hugged. "Let us be thankful that we're not getting attacked every now and then by those monstrousities right now." Gorn said to himself, watching the three make up. "You guys want another shot at the course? If not, Valdov wants to go Godzilla on it." Lupo asked, coming out of the maze. "Let'im, we weren't gonna use it anyways." Dan said. "Okay... Val, let'er rip!" \=================================== Awhile later, after the dragon demolished the obstacle course, everyone piled up on Gorn as they slept, leaving Valdov with guard duty. Not that he minded it, he needed something to protect. --- All was quiet for a long time, as the dragon looked around, his vision sweeping across the barren wastelands. Suddenly he sensed something, and proceeded to wake the others up, by roaring, stamping his feet, and lightly whacking the house with his tail. "Whoa, whoa, Valdov, calm yourself. What's happening?" Lupo asked as everyone raced out to see what spooked the dragon. Valdov then used all his brainpower to link up with them all. 'I.. sense.. strong magic, nearby.' he said. "There are other mages near? Where?" Gorn asked. 'Cannot tell. Coming from everywhere!' "DAN! DANNIE!" a voice shouted. Everyone looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice. "Wait a minute, I know whose voice that belongs to!" Dan said. "RIIICCK!!" he shouted. "YEAH, IT'S ME!" came Rick's reply, followed by a bout of relieved laughter. "WHERE ARE YOU?" Dan asked. "IN THE MORTAL REALM, AT YOUR BAR!" came the reply after a second. "THE INNE? GREAT! WHERE IS MY MATE?" "RIGHT NEXT TUH ME, GIVIN' US A BIRDS-EYE VIEW OF THE ACTION GOING ON DOWN THERE!" "Dannie, it's Kraig! Are you alright?" the young fox said. "YEAH, WE'RE FOINE! I FOUND YOUR DAD! HE'S WITH US!" "DADDIE! Are you there?" Kraig asked. "Yes, my son, I am here. I will be waiting for the moment when we can be together again!" Lupo said. "Kraig?" Dan said. "Yes, Dannie, i'm here. We're gonna get you all out of there!" "THERE'S A FELLOW HERE WHO DEALS A BIT IN MAGIC; HIS NAME IS GORNAK, A MINOTAUR, AND HE IS CURRENTLY ADJUSTING HIS HORNS FOR MAXIMUM RECEPTION. WE'RE GOING TO TRY AND LINK UP WITH WHATEVER MAGIC LYCAON'S WEAVIN', SEE IF WE CAN GET A VISUAL ON EACH OTHER." \========================= 1111111111111111111111111 "Wait a minute, the diamond!" I said, teleporting over to the crystal and quickly zapped out a sphere the size of your standard disco ball. \========================= 3333333333333333333333333 "What are you guys doing right now?" Kraig said. "Can you see us on Lycaon's screen?" Dan asked. "Mike's carvin' up a big'ol diamond that we found. Can you see it?" "Yes, i can. What's he making?" "Mike, what're you making?" Dan asked the wolf. "That's for me to know and you to find out, let's put it that way." Mike said as he resumed shaping the desired object. "Looks like a disco ball...." Dan told Kraig before realizing what it was. "Oh, wait. OH! I see it now, he's making a crystal ball so we can see you guys!" "LYCAON!" Ryan shouted. "Yes, Ryan?" the wolf-god answered. "Could you shoot a projection of someone over there? Anyone, just try it!" After a short time, the crystal ball in Mike's hands started to glow amber, then a bluish-white. Then, the ball started floating out of the werewolf's hands and away, before a Doberman faded into view. "D'wahh.. brbrbrbrb." the Rover shook his head. "Blitz!" Ryan called. "IT WORKED!" "AHH, not in my ear! I need that, you know." Blitz said, rubbing his ear. "What's the Blitz over on your side doing?" Dan asked. "I have put him in a immobile trance-like state; A physical ghost of him now walks among you." "Does that mean, if I punch him here, he can feel it there?" "In a way, yes." "Don't." Ryan said. "Too late!" Dan said as he punched the Doberman on the arm. "OW, YOU PUNK!" Blitz shouted as he began to chase the laughing dingo around, before slamming into Mike, in all his Feral glory. Screaming, the Dobie tried to run, before running into the Minotaur. "LYCAON, GET ME OUTTA HERE!" In a second, Blitz disappeared, replaced with the glass ball from earlier. "Why'dja do that?" Dan asked Lycaon. "You guys were being mean to me, that's why!" Blitz replied. --- After a short time passed, the ball began to glow again, as a tall Springer Spaniel stepped out of the light, clutching his chest before seeing someone run up to him. "Rick!" Dan said, running up to the figure. "Dan!" Rick replied, bringing the dingo in a tight hug. Breaking the hug, Rick was approached by someone he had also lost touch with a long time ago. "Ry- uh, Officer DuBon!" Rick snapped straight to attention and saluted the werewolf. "There's a name I haven't been called in a long time, Springfield!" Ryan saluted back. After introducing Mike, Gornak and Lupo to the trucker hound, they went inside the house to discuss thier plans. That is, until Rick's form started to fade away. "Oh, shit! What's happening?" he struggled. "It seems that you cannot travel very far from the object used in your transversion to this realm." Gornak explained. "Dan, get the ball, if you could." Rick said. Dan went to grab the object, when it burned his hands the very second he picked it up. "YEOW! How the fuck is that possible?" "Perhaps only the Creator of the Sphere can wield it." Gorn said. "Then it looks like I'm up." Mike said. \============================== 111111111111111111111111111111 I walked over and slowly closed my hand around the glass ball. I could feel the heat eminating from it, yet I was not harmed by it, it did not burn when i touched it. "I got it!" i said in weak triumph. "How is it only you can touch it, and I can't?" Dan asked. "Methinks it hath trust issues." I replied in a sneer. "That was so funny I can't even laugh at it." I growled deep from my throat, letting him know full well who he was dealing with, posing like I was about to lunge at him. \================================= 33333333333333333333333333333333 Mike picked up the ball, and they went inside Gorn's house to talk about the escape plan. "Kraig really misses me, doesn't he? I can only blame myself for bringing up that idea of having that one-night stand with you." Lupo told Dan as the two sat down, the others standing, or leaning on a wall. "Okay, so what's the game plan that the old man's got to get us outta jail?" Ryan asked. "Well, he's got us a convoy of vehicles, bikes mostly." Rick started, "He's gonna set up some kinda wormhole between Earth and here. Me and the others'll ride down here, grab you guys, and goose it back. Simple yet complicated, I know, but it looks like you cleaned house on whatever monsters you were fightin' with, so shouldn't take too long." "What kinda rides're we gettin'? " Dan asked. "There's gonna be about twenty bikes, all the same thing, Horscht an' I're gonna carry ten each on our trucks; Zeke and Bane are gonna drive two cars down, Plee-a-dees, if I'm not mistaken. The Road Rovers have thier own rides, and, uh.. Y'probably don't know this, but there's three others who're taggin' along with us." "Three others?" Mike said. "Can you put that into more detail?" "Since you asked. One's a wolf, like you guys, the second one's a bird, and the third is a bear, like Horscht, but he's got more muscle." "Hmm... who do we know that fits that description?" Mike asked. "Can yuh look through your crystal ball over to Lycaon's side?" Rick hastily asked in an annoyed tone, without thinking. Mike pinned the trucker with a lethal stare, unmoving. "I only asked a question; there's no need to be offended by it." Mike did not answer; he still sat there with that cold look in his eyes. "Okay, I'm sorry! What?" Rick asked, starting to look nervous now. Dan looked at Mike, waving his hand in front of him. "Uh-oh, I think you ticked him off somehow." "Well, I'm not pickin' any fights, so if you could do something to get him to at least take his eyes off me, I'd breathe a little easier." "Uh, Mike? Mikey, you okay, hon?" Ryan cautiously approached. Mike quickly turned his head in Ryan's direction. "Why don't we go outs- oh, right, only Mike can handle the ball. Damn!" Dan said, snapping his fingers. Gornak stepped in between Mike and Rick, and swiftly kneed Mike in the gut, followed by a 'crack' sound as he butted heads with the Lycan, knocking him unconsious. Ryan gasped. "Gorn, what the fuck was THAT for?!" "He was about to attack our guest, your friend. Do not worry, I didn't kill him, I only knocked him out for a short time." "You better be right, Gorn." "Anyways..." Rick continued, "I don't know where the wormhole's gonna open up, but when it does, stay clear of it." "So, those 'three other guys'? You didn't give us their names yet." Dan said. "Greyfus, the wolf; Beakwood, the eagle; and Teddium, the bear." "Greyfus..." Ryan echoed. "Rick, your visit is over." Lycaon told the trucker. "Alright then, Scotty, beam me up!" Rick said, making the others laugh a bit as he faded out of view, the ball's light dimming before going dark. "Aw, Mike." Ryan sighed, looking at the other Lycan. "He brought it on himself. His motives are unknown to me, aside from whatever it was that our messenger said to trigger his reaction." Gorn said. "Well," Ryan said, cracking his knuckles, "Let's see if True Love's Kiss can wake him up." Ryan picked up the other werewolf, cradling him in his arms, then brought his lips to Mike's in a slow, passionate, driving kiss that lasted a few minutes, sharing his saliva with his lover. After breaking the kiss, he set Mike down and waited. Mike slowly changed into his Feral form, claws extended several inches, and slowly came to as his skull mended, whatever brain damage Gorn caused disappeared. "Mikey, are you okay?" Ryan asked. \>, Ryan?" "Mike's talking in Spanish; How do we fix him?" "How did that come to be?" "That would be my doing, Sir. Mike was about to attack your messenger, so I subdued him, by knocking him unconsious." Gornak explained. "Daniel told us that you can control Magick as well." "I can." "You must search him for the soul controlling his voice, and eradicate it." "And what method do you prefer I use?" "Tap into his MindLink. Search through his memories between after he lost consiousness and before he woke up." "I shall try my best, Sir." \====================== Gornak instructed Ryan to restrain Mike in the form of a friendly hug, then placed his left palm to the possessed werewolf's forehead, and in a low rumbling voice, called forth his magick to search through Mike's subconsious memory. "Hm... Where are you, vile being? Show yourself..." the minotaur muttered, his eyes darting about as he looked at various parts of Mike's mind. Soon enough, he found it: A physical experience between Mike and a Demon. He found the Demon's point of view, as it's soul was sucked from it's body... out of it's rear, and into Mike's genetalia. Gorn yanked his hand away from Mike, accidentally whacking Dan, who was walking behind him at the time. "OW! What was that for? I didn't do anything." "Dan, you may be right. Mike is channeling a Demon that never got fully absorbed as nutrition. You probably do not want to know how he got it." "Mike took a Demon up the creek, remember? He showed us the one that turned to stone after he sealed the deal." Dan said, rubbing his head where Gorn hit him. "Ahh, dammit, that hurt." "Mighty Lycaon, I found the demon's corrupt soul. How do we get rid of it?" "Have you any incantations for this task?" "We were hoping that you knew of such a spell, for I have none at the moment." "Hmm... " Lupo said to himself, trying to figure out how they were going to remove this apparition from the werewolf without completely obliterating him. "I think, what we need, is a basic Exorcism-type ritual, then see where we go from there." "Ya heard that, Lycaon? We need an exorcism spell." Dan said. "I shall tap into Mike's subconsious, then you can channel your energy through me to Mike." Gornak told Lycaon. "If you see this as a 'good idea', then I shall try." Gornak performed the same MindLink as before, then told the wolf-god that he was ready. In a few moments, he was flooded with Lycaons' incantation, which the minotaur was passing onto the werewolf. --- The others watched as Gornak's eyes glowed a light teal color as Lycaon remotely worked his magic. "Ohh, please tell me this is gonna work." Ryan said, worried. The tension was thick in the air, as the exorcism took it's toll on Mike and Gorn, the Lycan growing weary, the Minotaur doused with sweat, keeping his stance constant, until he sensed something within Mike's being: The demon was losing the battle, and tried jumping into Gorn as another host. Gornak pulled his hand away again, Dan well out of his swing radius, and growled, wrestling with the entity as it tried to overpower him. He was not one to be underestimated, as the bullman conjured forth his most powerful dark magic, and forcefully expelled the Demon from himself, expiring the demon instantly. Dan, Ryan and Lupo all jumped back and held each other as Gorn faced them. "My friends, today marks a milestone for us, as we have sucessfully exorcised a demon!" They applauded as Mike finally came to. "Ugh.. what happened?" he said as Ryan came up to hug him. "You... had a bad ghostie trying to posess you, but Gorn kicked it's ass and sent it packing. That's what happened. Remember that demon i caught you with?" "Yeah." "Well, somehow, you pulled some sort of cock-vore on it, but instead of taking the whole demon, you only took it's soul." Mike widened his eyes at the news: he thought he was just mindlessly fucking a demon, yet he hadn't known that he was capable of such a feat. "Holy fucking shit. Lemme get this straight: I... cock-vored a Demon's inner being just by doing what i did to it?" "It appears so." Gorn said. "That... is disturbing." Mike said before turning to Ryan. "Now I know how you feel." "You don't know the half of-- Oh, wait, you do." Ryan replied. "Welcome to my current dilemma." he then said, a sheepish smile on his face. "Soo," Dan said, looking around, "Now what do we do? What else can we think of that everyone can have fun doing?" They went through thier options again: Eat, sleep, have sex, chase the dingo, play around in Valdov's droppings, race each other, build or destroy stuff, wander about the wasteland... Everyone knew that the possibilities were somewhat as endless as it was in the mortal realm, yet in a limited form. They could do anything they wanted, but could not find any form of motivation, nor inspiration to get them to carry out thier desires. "Damn. S'like we can do whatever, wherever, whenever, but it's like we're completely powerless to do anything. Friggin' sucks." Mike said. "If all this clamoring is for activity, why not train yourselves to become stronger, more effecient.. Less whiny?" Gornak stated, getting evil stares from the Lycans. "He is right, though. We have been doing more talking than taking action." Dan told them, "I noticed we've gotten a tad lazy since the Demons stopped attacking us." Ryan and Mike both agreed on that cold fact. "We have this unlimited freedom, right?" Ryan asked. "But there's no technology, no pre-made entertainment or food, no electricity.. all the stuff we used on Earth, we don't have over here." "You know what?" Lupo asked, snapping his fingers. "It's like living in the days way before Benjamin Franklin even discovered electricity, even before he was born! We are living like our ancient ancestors." "That's a crazy idea, Loop." Dan said after some moments of silence. "No, really, iit's true! If i still remember my History correctly, we are currently living life like it was back in the Stone Ages." "How so?" Gorn asked. "Gornak, look at your house; You built it out of stone. Your furniture are made from the skins of the Demons you've slaughtered over time." "Huh, I've never once realized that." the bull-man said. "Out of the simplest resources at our disposal, we can create the stuff that we used to have. Shit, we can invent the wheel, as the cavefurs did long ago..." --- As Lupo gave his speech on the resemblance of this incarnation of Hell to the Stone Age, Dan slipped away to do a little 'creating' of his own. Walking around, he came across some Demon carcasses twice his size, still intact. "Ah... Here we go. Hmm.." The dingo looked around for a good rock about the size of his fist, and picked one that felt solid, grinding it against a boulder from one of the nearby pillars until it turned into a blade. Testing it's sharpness, Dan accidentally cut himself. He winced as the pain died down some. "Damn, that's sharp!" Dan then went to work, slicing up the Demon for its' skin, to make into leather strips, finding that he had done an excellent job sharpening the stone, it cut through the hide with ease. After that, he found a slab of stone half his height. He envisioned his whip as a stone-shaping grinder, and it took on the shape of the tool. He further shaved and shaped the block of rock until it looked like a skateboard. Checking its' weight, he found it was still quite heavy, so he shaved it to where it was light enough to work, yet thick enough to not break under even Gorns' weight, re-checking the weight every few passes. Taking a few bones from the Demons' remains, and the leather strips he made earlier, he strapped the bones to the stone board to become its' axles. Transforming his whip back into the cutter, he shaped four wheels out of solid rock, balancing them as if they were car tyres, shaving thier weight before mounting them to the skateboard. Stepping on the device with a light touch of his foot, Dan slowly put his weight on it, until he fully stood on the board. He smiled at his conquest as he tried its mobility; he had everything just right, the wheels didn't bind, the bone axles were strong as steel. --- "Well, those who fail history are doomed to repeat it." Ryan said as Lupo continued on about the things they could make. "And what better place than here?" Mike replied before Dan zoomed past them. "Now what's crazy dingo doing?" Ryan asked, a confused look set upon him. Dan rolled over to the others and kicked the board up from under him, grabbing it mid-air, and stood it up as he leaned on it, smiling. "Guess correctly, an' I'll let you use it." They looked at the object, then at Dan. "It's a skateboard." they said in unison. "Wow, how'd you all know?" "We know what a skateboard looks like." Lupo said. "Okaay... 'Ey, Mike, couldja build me a half-pipe?" Mike shot him a fake posessed look, eyebrows furrowed like he was going to break the dingo's skateboard. "Pleeease?" The werewolfs' face twitched a bit, smiling as he let his breath leave him in a sigh. "Fine. But only 'cause I'm bored." --- As Mike created the skate ramp, Dan pulled a few ollies while he waited. The others watched, Ryan yawning, Lupo itched his neck, Gorn standing like a statue. The young werewolf jumped on the top of the halfpipe, and fired his heat-vision, glassing the surface for the dingo to ride on. "Here we go, one half-pipe! Happy, Dan?" "As happy as a truck in a mudbog." Dan said as he tested out the trick-ramp. Mike watched as the dingo flew around the half-pipe, whooping as he caught air. \-------------------------------------------- 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 'Well, this actually looks..... fun.' I thought as I watched Dan on his skateboard, zipping through the halfpipe he requested. \--------------------------------------------- 333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 "Wow, he's actually having fun on that thing." Ryan said. "You should give it a try, Mike. "Naw, I can't." he replied. "Why?" "Skateboarding's not my thing. I'd rather have a bike." "Okay... but don't let me remind you." "Ryan... Just looking at you alone is enough to do that." "Aww, you do care." "So... i ask again... what do we have for... activities?" Dan asked, launching off the ramp. "I just thought of something.. Dodgeball, using a Demons' skull!" Gornak said as he held up a small skull, getting a creeped-out look from the dingo. The minotaur winked at him. "Wanna..." Lupo told Dan, followed by a few hand gestures and a high to low whistle. "Hmm.. not really." Dan replied, turning down the wolfs' 'special' invite. "Gorn, you were able to turn Valdovs' mood, and channel Lycaons' powers. How is it that you cannot use your magic to create stuff, or imbue our weapons?? Lupo asked. "The extent of my powers are not as you think them to be." Gorn explained. "As I have only learned but a few simple tricks." --- Dan launched the ramp one last time before sticking a landing near the Minotaur. "Well, if you knew every spell ever made, y'woulda passed the power level of whoever rules this dump. Then we'd be in even more trouble." "You'd be wise to think that." Gorn said in a light laugh. "Creepy." Ryan said, shaking his head before looking at Dan. "Can I have a turn on that thing?" "What's the password?" Dan replied in a cocky tone. "Hmm... Please?" Ryan angrily snarled in the dingos' face. "Ah-ah, say it nicely, now." Ryan slapped the dingo down and took the skateboard that was spinning in the air. "TOO BAD! It's my turn and you know it." --- As Ryan played around with the skateboard, Mike dragged the limp Dan back into the fortress with Lupo in tow. "You're never gonna learn from your actions, are you, Dan?" the werewolf asked. "What good's a brain if you're not using it, man?" Lupo said as Mike neatened the dingos' fur. "So, Dan wrecked both your rides... and Kraig told you to kill yourself because he wanted Dan over you. Not to offend, but that's just fucked up." Mike told Lupo as Dan went on the demonhide bed. "Well, he didn't explicitly say that... It was... subliminal, to label it." "Okay, continue." "Dan didn't wreck my bike; it was broken when I gave it to him, the engine threw a rod, and killed one of the cylinders." Lupo told the Lycan. "The car, though, was completely accidental. Dan's bike coughed up the back tire, and he hit a pothole or a rock or something." "And still I wonder how you were able to remember all that, from so long ago." Dan said, sitting up to look at the wolf before Ryan came in, holding Dans' skateboard, now broken in half. "Hello, is this quality control? I need to make a complaint." he said. "Yeah, well I got one for ya too, Ry." Dan said under his breath. "Are you okay, Ryan?" Mike asked. "Oh, I'm fine... well, maybe a little hungry." Dan and lupo both had scared looks on thier faces. Ryan smirked. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna eat you guys, I love ya too much to do that." "And just how do we fix the munchies?" Lupo asked as Gorn came up behind the werewolf. "You eat... That's the only way." the bull-man said. Everyone stayed their positions for awhile. Dan coughed a little, breaking the silence. "We're running out of things to do, aren't we?" Mike said, shedding a lone tear. "We are, sadly." Ryan said, watching Mike's tear fall to the ground. "It's a zigzag pattern I've noticed: Activate, then procrastinate. We try an activity until we're tired of it. S'the downside to the ol' phrase, blah blah blah, repitition, yadda yadda yadda." "And then we decide to sleep it off, which the question bugs me -- " Mike paused. "Anyone have any... dreams, lately?" "Funny thing, that. We haven't had any. At least, nobody willing to share aside from you, Mike." Dan replied. "I may as well share one, while we're on that topic." Gorn said, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall behind him. "I had a dream that took me into the Medieval ages. I believed that I had been living in that time period, ironically, as a slave-driver. As most of my dreams, it... had a bad outcome." "Ohh, you got..." Dan said. "I did. Sent me to the guillotine, they did. That I remember the most, feeling that blade come down on my neck, sending me to an everlasting slumber as they sent their swords tween my eyes... Cheering their victory over my rule forevermore." The minotaur looked around, everyone wide-eyed, Mike even shaking from listening to his tale. "Something troubles you, Mike?" he said. "I think Mike's a lightweight when it comes to horror stories. I swear, if he were wearing boots, he'd shake'em to bits." Dan told Gorn before looking at Mike. "Don't worry, I'm not making fun of you. I mean, you've gone through so much already." "Good going, now he's not gonna be able to sleep anymore because of that." Ryan told the minotaur before tending to his mate. "That was kinda harsh." Gorn mockingly said. "I wouldn't say anymore, Gorn, 'till we get Mikey all better." Dan told the bull-man. --- Dan, Gorn, and Lupo left the shelter for awhile, to let Mike recover, and split off to do their own thing. Dan was rebuilding his skateboard, Lupo tended to his dragon, and Gorn was weightlifting with boulders. ---

Title: How to Stop Smoking Ch. 20 Tags: chest muscles, health food, thick rich, purple crown, ring asshole, pussy milking, washboard stomach, brown ring, muscles rippled, clit gail When I entered the spa, there weren't more than 3 people there. It was a real quiet day. I headed for the men's locker room and changed into my sweats. As I walked to the back to find the weight bench that I wanted to exercise on, I noticed only one person lifting weights. Gail was a blonde body builder. She worked out daily to keep her body toned for competition. She was about 5'9" with big firm breasts. Thigh muscles that looked like they could squeeze a man to death. Gail was lying on her back on a bench with a dumbbell in each hand. Her attire was the skimpiest black swimsuit you've ever seen. The top barely contained those massive tits. The bottom had been pulled into her pussy lips by her strenuous exercises. As she brought the weights over her chest, you could see the muscles rippling. Her tits were straining to break their bonds. I stood there in admiration. Gail had obviously set some very high goals for herself and had been working hard on achieving them. My cock appreciated her shape too. It was beginning to swell. Gail stopped to take a break. As she set up, her washboard stomach rippled. God, What a body! Seeing that she noticed me, I introduced myself telling her that I had come to the spa to work out and relieve some tension. Gail asked just what I planned to work out - my eyeball muscles? Laughing, I told her that, as soon as I saw her, I was fascinated. She had an excellent body, and it was obviously because she had the guts to stick with the program she had set for herself. Too many people last only a little while on a strenuous program like she had undertaken. She asked if I would like to give her program a try. I felt as if she had just issued a challenge. I said "sure" and she invited me to take a seat. I sat down on the weight bench and leaned back. Gail had me scoot back until I was positioned under the barbells. With her attending, I placed my hands on the bar and lifted them off the cradle. As she positioned herself to assist me, she straddled my face. I had a close-up view of her pussy. I pressed about 6 times and found I was tiring already. After I really strained on the 7th and 8th presses, Gail helped me put them back on the rest. This time, she had to squat down and lean forward in order to assist me. This positioned her pussy bare inches above my tongue. I smelled the aroma of her sex and my cock began to swell. Gail had me sit up and straddled the bench behind me. She began to massage my neck and arm muscles. The soreness began to leave almost immediately. She then had me lay back down to take the barbells again. While I was pressing them, she moved around in front of me and placed her hot hand on my cock. It responded quickly. As my cock began to swell, my energy for lifting weights shrank until I could hardly lift them. Finally, I had to rest. Since Gail was not in position to take them, I let the bar rest across my chest. Seeing that I was temporarily pinned and in no position to protest, she pulled down my sweats and released my swollen cock. I could see that she was turned on. She licked her lips and placed my cockhead in her mouth. Then she began to pump my cock with her hand as she gave me a fantastic blow-job. In minutes, I came in her mouth. She continued to suck me until she had consumed every drop. Once she felt that I had no more cum to give, she continued tonguing me until my cock began to regain it's hardness. At this point, she stripped off her minuscule bikini, straddled the bench and stuffed my cock between her pussy lips. With a few squatting movements, she managed to get the entire length buried deep within her hot pussy. Her pussy had gotten really wet while she was giving me the blow-job but her exercises had tightened her pussy muscles. With my cock deeply inside her, she reached forward and took the bar. Holding the bar to her chest, she began to press the weights over her head. With every movement of the bar, her tight pussy was milking my rigid cock. She did about 10 presses before she came. When she came, I thought she would drop the bar, but she managed somehow to hang on to it. While she was doing the presses, I caressed her breasts. Gail was so muscular that her tits were just an extension of her chest muscles. Her nipples were about a ½” long and very dark. I pinched them and rolled them around between my thumb and forefinger. She came. As she came, her body shook and her pussy muscles were clenching tightly around the base of my cock. She was having multiple orgasms. After about 5 minutes of her orgasms, I felt the heat rising in my loins as I came. Spurt after spurt of thick rich cum splashing against her pussy walls. Soon I was drained. With a little shudder, Gail reached forward and replaced the bar on it's cradle above my head. Then she kissed me. A deep, soul searching kiss that lasted for several moments. We rested like that with my cock deep within her. So far it didn't show any sign of going soft. Gail kept squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles. This woman had talent. Gail asked me if I had ever made love to a body builder before. I said that I had and, when I mentioned Mandy, Gail said that she knew her. I figured she would. You should always know your competition. As we talked, Gail kept up a slow rocking rhythm with her hips, massaging my cock with her pussy muscles. Soon it began to get hard again. I suggested that we hit the showers and cool off a bit before fucking again. Gail agreed that it might not be a bad idea. Besides, she said that there were a couple of other exercises that she wanted me to try. We went into our respective dressing rooms. I called Maria at the Museum. I felt obligated to let her know that I might not make it by closing time. I had just stepped into the hot shower when Gail came in. There was a connecting door between the dressing rooms and she had a key. Taking the soap from me, she began to scrub me down. Lathering me up from top to bottom, she paused each time she passed my cock and gave it a few strokes. I couldn't help but respond. My cock began to swell until it reached full hardness. The huge purple crown just begged to be sucked. Instead though, Gail handed me the soap back and informed me that it was now my turn. I began with her muscular shoulders, lathering her back - working my way down to her ass. As I rubbed the deep valley between her ass cheeks, her breathing began to quicken. She was getting turned by my playing with her ass. I worked down her muscular thighs and calves until I reached her feet. Her back was covered in thick, rich lather. Turning her around, I began working on the front. My tongue was busily proceeding my hands. I licked above her knees, working toward her steaming pussy. When I reached her pussy she arched her back, sticking it out to make it more accessible. I inserted my tongue between the fleshy pussy lips and searched for her clit. As I found it, she gave a sharp intake of breath. I gave her pussy a few quick licks and proceeded upwards. Soon, I had her nipples in my mouth, licking and biting them. They were extremely sensitive. My fingers found her pussy and I darted a soapy finger inside to play with her clit. Gail was breathing rapidly and her body was trembling. The more I rubbed her clit, the faster she began to move until her body exploded in orgasm after orgasm. I kissed her and she sucked my tongue deep within her mouth. I stopped playing with her clit and continued upwards with my soapy hands. Scrubbing her washboard stomach and chest, playing with her erect nipples. Inserting my cockhead between her fleshy pussy lips, I pushed upwards until she was impaled on my rigid cock. God, her pussy was tight. We sank to the floor of the shower. The water washing off the soap as I rapidly stroked my cock in and out of her steaming pussy. By the time we both came, all the soap had been rinsed from our bodies. Exhausted, we just lay there letting the hot water stream over us. When we recovered our energy, we toweled each other off and got dressed. Gail returned to the Ladies locker room and put on a clean bikini swimsuit. I put on my swimsuit and met her at the pool. We swam for 10 or 15 minutes then rested in the shallow end. Neither of us could keep our hands off the other. After drying off, we headed to the gymnasium to work out some more. Gail lowered the rings until she could put her legs through them. She swung back and forth - her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were clearly visible through the thin material of her bikini. I kneeled on the mat in front of her. As her swinging pussy neared my face, I took hold of her legs and stopped her momentum. My hungry lips found her muscular thighs and I began to lick in and around her pussy lips. Tearing her bikini bottom off for better access, I tongued her hot pussy until she was begging me to fuck her. She was so juicy that my rigid cock slipped in with ease. Once again, I allowed her to swing back and forth. My cock was pulled from her pussy until just the crown was inserted. Then, as she swung back towards me, she was once again impaled on that massive cock. Just as Gail was on the verge of cumming, I leaned back and pulled my cock from her pussy. She begged me to put it back in and continue fucking her. But I had other ideas. Helping her down from the rings, I guided her over to another weight bench and set her down. Pushing her back until she was prone on the bench, I kneeled in front of her steaming pussy and began to lick her clit. Gail began a long series of orgasms. Her body was bucking and thrashing like crazy. Taking an Indian club from the rack, I began using it like a dildo. Pushing it in and out of her pussy while she continued to cum. When it looked like it was juicy enough, I pulled the club from Gail's pussy and pushed it against the brown ring of her asshole until the knob slipped inside. The knob entered her with a 'plop' and the surprised look on her face told me that she was not accustomed to being violated like this. As I worked the club in and out of her ass, the tapered neck began to gradually stretch her. When I felt that her ass was stretched enough, I replaced the club with my rigid cock. I pumped in and out of her ass for a few strokes until I was on the verge of cumming. Then I withdrew my cock and helped her to her feet. Telling her to bend over and take hold of her ankles, I teased the brown ring of her asshole, slipping my cock inside. She was very tight. I worked my cock in and out as I pulled her wide hips toward me. Then I came. Flooding her ass with cum. When my softening cock slipped from her ass, we sat on the weight bench to catch our breath. I invited Gail to my house to continue with the weight training. She accepted. After we cleaned up and dressed, I met her in the lobby. Gail was a knockout in street clothes. You would never guess that she was into body building. She had on a chocolate brown leather mini skirt with a matching leather top. Her long brown leather boots came up to the bottom of the mini skirt. She looked nice. Both of us were hungry. Gail suggested a health food restaurant for lunch and we headed out. She settled back in the seat of the Rolls and gave directions. While I drove, she reached over and began playing with my cock. Before long, my rigid cock was clearly visible. Being 16" long and 2 ¾” in diameter, my cock reached to my knees. The tightness of my trousers only served to enhance it's visibility. When we arrived, Gail said we should wait until it subsided before going inside, but I figured "to hell with it" and we went on in. The stares we were treated to while we were eating were something else. You could tell by the looks that they were making bets about whether or not I was fully erect. We were seated in a booth near the door. Being a health food place, the atmosphere was bright and cheery. As we were chatting, a tall black lady came to our booth. Gail introduced her as Vera, a Zulu from Africa - the owner of the restaurant. I slid over and Vera sat down. While Gail was asking about a potion to increase her staying power, Vera placed her hand on my leg. Squeezing my cock, then tracing the outline of it produced a gasp when she realized how big it was. Vera asked if I needed something too and I replied that I didn't need a potion. Everything was just fine with my equipment. Replying that I was obviously right, she turned her attention to Gail. She told Gail that she had two potions for her. One would give her additional stamina and strength. The other would make sure that she stayed horny to keep up with me. We chatted for awhile. I found out that Vera was the daughter of a Zulu witch doctor. This explained why she was respected for her potions. Vera also told me that, if the potions didn't work well enough to give her a call and she would come over and help out. She wanted to find out for herself if that cock in my pants leg was real. Gail and I finished our meal and headed to my place. When we got to the bedroom, we began to strip. Both of us had no false allusions about sex. We both knew what we wanted and clothing was just a hindrance. Taking Gail by the hand, I led her to the sauna. I pulled out a couple of large towels, cranked up the heat and we stepped in. We reclined on the benches and just relaxed. Every 5 minutes or so, I got up and added some cold water to enhance the steam. We had sweat pouring from every pore. Lying across from each other gave me the chance to study Gail's body. Every part seemed to be total symmetry. Her muscles rippled as she shifted on the bench. I got up and moved over to her. Pulling her towel aside, I sat down and reached for her. She sat up and we kissed. I placed a hand on her breast and gently stroked her nipple, feeling it rise to my touch. My hand traveled down, past her stomach to the area above the pubic bone. When my fingers reached her cunt. I spread her cunt lips and eased a finger inside. She was wet. Her breathing was deep and ragged. Watching her muscular chest expand made me appreciate the sacrifices she had made to get that body. I stroked her clit. Her hips pushed upward against my hand. I teased her clit - slowly at first, then picking up the pace until she was on the verge of cumming. Replacing my finger with my hot tongue, I licked her pussy, savoring the aroma and taste of her juices. When my tongue hit her swollen clit, she began to cum. I flicked my tongue rapidly against her clit. Her bucking hips spread her juices all over my face. While I was sucking her clit, she had been stroking my cock. I was ready. I spread her legs and turned her body until my massive cock was at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed the purple crown of my cock inside her and with slow teasing strokes began to enter her. Soon my cock was deep inside. We began to fuck. Slowly at first - then building to a faster pace. The combination of the steam heat of the sauna and our exertion had our bodies bathed in sweat. It was so hot we could hardly breathe. Gail's muscular body looked fantastic. As she rose to meet my thrusts, her muscles rippled and gleamed in the dim light. Soon we were cumming. My balls tightened. My cock shot spurt after spurt of red hot cum inside her pussy. When my balls were drained, I collapsed against her. We lay there letting our passion subside until my softening cock slipped from her pussy. After we recovered, we left the sauna and headed for the shower. While the cool water cascaded over our bodies, we soaped each other and began to cool down. Or so I thought. Gail began stroking my cock until it reached full hardness. As she stroked, the purple crown peeked through the soap. Faster and faster she stroked until I was on the verge of cumming. Then she stopped and we moved under the water to rinse off. As the last of the soap left our bodies, Gail knelt on the floor. She took the crown of my cock in her mouth. Squeezing my balls as she sucked me, she soon had me rock hard. I felt the hot cum rising in my cock. When Gail felt my cock twitch, she stopped sucking and stood up. Spreading her legs as she raised on tiptoe, she worked the head of my cock against her pussy lips until she felt it slip inside. I placed both hands on her ass and lifted her off her feet. As I did so, she became fully impaled on my hard cock. She was so tight. She wrapped her muscular legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Holding her ass cheeks, I pushed her away, then pulled her to me - stroking my cock in and out of that tight pussy. As she began to orgasm, her eyes rolled back in her head. She was in ecstasy. I began to cum. Her hips moved back and forth. That tight pussy was milking my cock, draining every drop of cum. Exhausted, we finished showering and went to the bedroom to rest. We must have slept for an hour or more. I woke up first. Propping my head on my hand, I lay there watching her. Even in sleep, her chest muscles rippled as she breathed. There was a dark vein that ran across and around her breast. I traced the outline it with my finger as I worked my way toward her nipple. Her nipple began to respond. As it hardened, I leaned over and began to suck on it. Soon it was at full hardness. Her other nipple was getting hard as well. I eased out of bed and opened my 'toy' cabinet. Selecting the items I wanted, I returned to the bed. I had fur handcuffs with Velcro fasteners for both her hands and ankles. Nipple clamps on a chain with pussy and clit clamps on the other end of it. A vibrator dildo with an ass penetrater. A pair of leather panties with snap fasteners. A waist strap with a cotton rope. A ball gag for her mouth and a pair of fur gloves. With these in easy reach, I began to bind her. As I was fastening the last ankle cuff at the foot of the bed when I noticed that Gail was awake - watching me. She hadn't said anything - just watching. Her breathing beginning to deepen in anticipation of what was to cum. Putting the ball gag in her mouth was a chore. She fought it all the way. Until I put a nipple clamp on one nipple. When the clamp closed on her nipple, she opened her mouth to scream. That's when I shoved the ball gag in place and fastened the straps behind her head. Her body was thrashing wildly trying to rid itself of the nipple clamp. I hadn't planned to clamp her nipples yet, so I removed it. Her nipple was red and swollen. I massaged it to ease the some of the soreness. Putting the waist strap on her, I looped the rope through an eye hook in the ceiling. Then I hoisted her until all the wrist and ankle cuff chains were tight. In this position, her pussy was wide open and vulnerable. It was wet and glistening in the dim light. Leaving her tied like this, I got the shaving equipment from the bathroom and plenty of towels. With the shaving brush, I began to apply a thick creamy lather to her pubic area, working my way down and around her pussy lips. When she was thoroughly soaped, I began shaving her. Spreading her pussy lips and manipulating them for easy access with the razor, I slipped a finger inside and toyed with her clit. Her body responded in spite of herself. She was hot. After I had all the hair off, I got a pan of ice-cold water from the refrigerator and began removing the soap. Rubbing her pussy lips inside and out, the cold water soon had her hips bucking as she tried to reach orgasm. I wouldn't let her. I stopped. When her hips stopped moving, I dried off the water that remained and began sucking her. Her hips began moving again. Her nipples were rock hard. I decided that this would be the time to put the clamps on. She screamed into the ball gag as I put the first one on and began thrashing wildly as I placed the second one on. Pussy juice was running down the crack of her ass, soaking the bed. She had orgasmed. I placed the pussy clamp on her pussy lips. She screamed again. As her pussy became used to the clamp, her hips began moving again. Then I put the clamp on her clit. Her body bucked so hard, I was afraid she was going to break her bonds. Juice was running out of her pussy again. As her body gradually became used to the clamps, her movements subsided. Soon she was quiet. I couldn't have this. She was enjoying it too much. I removed the clamps from her pussy and clit. As the blood began flowing through them, she began to moan and scream again. I massaged her pussy until she stopped screaming. Then I inserted the dildo in her pussy. Using her pussy juice to lubricate the ass penetrator, I slid it in her ass as the dildo was thrust forward. I put the leather panties on her to hold the dildo in place, then turned it on. Her body responded immediately. As I turned it down to a low hum, her hips slowed their movement until they rocked gently back and forth as she fucked the dildo. Pussy juice was flowing as she again orgasmed. I let her orgasms continue until she finally collapsed. Her eyes closed and she had passed out. I removed everything from her body. Leg cuffs, wrist cuffs, ball gag, nipple clamps, leather panties and the dildo. Everything came off except the waist strap. This would keep her pussy up in the air for fucking. Putting on the fur gloves, I began to stroke her body. Starting with her nipples, I massaged them until the blood was again flowing and they were rock hard. As I rubbed her naked pussy with a gloved hand, she began to respond. I moved into position and, after spreading her legs, I inserted my rigid cock in her wet pussy. I began fucking her. My cock had been hard so long it was begging for release. Just as I began to cum, Gail came to. She opened her eyes and began using those fantastic pussy muscles. Milking my cock of every last drop of cum. After removing the waist strap, we rested. Gail had never been tied up before and, at first, was quite afraid. She admitted that the clamps I put on her nipples, pussy and clit hurt but, once she got used to them, they were a great turn on. In fact, everything I did to her was a totally erotic experience. She couldn't believe how wet she got. I told her after she used the bidet I would show her how wet my tongue would make her. Gail said she wanted to call Vera. She needed reinforcements. I told her to forget that, I had an appointment the next day and I wanted to be fresh. We spent the rest of the day making love. We had dinner around 7, watched some TV and just relaxed. About 9 P.M. I took her back to the spa to get her car. Kissing goodbye, we parted. I went home to get some rest so I would be fresh to Treatment #3.

Title: Smuggle Kitty by Minkat Tags: Feline, Human, M/F, Transformation, Vaginal It had been fifteen days since Travus was brought to the underground caverns of the resistance. He had begun to feel better; his pounding headache had subsided about a week ago. He was clad in light blue pajamas that had been provided by the felicians. The human was now pacing the room that he had been originally brought to. He watched as Glacis entered the room. Travus moved to hide his arousal at the sight of her salacious saunter and accompanying musky scent. He longed to run his hands through her soft-white fur, but he did not want to cheat on Minka. Glacis: You don't need to hide. I know you want me. Travus: I can't let down my Minka. Glacis: Our operative in Blight's hotel told me that Minka has already slept with many felicians and that she did not resist. Travus: Probably the kitty. And, maybe Blight. Glacis: It was. I think she'll understand if you want to fuck someone else. Travus: Not yet. Glacis: Have it your way. I should tell you why we brought you here. Travus: I thought you wanted me to help in the attack on Blight's hotel. Glacis: We had another reason for saving you. Dr. Katis wants to meet you. Travus: Who is she? Glacis: She is a brilliant geneticist. Travus: Felician? Glacis: Yes. She had ulterior motives for having us rescue you. I'll leave you to her. Glacis walked out of the room, glancing behind at the human with her green-feline eyes and licking her lips. Her tail twitched in slight annoyance at Travus' imperviousness to her advances. He would not be able to resist her for long. Travus sat in the chair next to the bed. He watched as a strangelooking felician entered the room. She looked like a shrunken leopard with wispy fur that appeared to be balding in various areas about her body. She also had wispy gray hair akin to a human's and the piercing blue eyes of a human. Travus looked at her in consternation, unable to fathom the combination of human and felician traits. Her spots appeared to be giant freckles that covered her exposed flesh. Her tail was a mere spotted stump. She wore a gray lab coat. Katis: I am Dr. Katis. Travus: I figured. What do you want from me? Katis: As you noticed, I do not appear fully felician. The truth is that the felician genetic code has been growing increasingly unstable. There are felicians that are a normal blend of human and feline, felicians like Blight and me that are significantly human, and then there are felicians that have very little humanity and become quite feral shortly after birth. These felicians are usually imprisoned to protect the general populous. Travus: So, felicians are originally from earth? Katis: Yes. We were part of an experiment to create a new species of sentient beings. We tried to live among humanity for many years after our inception and then decided to find our own world. On felicia, we were free from the prejudice and animosity of humans. We have lived here for over a century. Our human and feline traits have become randomized in our sexual chromosomes. I brought you here to perform an experiment. I want to observe the genetic code of an original. Travus: Original? Katis: I want to inject you with the serum that changed humans into felicians. Travus: You want to turn me into one of you? Katis: Yes. Our genetic code is becoming more and more unstable. I want to examine the original genetic code and hopefully discover a method to stabilize the code. I don't know what the future holds for our species. Will you help us? Travus: I don't know. I kind of like being human. What about Alana? She is also human. Katis: She is too connected with that canine. We need you. The future of felician depends on discovering the root of this genetic instability. Travus: What about my mink? Katis: I don't believe she needs you as much as we need you. Travus: We haven't been together long. I'm willing to do the experiment. It might be time for a change in my life. Noone has ever needed me like this. Maybe Minka will even like me as a felician. Katis: Splendid. I'll have the serum ready in a couple of hours. Which cat do you prefer? Travus: Tiger. With that, Katis left the room. Travus was nervous about the impending experiment. He knew it could mean leaving Minka, but it was a chance he wanted to take. It was a chance to change his dreary life. The idea of Minka having sex with felicians sank in and he thought it was time for their relationship to change. And, his life was going nowhere. Katis returned three hours later with serum in hand. The fluid was blue in color. She tied a rubber cord around his left bicep and injected the liquid into the artery. Dr. Katis then left the room and instructed Glacis to watch him through the night, especially for signs of a feral nature. An hour later, Travus awoke from a nap to feel a feverish feeling. He felt like he was both hot and cold at the same time. His skin itched and felt like it was crawling with insects. His teeth fell out and were rapidly replaced by feline teeth. Orange and black fur spouted from myriad places about his body. His ears expanded into pointed feline ears. Travus felt a sharp pain in his tailbone as a tail punched through his flesh. He screamed out in agony as his bone structure transformed. His skull and jaw changed to resemble the maw of a tiger. He screamed again as his musculature began to burn. His muscles grew to ten times their human size. Claws ripped through his fingertips. He shredded his pajamas with his new claws. His scream became a roar and barbs punctured his penis from within. He collapsed onto the bed as the changes continued to emanate. He had dreams of the jungle, of stalking prey, and seeking mates. The fur-covered bedspread also became part of his dream as he found his prey. Glacis watched over the tiger. She noticed that he had cum on the bed during his sleep. She smiled and tasted the fluid. Glacis enjoyed the alkaline taste. Later in the evening, Glacis removed his barbs under a local anesthetic while he was unconscious, for Katis insisted on genetic diversity. If the barbs were left intact, he would have a higher probability of impregnating every felician he mated with. Glacis then applied a salve to speed his healing. The newly created felician slept fitfully for five days after the serum was injected. Travus awoke to marvel at his new physique in the full-length mirror to the right of the bed. His golden feline eyes surveyed a creature that was part human and part tiger, a felician. He studied the patches of white fur amid the orange and black, particularly the white patch on his torso that began on his chest and went to his groin. He noticed his white-furry balls, which now seemed thrice as large as before the transformation. Travus extended his claws and gave a menacing glare at himself before withdrawing the claws. Glacis entered the room causing his phallus to stiffen. Glacis: Wow! You transformed into a sexy tiger. Let's see you resist me now. Travus: I don't think I can resist you now. Your scent is incredible. Glacis was still wet with estrous. Travus licked her furry face. He could smell her arousal intensify, the scent sweet to his improved sense of smell. He moved behind her and nibbled her neck. Glacis assumed the mating position; she lifted her buttocks and moved her head to the floor. Her tail lifted in a motion of invitation to coitus. The tiger stared at her red-hued labia that were drenched with mucin. Travus penetrated her estrous-swollen vulva with his mushroom cap. He no longer cared about the mink; he savored the mounting of this heated felician. His head buzzed with his animalistic passion for this felician. He felt her warmth as he pounded her pussy. The bumps where his barbs had been removed tingled with pleasure. She purred as he drove his rod into her depths. He continued to yiff her, her love pouch increased in heat as he continued to piston her. Travus roared as he came within her. His semen permeated her canal; he hardened quickly after he injected his fluid. Travus mated her again. The tiger gripped her hips. Glacis moved into his thrusts writhing with each plunge. After a few minutes, she came hard with an orgasm fostered by his intense yiffing. Her orgasm caused her heated loins to spurt pussy juice. The sticky-white lube drenched his huge testicles and dripped onto the bed. The oily fluid stained the bedspread. The tiger drenched one of his fingers with the fluid and tasted the nectar. Travus continued to drive his swollen rod into her estrous-drenched cunt. He grabbed her hips as he mated her in frenzy. His growls echoed through the caverns. Glacis mewed in pleasure as her purrs intensified. She came again with passion insurmountable. A few minutes after, Travus ejaculated again; his fluids permeated her loins. Travus could feel her wetness. Glacis gently pushed Travus onto the bed and straddled him. She ran her claws through his chest fur. The tiger stroked her breasts, tweaking the taut nipples. Her vagina dripped with body fluids. He savored her moisture as semen and pussy dew dripped from her pussy onto his chest. This sex was wet. He loved being a felician. Glacis: That was magnificent. Especially for your first time as a felician. The two cats yiffed five more times and collapsed onto the bed in each other's arms. Travus stroked her fur, paying special attention to the fur around her vulva. The two slept fitfully through the night in a tight embrace. Travus forgot the mink; he had found pure ecstasy that was missing with her...

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

Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 03 Tags: When I entered the dining room, Gloria and Jackie were laughing uproariously about something. "What's so funny?" I asked. Still chuckling, Gloria said, "I was telling Jackie about that patient of mine, and what Karen had said about screwing him until her nose bled." Both of them started laughing uncontrollably again. Karen finally joined us. Before sitting down she gave my hand a squeeze and mouthed 'I'm sorry.' I weakly smiled back at her, and nodded my head; silently telling her all was forgiven again, at least for now. I heard Karen ask the other two women something when the full effects of the elixir finally hit me. It started as a slight tingling at the back of my head that extended down the back of my neck. This was followed by a very brief fainting sensation, as if I were experiencing a head rush from standing up too quickly. For some reason I momentarily lost my peripheral vision, which augmented my feeling of lightheadedness. I tried to listen to what the women were saying, and vaguely heard Gloria ask Karen what took her so long in the kitchen, but my mind and eyes couldn't focus on anything in particular. Then the sensation was over. The whole episode lasted for only a few seconds, hardly noticeable, and afterwards I felt physically normal. To the unaware, the whole process would have been perceived as a temporary bout of wooziness brought on by too little, or even too much food and drink, and nothing more. My emotions, however, were being flooded with an overwhelming sense of eroticism, the likes of which I've rarely experienced. All my senses were sharpened, and everything I looked at, smelled, or touched triggered one salacious thought after the other, and had my member bursting hard against my pant seams. Even a passing look at the condiment dish containing the few remaining green olives stuffed with their crimson pimento was garnering extreme erotic thoughts. However, there was another feeling that invaded my consciousness. One that felt more focused and pervasive than my heightened sense of eroticism, and it was growing stronger in my psyche with each passing moment. It can only be described as a feeling of total invulnerability, or of supreme self-assuredness. In my mind, I knew I could say and do anything without consequence, because I felt that those around me would do whatever I suggested without hesitation, and those who didn't would not dare interfere. I suspect that only those long steeped in wielding power over others, such as a Roman emperor or a feudal lord would come close to feeling as I did that moment. It was an emotion I had never felt before; exhilarating, but at the same time frightening. What would happen if ever I were to lose control of myself, or somehow believed what I was feeling was real and not caused by a drug? I could now understand how someone would overindulge in the elixir, for the false sense of power it granted was intoxicating and potentially addictive. I came out of my thoughts to hear Karen and Jackie arguing about...sex; imagine that. "...Oh, Jackie, the way you talk you'd think you took out a patent on the wild life," I heard Karen say. Jackie laughed sarcastically, and said, "Compared to you and Will, I do, and that thing you call the wild life is just letting your hair down and having some fun. I can imagine what a risqué time in the Henry household would consist of; it's probably putting in a DVD of 'Weekend at Bernie's' and falling asleep on the couch." I watched Karen and Jackie argue back and forth. Each throwing insults at the other and driving themselves into fits of anger, which were quickly followed by tears, and then pleas for forgiveness. I could not even guess what started it, but it was a scene not unlike I observed between Gloria and Karen a week ago, and as I watched to two women banter back and forth, and felt my own moods changing, I was starting to understand the affects of the elixir on the human psyche. The fluctuation in mood, from anger to tears to laughter and back to anger, was not due to the mingling of alcohol with the elixir as I previously thought, but represented unchanneled sexual aggression. The elixir was increasing the libido gradually, but continually. This was manifest by the women's unconscious sensual touching of themselves coupled with their increasing raunchy banter, and which became more overt as the minutes passed. The elixir was causing them to push their behavior passed their usual comfort zones that were bounded by their normal precepts of societal mores and decorum, what Beetlesmith had termed his metaphorical walls. However, because of their precepts, they could not, as yet anyway, actualize this sexual aggression. Instead, it was channeled into other avenues of escape, such as the subconscious touching, the sexual banter, or the sudden conscious lapses into sexual daydreams. Unfortunately, these avenues were not enough to quiet the increasingly erotic feelings and needs. They wanted to act on their sexual aggression, but some of their walls were still in place and inhibiting them. This remnant inhibition subsequently frustrating them, and their frustration inevitably gave rise to anger. The women were only waiting for a catalyst to develop that would, in essence, condone their sexual behavior and to give it direction. I suppose as the instigator of the situation that I was the catalyst and it was my task to give it direction. By this time Gloria had jumped into the argument with both feet and was castigating Jackie about some perceived slight, "...Karen's right, you are a freaking bitch, and an ignorant one as well. You don't have the slightest clue about anyone, let alone Will and..." "Oh, what's to know? It's not like Will and Karen are the last of the red-hot swingers," came Jackie's sarcastic reply, cutting Gloria off before she could finish. Gloria was visibly irked by Jackie's flippant attitude, and was about to pounce on her when I broke in, "Jackie I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of Karen and I. I know by your standards we live too quiet a life, maybe even a boring life, but we have a good marriage, and occasionally we have our fun, although some of us have been having more than others, right dear?" Karen shot me a quick look of derision. "What does that mean?" asked Jackie with interest. "Nothing really," I said offhandedly, "Except that you make the mistake of confusing a braggadocios nature with actual experience. Just because some people don't kiss and tell doesn't mean they haven't been kissed at all." "I still don't get it," said Jackie slightly irritated. "Well, for example, we know that you're very open about your sexual exploits and the not too subtle and humiliating way you've treated your husbands in the past, but as far as the rest of us know, it's all been talk," I turned to Karen and asked, "Have you ever seen your cousin exhibit this wild sexual nature she brags about, outside of the way she dresses, of course?" Karen just shook her head slowly, unsure of where I was going with this line of questioning. I heard Gloria giggle at my verbal tweaking of Jackie's nose. "You think I'm a tease?" Jackie asked with some irritation. "I don't know," I said, as I got up and moved around behind my wife's chair. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek, "That's the trouble with boasting, particularly on attitudes and attributes that can't be readily proven. You have to expect some might not believe you, and some may even call your bluff. But I do know that some in this room, some that you would consider prudish, have expressed certain desires that even you might find...How should I say it...Exotic." Jackie smiled, "Are you calling my bluff, Will?" I ignored Jackie for the moment and said to Karen, "What was it you said to me in the kitchen?" I felt Karen stiffen in my arms. It was obvious she was uncomfortable with the situation, and that suggested to me those last few moral walls still remained. I looked over at Gloria whose interest had piqued at Karen's predicament, as she leaned forward in her chair staring intently at Karen. Jackie was also amused and sporting a wry grin, but contrary to her nature remained unexpectedly silent. "Tell us Karen," asked Gloria, "What did you say to Will in the kitchen?" Karen remained silent and rigid in her chair. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing suddenly became shallow and labored. I lightly brushed my hands across her breasts, and she reacted with a sharp intake of air. I then cupped her breasts and gently massaged them. I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse pressing against the palms of my hands. Even with all of her slutty bluster and 'anything sexual goes' attitude, I heard Jackie utter an audible gasp at my boldness at fondling my wife in front of guests. Gloria, whether subconsciously or not, had cupped her own breast with one hand, and resting her head in the other, watched Karen's face with amused anticipation. When I slipped a hand under Karen's panties, she modestly clamped her legs together, and murmured a weak, "No...Please," in protest. I knew her reluctance was fragile, however. It was a feeble, verbal signal that although the last remnant of her ethical walls still stood, they were teetering and about to come crashing down. I easily slipped my hand between her legs. Her vulva was already moist and slick. Touching her button, ever so gently, I felt a tremor course through her body. She still clamped her legs weakly against my hand, but with each gentle stroke on her clitoris, Karen spread her legs a little wider. I had Karen in a state of near climax similar to when we were in the kitchen, and asked her again, "What did you say to me in the kitchen?" She was still reluctant to vocalize in public what she had admitted in private, and answered only with a soft moan and a tightened grip of her hand on my free arm. I stopped massaging her clit. She emitted a whimper of protest, and then, knowing that I was not going to let her get away with remaining silent, she tried to appease my curiosity with deflection, and said hoarsely, "I...I said a lot of things in the kitchen." "Yes I know, but this was something specific about Gloria." She sat trembling from nerves and sexual excitement and looked silently over at Gloria, who was staring back with raised eyebrows and a subtle smile across her lips. It must have been torture for Karen, to be so close to climax numerous times tonight but not allowed to finish, not without admitting to something she could never admit to at any other time. Yet even though she was on the agonizing cusp of orgasm, she still refused to confess her delicious secret, and only meekly said, "Please." There was much unspoken want behind that small word: please, don't make me say it in front of the others; please, stop tormenting me this way; and please, don't stop pleasuring me. Gloria guessed Karen's mind as well, and taking pity on her, walked over and stood in front of us. Gloria smiled warmly down at her and pushing aside a lock of Karen's hair that had fallen across her face, bent over and gently kissed her. It was all Karen needed, for when I touched her clitoris again, her trembling became a shudder, and I felt the warm moisture of her climax saturate her groin. Gloria looked down and saw the growing wet spot between Karen's legs, and said with a slight laugh, "I'm glad you're wearing your panties this time, or I would have been drenched again." Gloria continued to play with Karen's hair as Karen unbuttoned just the lower three buttons on Gloria's blouse. Then pushing the fabric to the sides, Karen placed her hands under Gloria's skirt and gently squeezed both of her buttocks while she sweetly and gently kissed and licked her belly. Seeing that Karen and Gloria needed no more encouragement from me, I shifted my attention over to Jackie. I was beginning to worry that the drug wasn't having an effect on her, because she had yet to show any outward signs of becoming aroused. Given her nature, I thought she would have at least had her clothes off by now. Instead, she remained seated, quietly watching the two women. I bent down close to her ear, and whispered, "Penny for your thoughts." Startled, she flinched before answering, "I had no idea." Jackie and I continued to watch the others in silence. Karen was still kissing Gloria about the navel and had slid Gloria's panties off and onto the floor. She then looked up at Gloria and giggled, "See, I even remembered not to rip yours off this time." Gloria, eyes closed, responded only with a smile. Karen then gently pushed Gloria back so that she was sitting on the table, and hiking her skirt up across her waist, began kissing Gloria's inner thighs. Jackie was still flummoxed by what she was seeing, and began to stutter some type of questions, "What...How...When did..." "This is really a surprise for you, isn't it? There's a good reason for that, I guess; because we're all just a closed book, aren't we Jackie? We only show people what we want them to see and nothing much else, but inside there are things written that have largely gone unread or unnoticed. Mostly because we don't want anyone else to see what's written there. Maybe we fear condemnation and embarrassment, or maybe we just cling too greedily to our privacy and wish to maintain a certain degree of mystery form others, even from those closest to us," I said, as I nonchalantly unbuttoning her blouse. "I know you've never understood Karen's appetites. It's probably because she didn't trust you enough to tell you, so she only showed you a rough veneer, and kept you at arm's length. But, I also think you never bothered to look inside either of us. You only looked at our covers as it were and read nothing more into it. We didn't interest you enough, or you found us deficient in some way." By this time, Karen was deep into servicing Gloria, who had put her feet up on the arms of Karen's chair, while leaning back and bracing herself against the table with her hands. Neither of them showed any sign of interest in what Jackie and I were doing. "That's not fair," Jackie said in an injured and mocking voice, "I never thought you or Karen deficient, or whatever it was you said, just...I don't know...Karen and I never got along that well. Even when we were kids we were always on edge around each other, Karen more than me. So yes, I'm guilty of keeping distant after all these years, but what of you, Will? Knowing about people is a two-way street. I don't think you or Karen cared to know me, either. So you're partly to blame." "Why do you think I invited you here tonight, you dope?" I said, as I unclasped her bra. Her overly large breasts spilled out of their confines, the nipples large and dark brown in hue, stood out in stark contrast to the paleness of the surrounding skin. I cupped a breast in each in of my hands. "You know I shouldn't let you do this to me," she said in a tone of halfhearted reluctance. I continued to playfully fondle her breasts, and said teasingly, "You can tell me to stop at any time, but given your supposed raunchy nature I didn't think you would mind. I guess that was all an act. I always figured there was more virgin than vamp about you." Jackie said, with some irritation, "So that is what you think of me; that I'm a tease?" "Well I'm just wondering why a self-proclaimed seductress of all things that walk on two legs would sit passively by and watch others, supposedly more prudish have a good time instead of leading the charge." I had thrown down the gauntlet again, but this time she picked it up. Jackie pulled me around in front of her with a strength I had rarely felt in a woman, and took a firm hold of the bulge in my pants. She smiled seductively, and said, "I'll show you what kind of tease I am. Why don't you tease me with your cock and fuck my tits. You'd like that, I know. I saw you staring at them tonight. I see it in your eyes right now. Come on Will, rub that hard cock all over my melons until you shot your thick load right into my waiting mouth. Do it all to me... Right now... Right in front of wifey." I smiled. This was more like the Jackie I know, "Isn't that what you did to your second husband, made him watch while you banged all sorts of men?" "No," was Jackie's curt reply, "Todd made me watch as he banged all sorts of men. Needless to say our marriage didn't last long." It was a surprisingly sincere confession that obviously pained her to admit. I was about to say something to ease her embarrassment when Karen, her head still buried deep between Gloria's legs, began to laugh uncontrollably. Gloria tried to stay out of the impending ruckus, but even she started to giggle as Karen continued to laugh into her groin. Finally, Gloria thought she should say something, "Karen, come on, it's not nice to laugh." At length, Karen lifted her head up, and in between fits of laughter said, "You're right. I'm sorry Jackie, but what do you expect? You've got this rep of the buxom, slutty and sultry vixen, ready to boink or blow any guy within a twenty mile radius. Guys would come from far and wide just to droll over your big boobs, wide hips and tight bubble ass. They came hoping for a glimpse of you sashaying down the street just so they could cream in their jeans. Yet, even with your sexual prowess over men, in the end you get turned into a cuckold by a switch-hitting nancy-boy." Karen and Gloria erupted into laughter again. "Go ahead, laugh, make jokes," Jackie said in a cavalier tone that belied the fact she was hurt by Karen's humorous antagonism. Seeing the hurt look on Jackie's face, Gloria held out her arms beaconing Jackie toward her, "I'm sorry. We shouldn't be so mean." Jackie hesitated for a moment before she fell into the younger woman's arms, and hugging each other as two sisters might, Jackie said, "It's not that; it just seems to be, 'let's all pick on Jackie night.' Will thinks I'm a dope and a tease, you're making fun of my crystals, and Karen...Well it's Karen just being Karen..." Hearing this Karen forgot about Gloria for the moment and sat back in her chair, "And what's that supposed to mean?" "Oh come on Karen and cut the crap, you know what I mean. You've never liked me. Even when we were kids you were always poking a finger at me, and making fun of me. I'm still trying to figure out why you invited me here tonight, probably as some sort of twisted mind-fuck so that you could make fun and humiliate me in front of your friend." "To be perfectly honest with you, I didn't invite you, Will did," Karen said dispassionately, and then she turned toward me with a hint of spite in her eyes, and asked, "But that's a good question, why did you invite her?" Now, all three women were looking at me waiting for an answer. None of them seemed to understand the irony of the situation and absurdity of the question as they stared blankly back at me; each of them in various stages of undress, and performing acts of sexual depravity that most men have only experienced in their wildest imaginations. I thought the answer was obvious, 'Because you three are going down on each other and when I'm not fucking each of you blue I'm going to watch. Duh!' I directed my answer to Jackie, but did so while looking at Karen, "Certain things have happened to me that have made me more appreciative of family. Sometimes the people we love most, or who are closest to us, fall into neglect. It's not done purposefully or with malice. It's just the result of taking them for granted. I think Karen and I have been taking those closest to us for granted, and I didn't want it to continue." I was being tactfully ambiguous. Let each of them construe whatever they wanted out of what I said. Karen sat with downcast eyes. Was I still pointing an accusing finger at her and her adultery, or was I accepting partial blame for being neglectful of her in the past and pushing her inadvertently toward those indiscretions? I couldn't be sure what Gloria was thinking, but she smiled back at me and winked. Were the certain things that happened to me a reference to last week's escapades, or, like Karen, did she believe I was graciously admitting to some culpability? Jackie's reaction was the most obvious and heartwarming, she run up and hugged me tight about the waist. Holding us close, she began to sob. "I always wanted to be thought of as family by you." "Of course you're family, you dope...," I started to say. "See, when you call me a dope now it doesn't sound so mean," she said in between fits of sobbing alternating with laughter, and then she asked again as if seeking some reassurance, "Am I family, Will? Am I?" She didn't wait for an answer. Maybe she really didn't want one for fear that I might have been lying, because she pulled my head down and kissed me forcefully and passionately. The last wall had finally crumbled. When this evening began, I'd have guessed that Gloria or even Karen would have resisted the inevitable transformation into the nymphomaniac the longest. Unexpectedly, it was Jackie who had shown the greater reluctance in shedding polite decorum, and it was only when she found acceptance did she allow herself to fully succumb. Once she felt that sense of belonging with the three of us, she never again hesitated in expressing or actualizing her intimate desires. Upon releasing us from the kiss, Jackie immediately lowered herself to her knees and started fumbling with my belt buckle and zipper. I heard Karen say to Gloria, almost under her breath, "Well, there she goes. Good luck getting Will's attention tonight," and then louder in a more sarcastic tone when she saw that Jackie was having problems, "Need some help over there, Jackie?" She ignored Karen's comment. When she finally got everything unclasped, she deftly slipped my trousers and underwear to the floor. Liberated from its confines, my cock sprang up, clipping her under the chin. Jackie giggled playfully, "Ooh, I think he's happy to see me." Without saying anything further, she pushed me back into the dining room chair and began nuzzling and fondling my cock with her lips and tongue. Jackie never sucked on my cock, but instead she would apply tongue and lips simultaneously, as if French-kissing various areas along my shaft and head. She rarely used her hands, keeping them mostly on my thighs for support. Although on occasion she would slide them close to my testicles and gently stroke my scrotum with her thumbs. Maybe it was her technique alone, or that the elixir was imparting a new level of hypersensitivity to my organ, but the effects of her gently using just her tongue and lips was maddeningly pleasurable. I suspect the effects of Jackie's oral expertise were plastered across my face, as I heard Karen and Gloria start to giggle at my varied facial contortions. "Jesus, what in the hell is she doing to you?" Karen asked with a laugh. I could barely open my eyes to answer, "I don't know, but you should be taking notes so you can do it when she isn't here." Jackie giggled at my compliment, and in between firm kisses and short sucks on and about my cock-head, spoke to no one in particular and in a voice that was almost clinical in tone, which I found even more erotic, "I'm not really doing anything special. It's just that I take my time. I think most women rush through it too quickly. They give a couple of hard tugs, some rough sucking, and expect the guy to be satisfied. It's pretty obvious from the guys I've dated that most of the other girls they've been with don't like sucking on a guy's chubby, but I love playing with a hard cock. I love teasing it, and caressing it, and I just love it when I finally pop their cork and they spray all over my girls. You give a guy a great blow job and you can get him to do just about anything." I saw Gloria and Karen roll their eyes as they listened to Jackie expound on her oral philosophies. I was finding the stifled interplay between Karen and Gloria amusing, particularly as they had to bite their tongues from saying something untoward to Jackie. Then seeing my continual facial contortions, Karen finally said, "Well, you better pop Will's cork before he has a stroke." Jackie smiled up at me, and asked, "How 'bout it Will, you ready to give me a shower?" This was all killing me. It wasn't just Jackie's deft tongue on my cock that was driving me to squirm in agonizing pleasure, but it was the whole situation of watching Karen and Gloria watching Jackie that was really sending me over the edge. The look on their faces told me they wanted to see me come across Jackie's face as much as me, but there was something else I wanted to have happen first. I pulled Jackie up and kissed her before saying in almost a whisper, "I wonder if you can make Karen squirm as easily as you do me?" "Oh, I think I can at least try," she said, as she crawled under the dining room table. Karen looked over at me and clearly mouthed, 'You bastard.' I winked back at her, and said, "I remembered what you told me in the kitchen." "Hey cuz," said Jackie as her head appeared between Karen's legs, "Let me see your hoochie coo, sweetheart." Karen slid herself forward on the chair in order to give Jackie easier access to her vulva. Gloria still sat on the table, amused by how events were transpiring, but slightly befuddled at all the sly subplots that were transpiring, and voiced her frustration, "Okay, what's with the kitchen thing again; what did you say in the kitchen?" Dropping her voice lower in an obvious attempt at imitating Jackie, Karen said, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth, sweetheart. Now show mama your hoochie coo." A wonderful feeling of contentment washed over me as watched Karen's elixir-induced fantasy actualize before my eyes. The three women were now in their own erotic world, simultaneously servicing each other with complete abandon while moaning softly to the oral delights each was imparting on the other. However, it became obvious that Jackie was doing as good a job on Karen as she had been doing to me, because Karen was finding it difficult to effectively perform her oral delicacies on Gloria, and this was exasperating Gloria to no end. Gloria gave a frustrated laugh as she periodically pulled Karen's head tightly against her vulva, most likely as a tactile reminder for Karen to pick up the slack. Karen would make a vain attempt and renew her efforts in pleasuring Gloria. Eventually, however, she just laid her head into Gloria's lap and allowed herself to be totally succumbed by Jackie's magic, while Gloria seemed content for the moment to act as Karen's lady in waiting by gently fondling her newfound mistress's beasts or stroking her hair while whispering words into her ear. It was not long before Karen's soft moaning elevated into a continual din of delight. Only once did Karen look over at me. Near the end; she smiled directly at me. It was a mischievous smile, something a child would display upon learning a clever trick to play on a rival sibling. Then she pursed her lips as if to blow me a kiss, and said dreamily, "I hope you're taking notes." Turnabout is fair play, I guess. I just smiled a response, but I don't think Karen noticed because at that moment she closed her eyes and clamped tightly onto Jackie's head and shifted her pelvis further forward. She held Jackie that way for a few moments, and then uttered a single, abrupt cry before shuddering violently. Karen rested back on the chair and looking up at Gloria, said breathlessly, "I'm sorry baby. I'll make it up..." Gloria didn't let her finish, and said as she tried to squeeze into the chair with Karen, "Okay Karen move. It's my turn." I started to laugh as Karen struggled vainly to get out of way, but Gloria had inadvertently wedged them both into the chair. "Jesus; you dork, would you just fucking wait 'til I get up?" Karen said laughingly, as she tried to twist herself out of the chair and push past Gloria. "I'm sorry," said Gloria still frustrated, "But twice you got me right on the edge, only to stop. You don't know what it's like to have that happen." "Yes I do, you bitch. Will's been doing it to me all night." "Okay, then you know. So move." I heard Jackie from under the table, "Hey wait a minute. How did I get to be everyone's suck bunny?" Gloria, fearing that she might have to go without a third time, started to make pleas to Jackie. I stopped listening, however, as Karen came over and sat down in my lap, facing me. "You look so lonely over here," she said purring into my ear. She scooted further forward and while pressing her clitoris firmly against the shaft of my cock, sliding it ever so slightly up and down. It was a wonderful bit of foreplay she sometimes performed before we fucked. "I'm doing fine my love. I was having fun watching the floor show." She teasingly bit my earlobe, and said, "I bet you were. Why do I get the impression that you set all this up?" It was meant as a rhetorical joke, but twenty years of marriage also told me that there was a real element of curiosity behind her question. The events of the past week, the escapades first with Gloria and now with Jackie, were so sudden and unexpected, and so far beyond anything we as a married couple had ever talked about or contemplated, and defied any normal explanation. More times than not, a lack of explanation for an abnormality created doubt, apprehension, and eventually inquisitiveness. At the time that Beetlesmith first made his pitch, he made the claim that the participants, once the elixir wore off, would just slough off its effects as a randy evening and nothing more. This never quite had the ring of truth. Certainly a one time event could be construed that way, but could repeated abnormal behavior with a mixture of old and new participants be as easily dismissed? Could it really be accepted as having occurred naturally, and not artificially induced? Even though the heart may eventually accept the peculiar as normal, the mind always looks at the extraordinary with suspicion, always questions the peculiar, and demands an explanation. So I could tell that although the events that were happening to the four of us felt normal to Karen, her rational mind was not quite accepting of that feeling, and doubt of my innocence was creeping into her mind. I kissed her breasts, and said as absentmindedly as I could, "Didn't you know that my real name isn't Henry, but Svengali? I've always had this mystical power over the minds of women..." "That's not what I meant," she said as she bit my lower lip, and then she dropped her voice to a whisper, "Really, why did you invite Jackie?" She was not buying my earlier explanations and so was continually fishing around for a reasonable answer. I hoped that that was as far as her apprehension about the past week's events were going, and answered her again earnestly, "Mainly for the reason I said. I really believe we've been neglectful of her even though she is a ditz. But I also had more selfish reasons. Given that this is Gloria's last night with us I really wanted to...well, you know...Recreate the ménage a trios thing; but I thought Gloria would need a little more added inducement, so I thought that raunchy Jackie would be a good vehicle to get her juices flowing. I figured she'd stir things up, leave, and then hopefully, at least as far as I was thinking, we three would...you know, party." Karen laughed, "That's the stupidest thing I think I've ever heard you say, and that's why I love you. You really thought Jackie would be that kind of influence on Gloria?" Then again, sometimes a questioning mind will accept a fabulous lie rather than a fabulous truth. Karen seemed to have accepted my explanation, even though it sounded positively moronic. Karen was still rubbing her clitoris against my shaft. I grabbed her ass pulling her closer to me. She let out a low moan of delight, and said teasingly, "You want to see if I was taking good notes? I really want to taste your cock." "I've got a better idea, besides I think it's time we moved into more comfortable surroundings," I said, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. It was something I used to do to her when we were first married. Karen squealed with playful glee. As far as I could tell Gloria and Jackie did not even notice us leave, engrossed as they were with each other. I carried Karen to our bedroom, and threw her onto the bed. Again, she squealed with delight. It was a type of laugh I rarely heard from her lately, and hearing it suddenly made me feel young again. Karen looked up at me seductively. Propped up on one elbow, she nonchalantly played with herself, saying, "You haven't done that to me in a long time. I approve." "I think there are a lot of things we should introduce back into our marriage, old and new," I said as I entered her. "New things like tonight?" she asked slyly. I only smiled. Let her think that what was going on between us, Jackie, Gloria and subsequent others, may become a normal routine. Right away, I felt something different upon entering my wife. She was noticeably tighter than I remembered her being. It could just be my imagination. The mind tends to play tricks in unusual situations, plus who knows what other changes in our psychological perceptions are invoked by the elixir? However, besides the snug feel of Karen's pussy, I also felt a distinct difference in the stimulation of my cock. The feeling was something I could not put into words. It was just as pleasurable as it was without the elixir, but it felt different. Karen moaned softly. I always liked looking at her face when we made love, watching the telltale signs of increasing sexual arousal reveal themselves in her looks and manner. "It feels so good. Harder," she intoned breathlessly. She grabbed the backs of her knees and brought them up tight against her chest. Her face and neck were flushed a beet red. It was about this time that Gloria jumped on the bed alongside Karen, and said with a giggle, "I'm next." "Where's Jackie?" Karen asked as Gloria began sucking on Karen's tits. "I think she had to go pee," Gloria mumbled around a mouthful of Karen's boob. Seemingly uninterested in Gloria's answer, Karen was on to more pressing and immediate concerns, "Bite my nipples...A little bit harder...Oh that's nice...," she began to giggle, and between quick breaths, said, "Oh, it all feels too good." I increased the force of my thrusting to compliment Gloria's nibbling. Karen's tongue was sticking out the corner of her mouth, it was a subconscious, little girl habit of hers that usually manifested itself when she was nearing climax. "Baby Glo," Karen said softly, "I'm so close. Touch my clit." "Say please first and then kiss me," Gloria said, half teasing. Karen barely squeaked out a please before Gloria clamped down on her lips, and at the same time reached down and deftly pushed on Karen's button. Karen arched her back ever so slightly and trembled, and then trying to plead past Gloria's lips, said, "Oh, don't stop." Gloria was not going to stop, but slowly, almost teasingly massaged Karen's clitoris as she forced her tongue even further into Karen's mouth. Again Karen arched her back and trembled, and again, and again. I lost count how many times the pattern repeated, but eventually she released her knees and allowed her legs to go limp along the bed. Karen, still beet red and with a thin sheen of sweat covering her face and upper torso, covered her face with her hands in a mocked show of embarrassment, "My god that was almost as good as the last time." "You mean the time when you passed out?" asked Gloria with a sarcastic smile. Still emulating embarrassment, Karen attempted to defend herself, "Shut up. I didn't pass out. I was just tired." Gloria started to sing to the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon, "Will and his magic stiffy, makes Karen scream, and when he sticks it into me, my pussy's gonna cream." "Shut up. I didn't scream," Karen said, laughingly. "Only because I was covering your mouth," said Gloria as she kissed Karen hard again. I was still pumping away into Karen, and felt my own impeding climax begin to build, "If anyone's going to start yelling it's going to be me." It was then that Karen decided to really get slutty. Propping herself back up on her elbows, she began to verbally taunt me in the most delightful manner, "Come on baby, I want you to come all over me. Come on and pull that thick stick out and shoot it all over my boobs," She giggled again, and teasing Gloria about the other day's incident, said, "Now remember Gloria, Will's going to come, so stuff's going to...you know...come out." "Shut up. I knew stuff comes out, I just didn't know how quickly or how much." "Let's do it to him porno-style," Karen said as she wrapped an arm around Gloria's neck so that they lay together cheek to cheek, and then she continued her taunting, "Come on baby, shoot it into my mouth. I want to taste your sweet cum so bad." Gloria also got into the act, although she wasn't quite as raunchy as Karen, "Yeah Will, give it to me like you gave it to me before." Both of them continued their verbal tease, all the time laughing at their own audaciousness. The whole scene acted out by my two nymphs spurred me on, and I really started to pound by cock into Karen with greater force and frequency. "That's right baby, harder. Fuck me harder. Yes, I want your cum." I pulled out of Karen and just sat back on my heels, gently rubbing the underside of shaft along Karen's pussy, and as the erotic sensation of inevitability climbed to its fullest extent, my base animal vulgarity sank to an unaccustomed depth, "You sluts want my cum? Then open wide." No answer, just smiling blank stares back at me. "Say it again; how much you want my cum." As a final taunt, Gloria started to say, "Give me your hot, sticky..." The first shot missed its mark and flew like a frozen, white rope over their heads, hitting the headboard behind them with a 'splat.' Two more jets, of near equal volume and force as the first, followed in rapid succession. My aim was better this time, hitting Karen across the nose and Gloria in the chin. Laughing, the women quickly brought up their hands in a defensive reflex as I continued to stroke one jet of semen after the other, which mostly landed as heavy strings along their upper torso and neck. Gloria was the first to break the silence, "Jesus Karen, thanks for the warning." "Sorry baby," answered Karen with a laugh, and then she said to me in a slight tone of astonishment, "What in the hell's gotten into you? You're like fucking Robo-cock, or something." I was still sexually aroused. There was no painful, post-coital sensitivity to my cock, nor any perceptible release in sexual tension in either my muscles or my mind. I was as sexually charged after ejaculating as I had been before, maybe more so. The true wonder of the elixir finally became clear to me; for this is how it would be for the rest of the evening. I wouldn't always climax even though I felt I should, and when I did orgasm, often I didn't ejaculate even though it felt that I had. Yet, through it all, I remained hard, and my sexual arousal never waned. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Karen was still propped up on her elbows trying to wipe my semen off her face and chest. I took hold of her and brought her up into a sitting position so that my cock was inches from her mouth. "Suck it," I demanded. At that time, it didn't matter to me who else might have been in the room, man or woman, wife or friend, rival or enemy; my demand would have been the same, and would have been acted on just as Karen was about to. I daresay I would have willingly complied with any demand made of me, from either a woman or man. Karen clamped both hands onto my ass, and drew my cock about half way into her mouth. The whole time I could feel her tongue swirling around, teasing the head and shaft. She looked up at me as if asking for approval. "You can do better than halfway," I said. She pulled me farther in, this time getting about two-thirds of my cock inside before she gagged a little and had to stop. Again, she looked up at me for approval. "Maybe we should see what Gloria can do," I said in mock disappointment. Gloria passively waited with her mouth open. Karen, not content to sit idly by and watch, continued to lick my shaft as Gloria drew me in about halfway before she stopped for fear of gagging. Karen, ever the helpful mistress, put a hand on Gloria's head and gently pushed her into me. Again, Gloria started to gag, but Karen just held her head in place until Gloria got used to the feeling, and then she continued to nudge her forward. When it looked as if Gloria could not accept any more of my cock, Karen released her head and allowed her to continue sucking me on her own. "That's right, baby," Karen intoned over and over as if it were some chant, "Suck that cock. Tastes so good doesn't? Yeah, suck that fat cock." Karen took my cock away from Gloria, and again pulled me into her mouth. This time I could see and feel her nose just touching my stomach as she drew me in as far as she could. Gloria shifted her attention to my testicles, and was gently sucking and licking each of my balls in turn. It went on like this for a few moments before they would switch off, and reverse roles. Gloria never quite pulled me fully inside her, but it was not for want in trying. Eventually, when it came for them to switch places, Gloria politely refused to give my cock back to Karen, and instead sucked even harder. Karen giggled at Gloria's greedy behavior, and said teasingly, "You like sucking on my husband's cock, don't you, you little slut? But I bet you'd like him to fuck your sweet pussy even more." Karen took a hold of the situation and positioned Gloria her on her hands and knees, then gently fingered her all around her exposed vulva and clitoris. She grasped my erection, and guided me into Gloria. Karen remained by Gloria's side, and lovingly stroked the small of her back and tight buttocks as I rapidly pumped away at Gloria's prostrate form. I was soon making the same slapping sounds against Gloria's pussy as I did to Karen's. Gloria, giving herself over to the moment, just laid her head down on the bed, moaning wildly. Reaching under Gloria, Karen fingered her clitoris and swollen labia, "Oh, you're so wet and slick, baby," Karen said softy, as if to herself, and then said in a much louder voice, "Fuck that wet pussy with Robo-cock. I want to hear her yell. Fuck that little slut harder." "Robo-cock, I like that," I said with a laugh, and then added, "If you keep helping me like you're doing, she's definitely going to scream." Karen giggled again, and said, "If you think that's good..." With that, Karen wetted a finger on her other hand, and then pressed and gently swirled the tip around Gloria's anus. "Do you like that baby?" Karen asked Gloria, who answered by moaning louder while chewing on the bed sheets. I had truly underestimated the power of Beetlesmith's elixir on the human psyche. In essence, each of us was feeding off the others' most basic sexual desires, becoming willing participants of those desires, and then escalating our own fantasies in the subsequent sexual interactions. At first, I was the driving catalyst. Now it was Karen's turn to realize her most basic sexual fantasy, while using Gloria and me as actors in her perverted passion play. Would Gloria be next to control the situation and infuse the group into her own version of debauched eroticism? I could only hope. It had become obvious to me that I had dampened our first session of a week ago when I administered the elixir to only Karen and Gloria. By remaining sober, as it were, I had unwittingly removed myself as a necessary component and catalyst for escalation within our group exploits. By now, Karen had fully inserted her middle finger inside Gloria's ass and was trying to work a second finger inside. Gloria had gotten up on her elbows, and was pushing back in rhythm with my forward thrusts, forcing both Karen's fingers and my cock deeper inside her. It was obvious that Gloria was on the verge of climax... ...When Jackie jumped on the bed, putting a momentary halt to the escapades. "Perfect fucking timing, Jackie, just perfect," Karen said, barely concealing her ire. Realizing that her sudden entrance had spoiled the mood, and seeing Karen on the verge of anger, Jackie said sheepishly, "Sorry. Don't stop on my account. Mind if I play too?" Seeing Jackie's embarrassment, Karen softened her mood, "That must have been a hell of a piss. What took you so long?" Jackie giggled, "Where'd you get the idea I had to pee? I wanted to shave." Karen starred at her incredulously, "Shave; what do you mean shave?" "Gloria has such a cute little hairless hoochie, I thought it would feel good if..." "Oh let me see," blurted Gloria excitedly. Jackie sat down in front of her, spreading her legs to reveal a perfectly hairless, pink vulva. Only a small patch of pubic hair remained in the area immediately above her pussy. Gloria cooed approvingly just before she started to tongue the offered pussy. Jackie laid back in delight. "Well, there they go," Karen said, sounding a bit like a fifth wheel. Then resigning herself to the situation, she shrugged her shoulders, squeezed in beneath Gloria, while adding, "I guess when in Rome." Just like that, the three women fell into the same rhythm they had achieved in the dining room, although this time Gloria had double duty. She put forth a valiant attempt at dividing equal time between the two women, but given the situation, and Jackie's dominant position, Jackie won the bulk of Gloria's attention. I looked down at my wife as she attended to Gloria, "So how does Rome taste?" She smiled up at me, and I just about shot my load when she parted Gloria's labia with her hands, saying, "She's all wet and primed for you." With the elixir, there were always little surprises like that around every corner. I almost lost it again when she took a hold of my cock and ever so deftly guided me into her friend's well-lubricated hole. As soon as I started pumping away, Karen reached up around Gloria's hip and reinserted a couple of fingers into her anus. The effect on Gloria was almost instantaneous. She was quickly back to peak arousal and moaning incessantly; although muffled as they were because Jackie was forcing her mouth against her 'hoochie.' Occasionally, Jackie would bark a command at Gloria, mostly to tell her to keep sucking on her clit at those times Gloria's attention started to wane. I could clearly hear Karen over the din of Gloria's moaning as she sucked loudly on Gloria's clitoris, and sometimes I could feel her tongue against my scrotum as she licked at my passing balls. The feeling was incredible, and sometimes I would stop my thrusting and allow Karen to fully suck and tongue them. I was back in gutter mode, telling Karen to do any number of things to me or Gloria. "Suck on my balls while I fuck your friend's tight pussy...Now tongue her wet hole. That's right, clamp your whole mouth over her pussy and tongue-fuck her. I know it's what you dream about. Now suck on my thick cock. Suck it all the way down to my nuts," I would say, as I alternated between fucking Karen's mouth and Gloria's pussy. Jackie, hearing my brash treatment of my wife, was spurred on to her own level of sexual depravity. She had positioned her ass up and off the bed, with her pelvis thrust far forward, and while holding Gloria's head steady, ground her pussy up and down and side to side against Gloria's mouth, while repeating, "Suck on my clity." Even if Gloria wanted to, she could not move; held fast in front by Jackie, and at the rear by Karen who had locked her arms around her hips. All she could do was remain motionless, and allow each of us to have our way with her, and given her loud and persistent moaning I doubt she cared. Jackie was the first to climax. She gave an abrupt but very loud groan, and then saw her slip backwards off her legs as if they were carrying dead weight. She then lay motionless on her back, panting heavily. Jackie's orgasm seemed to act as a sexual cascade that rippled through the rest of the group. Gloria was the next to climax. Her mouth free of Jackie's pussy, she laid her head down on Karen's belly and let go with a full force of moans mixed with long strings of incomprehensible, sexual gibberish. Karen, sensing what was about to happen, vigorously massaged Gloria's clit with her fingers. "Come on baby, I want you to come. Come for me baby," Karen chanted. It was as if Gloria was waiting for permission, for as soon as Karen pleaded for her to come, I felt her warm fluid surge around my cock in almost rhythmic pulses. Long after Gloria's climax had subsided, Karen continued to gently play with her clit, and cooing, "I know that felt good. Not to be totally outdone, I held my cock inches from Karen's mouth and slowly stroked myself. Karen, seeing my intentions, exclaimed in an amused tone, "Not you too." "You said you wanted it porn-style, remember?" She tried to open her mouth, but her reactions were too slow as my initial blast caught her just as her lips were parting. She then grasped my cock, sucking hard on the head as she continued to jerk the rest of my load out of me. All four of us were quiet, and only the sound of our deep breathing was heard. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Karen felt the sticky concoction that covered her face, and broke the silence when she exclaimed, "God; I'm drenched." "She's a squirter. I found that out in the dining room," said Jackie. "Tell me about it," answered Karen, "And it doesn't help when my husband blows his load onto me as well." Gloria wiggled her ass in front of Karen's face, and said with a laugh, "You're just a popular girl tonight." Karen slapped her ass playfully, "Not just popular," then wrapping her arms around Gloria's hips, Karen continued tonguing her swollen vulva. Jackie watched as Gloria slowly closed her eyes in obvious pleasure, and began to spasm all over again. "I think she's coming again," Jackie marveled. I laid down next to Jackie. We watched as Karen and Gloria continued to roll about the bed, locked in each other's arms, each orally servicing the other, and totally oblivious to everything around them. I idly stroked Jackie's vulva, and said, "Remind me sometime to tell you about Gloria." "That she's a bit of a slut?" Jackie asked with an amused smile. "No, just the opposite. I think much of what you're seeing tonight is her trying to make up for lost time. Jackie fell silent for a moment as if contemplating what I had said, "She told me about what happened." "Who?" I asked as I kissed her neck. "Gloria; about what happened with Karen." I stopped kissing. I don't know why I stopped except I thought it odd that she would bring it up now. I also found it odd that Gloria would tell her, but the elixir does funny things to a person's reserve. I asked, "You didn't know about it?" Jackie scoffed at my question, "Me? Karen never tells me anything; you know that. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." "Why are you sorry?" I asked surprised by her statement. "Just that I always thought Karen was the grounded one, but I guess fucking around runs in our family. You know about Karen's mother, and both my parents. Surprisingly, neither of them did it with Karen's mother, which is hard to believe. And the less you know about my brother's shitty marriages the better. I just thought you two could avoid all that crap," she paused for a moment before finishing her thought, "And now that I think about it, I guess that's why I've had a hard time getting close to you, because deep down inside I thought you and Karen were better than me." "And now that the bloom has come off our rose we seem more human?" Jackie didn't answer, but instead turned back to watch Gloria and Karen. By now the two women had unwrapped themselves from the sixty-nine position. Karen was sitting on Gloria's face and shifting her hips back and forth, an expression of ecstasy plastered across her features. "They're quite an item together," Jackie commented, "Some husbands wouldn't be comfortable with it. I know my first husband wasn't." What was she hinting at now? I slipped two fingers into her pussy and gently massaged one of her large breasts. She let out a long sigh of approval. I finally said to her dismissively, "It's just sex, Jackie. I wouldn't read anything more into it." "You're probably right, but over dinner I couldn't help noticing the looks Karen would give me if I talked too long or got too close to Gloria, and I saw the looks Karen was giving to Gloria. I didn't think much about it at the time, thinking it was just typical Karen and her animosity toward me, but seeing them together now..." Jackie didn't finish her statement, letting her words trail off into the air. Jesus, she was manipulative; and I was getting irked that she would try to bring this up now, mostly because I wasn't sure about her motives. Was it out of genuine concern, or was she trying to drive a wedge between Karen and I as some form of revenge against her childhood nemesis? I assumed the former, because in a way she was partly correct about Karen and Gloria's relationship. Karen had always been overly protective of Gloria, and this could be construed as jealousy to an outsider like Jackie. Also, throughout the evening so far, Karen maintained a fairly aloof posture toward Jackie. Always willing to perform various sex acts with Gloria and me, but showing no inclination to reciprocate Jackie's advancements. This reluctance could also be seen as jealousy. Gloria and Karen had moved back into a sixty-nine position with Karen still on top. Gloria was working a few fingers in and out of her, as Karen's legs visibly shuddered at the attention that was given. "You think I should be worried?" I asked. Jackie shrugged her shoulders, "You know Karen better than me." I laughed, "Well that's a chicken-shit of a non-answer." "Look, what do I know? I'm a ditz; remember? You said so yourself." "Evasion," I said. Jackie babbled on about nothing in an attempt to avoid the answer, so I let it go. She wasn't going to tell me, and besides, I had already guessed what she was trying to imply, just not the reason, and that she would never admit no matter how much I grilled her. I continued my slow fondling of her vulva; rhythmically inserting and manipulating three fingers into her pussy while stroking her clitoris with my thumb. She let out a low moan and puffed her chest out so that I could suck on her nipples. "Bite them," she requested, "Not so hard...Yes, that's it. Ooh, that's nice" She let out a soft whimper, and I felt a brief shudder move through her body. "That was quick," I said teasing, "Hardly worth my effort." "Oh but it was," she said as she pushed me onto my back and mounted me. Having just climaxed, she felt extremely warm and slick against my erection, but I thought surprisingly tight for someone with her bed experience. She sat up, her arms fully extended, hands pushing hard against my chest for support. She purposely placed her hands closely together, causing her arms to squeeze her massive breasts together, pushing them up and further forward than they would normally. Accompanying this visual spectacle, she just let her hips do a slow grind so that her clitoris was always in full contact with my body, while still forcing my cock firmly against her. I played with her tits, making sure to gently pinch her erect nipples. When I touched her clitoris, I felt her shudder again, and then again. Wonderful stuff, that elixir. I started to laugh, "Jesus, Jackie, what the fuck." A smile of embarrassment crossed her lips, "I'm sorry. I'm usually quick on the draw, but never like this." It was then that Gloria lay down along side of me, and blurted, " That's why Karen started calling him Robo-cock." "Robo-cock," Jackie repeated in an amused tone, "I like that, but wasn't that the title of a porn movie?" Gloria got an indignant look, "What are you asking me for? Sounds like something you should know." With that, Gloria reached up and gave Jackie's breasts a squeeze, saying "Are these things registered?" I laughed, but Jackie looked insulted by her comment, but after seeing the humor in Gloria's risqué and impromptu brashness, laughed as well, "Well they're real if that's what you mean. Where's your mistress?" Mistress? There was another dig at Karen and Gloria for my benefit. Gloria either didn't notice the slight or ignored it, and answered, "She had to go pee, and I think she said that we needed some lubricant." I suddenly remembered the novelty items I bought, and said to Gloria, "Tell Karen there's a paper bag in my closet. I have a surprise for you guys." Gloria got a quizzical look, and said before going, "Okay, but I'm next." Jackie watched her leave, then commented, "She's cute, a little dingy, but cute. I can see why Karen likes her." There was another side-ways dig, but I let it pass, and said, "Dingy? You're calling Gloria 'dingy?' Well Jackie pot, may I introduce you to Gloria kettle?" Jackie smirked sarcastically, "Very funny." I teasingly shifted my cock around inside of her, and said, "Now, have you calmed down enough so that I can at least get myself off this time?" She leaned forward on my chest, kissed me, and said with a mocking pout, "What's the matter, Robo-cock not getting enough attention? Is Cousin Jackie having all the fun?" Suddenly we heard laughter from the bathroom. Karen appeared at the door holding the double dong and the strap-on dildo I purchased, "When did you buy these?" "Right after last week's escapades, I figured you and Gloria would put them to good use. Besides, I wanted to give the vegetables a break; we were running low on cucumbers." Gloria, standing behind Karen, held up a new bottle of lubricant, "Look, Karen bought some K-Y." I started to laugh, and teased Karen, "And when did you buy the K-Y?" Embarrassed by her exposed hypocrisy, Karen turned around and walked back into the bathroom. I yelled after her, "Don't forget to bring your old vibrator as well." Gloria lay beside us again clutching the double dong, and asked whimsically, "Does this thing talk, and why do we need three?" "Well technically four if you count the other end," I said with a smirk, "But sure, three for three ladies. Why not?" "And just what are you going to do then, seeing how there's one for each of us?" Jackie asked in an amused tone. "Anything I want."

Title: ferdinad adult version by dbj_rab Tags: Bisexual, Fantasy, M/M/F, Multi species The year is 2205. The world has changes much in the last few centuries. The magical world of fairy and animals have come back, coexisting with the world of man once again, though there are those who still cling to the old ways of the world of man. Man has learned to utilize both magic and their science creating dangerous machines and weapons. The sun was setting down as they watched their city being burned down. Mothers with babies and fathers with their older cubs were crying as they fled from the warmongers who pursued them. "Why did this happen to us? What did we ever do to them," many of them thought to themselves. The truth of the matter is that the warmongers didn't care who they crushed in their war against who they consider their enemies. They conquered who they want and when they want with very little resistance. But that will soon all change as the prophecy comes to unfold. "We will have peace again, but there will come a cost," said the fox seer Ferdinad. "We must rally ourselves deep into the forest where they can't reach us. We must gain allies of the other animal and fairy kingdoms," he said. Everyone believed him, and respected him since he was a seer, but he was beginning to have doubts. His powers have not been reliable, as they have been in the past. "I must be getting old, why else are my powers not working?" Ferdinad thought to himself as he traveled along with the other refugees. Ferdinad is in truth not old on the outside. He looks to be of 20 to 25 years of age, though in truth he has lived for over several hundred years utilizing his magic to slow down his aging process, a trick that he learned from elves. "Well, I'll have to go to the elves and see if they can answer my question." As the refugees approached the forest, they couldn't believe their eyes. The forest was filled with fairies of every kind, flying around all over, giving comfort to the children. Everyone kept walking deep into the forest until they reached an elven city. "Welcome to our home. Please make yourselves at ease. No harm will come to you will you're under our protection," a tall and lanky elf said. His name was Kititino and was king of this region. Everyone bowed and curtsied and said their thanks. "Ah, Ferdinad. I see you're still alive and well," Kititino said. "Yes your majesty. I am well and am glad to see that you are as well. I have a favor to ask. I need to speak with you privately," Ferdinad replied. "Very well. We can talk after everyone has been settled and after we have eaten dinner," Kititino said. Everyone was soon settled into empty rooms that the elves always seem to have whenever there's an emergency. The people and animals marveled at how tall and graceful the elves were. They still radiated an air of regalness and command authority. They are still the most knowledge able of how magic works; after all they lived through magical wars for several thousands of years, even while they were in an alternative reality hidden from man's world. Everything wasn't peaceful in their world either. There were those who were evil at heart as well. That's how their world comes together again, through the work of a rogue elf and his followers, but that's a story for another time. Ferdinad went around searching for some of his friends that he has not seen in a while. "Ho, Barb. How are you doing, you rascal you?" he asked as he approached a lioness. "I'm doing fine, thank you. As you can see I've finally found a mate and decided to settle down from the life of thievery," she said as she pointed to one of her cubs running around with the elves. "Ho ho. So who's the lucky fellow who stole your heart?" "There he is now," she pointed to a huge male lion coming out of a tent. He was incredible muscled and looked every inch a warrior of death armed to the teeth. Ferdinad gulped as he saw him approach and felt a small twinge in his bulge as he noticed the lion's bulge as well. "How do you do?" he asked. "I'm Ferdinad, a friend of Barb." "Nice to meet you Ferdy. I'm Harold." The lion said. "How long have you and Barb been married?" "We'll be having our tenth anniversary in a few days," Harold said. "Wow. That's great. I'll have to try to get you guys a gift." "I think we can think of something," Harold said as we winked at the fox seer while Barb was looking after her kids. "Does that wink means what I think it does?" Ferdinad thought to himself. "Well, I better let you guys go and see ya later at the dinner reception okay?" Ferdinad asked as he left. "You can count on it. We have some things to catch up on," Barb replied as she gave him a quick kiss. He walked around seeing if he could get his powers to work to see the outcome of the war. Nothing happened as he tried to control his thoughts and clear his mind. "Damn, this is getting old. What in the world am I going to do? I can't go back to what I was before I got these powers," he thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a paw on his shoulder. "Thinking about the war?" a soft and kind voice asked. Ferdinad turned to see his old mentor, a Rabbit. "George," he exclaimed. "How in the world are you? It's been so long since I've last saw you." "I've been well, yet I'm having difficulties with my powers lately. How about you? Are they giving you problems as well?" George asked. "Yes they are. I'm going to be talking to Kititno after dinner. Want to come with me?" "Yes, that would be good." "In the meantime, want to find someplace to relive some old memories?" Ferdinad asked. "I was thinking of the same thing. How's about we go to my place? It's a little bit set aside from everyone else and has a bit more privacy," George said. "Great. Let's go." They soon went to George's huge tent. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll get something to drink," George said. "Great," Ferdinad said as he watched the rabbit's ass bend over to pour the tea in cups. "Here you go. Hope you like it." "Hmm, tastes great." "Good. It's supposed to enhance your sex drive." "Really? Let's find out if it works," Ferdinad soon reached over and placed his paw on George's bulge, while George did the same thing. "Oh wow. You really do miss me, huh?" Ferdinad asked as he rubbed against George's bulge. "Hmm. Looks like you do as well," George replied. Both stood and started to remove their clothes. They stood naked, admiring each other bodies and rising dicks. "Wow, you've surely gotten bigger since I last saw you," Ferdinad said. "You're not my only appreintance. I've teached a lot of others," George said. Both soon couldn't contain each other and started to rub against each other while falling towards the ground. They soon got into the sixty-nine position. George was sucking and rubbing hard against Ferdinad's fox dick, while Ferdinad was doing the same thing to George's rabbit cock. Both gasped as they felt each other place their dicks completely in their mouths and started to suck and lick them. "Oh gods. I forgot how good you are at this," Ferdinad moaned. "MMM so tasty. I can't wait to feel you," George responded. George continued to bob his head up and down while trying not to squirm under Ferdinad's influence. As the minutes went by, both knew that they couldn't last much longer, and both of their dicks were twitching and they thrusted their hips and plunged themselves deep into each other's throats as they grunted and cummed. Both men groaned as they emptied each other down their throats. "Ohh. That was unbelievable. Now that the foreplay's over, what do you say to getting down to the dirty fucking?" George asked. "I thought you've never ask," Ferdinad replied. He then pounced on the rabbit, and started to rub him to hardness again. The rabbit moaned as he felt his dick respond to the touching of the fox. George then went on all fours and lifted his tail up, to expose his tight rose bud. Ferdinad then licked it and started to finger fuck him. "Oho you're tight," he exclaimed. "Ahh, that feels good. Don't stop," George groaned back. The fox then placed two fingers and pushed them in and out. As soon as he determined that the rabbit was ready, he lifted his hard on and started to rub it against the tail hole. George twitched and sweated as he felt the fox's dick press against his ass. "Yes....Do it to me, fuck me hard," he shouted. Ferdinad responded by pushing himself into the rabbit's ass. He gasped as he felt George's ass tighten around his prick. He soon pushed himself in all the way, his balls resting against George's. "MMM, feels so good. I've forgotten what it's like," Ferdinad grunted. He soon started to push in and out continuously. As he was doing so, he reached down and started to jerk his mentor off along with his thrusts. Both panted and sweated as they soon reached climax. Ferdinad soon felt his dick twinge against the rabbit's tightening ass. He quickly plunged in deep and screamed as he climaxed deep inside his mentor's ass. George soon groaned and spurted his seed as he felt the fox's spurt inside his ass. "Ohh, gods. I can't believe you made me cum two times," Ferdinad exclaimed. "Yeah, well the fun's not over yet. It's my turn to fuck you now," George replied. "Ohh. I don't know how much more of this I can take," Ferdinad moaned as he laid back to let the rabbit lick his tail hole. George hummed to himself as he began to finger fuck the fox. The fox twitched and shivered under the onslaught of the rabbit's playing. He then lay shocked as he felt George rubbing himself against the tight hole and started to push in past the anal ring. The rabbit grunted as he pushed himself in and out of the fox's tight hole. He wasn't going to last very long since the previous fucks. He just quickly pumped in and out, and pretty soon gave one last thrust deep inside the fox's ass as he cummed and cummed for the last time. Ferdinad gasped and groaned as he felt the rabbit's cock spurt inside him. He then cummed for the third and last time as well. Both panted and hugged each other, while the rabbit was still inside him, enjoying the afterglow. The soon fell asleep. Afterwards, they woke up quickly and realized that it was almost time for the dinner party. "Well, I better go and get ready. See you there," Ferdinad said as he left. "Right. See you there. We'll have to do this again some time," George said. Ferdinad went off to take a quick shower and to rest before the dinner. Soon it was nightfall, and everyone was gathered around the huge oak table laden with all kinds of food. The kings sat up front near the head of the table where Hititino sat. Everyone was dressed in their finest. "Let's have ourselves a good eat everyone, and not worry about the current events that are going around," Hititino toasted. "Hear hear," everyone said. Soon people were tearing into the lucious food that was all over, and they made small talk as they eat, wondering what was going to happen to them and who was going to try to stop the war mongers. "So, have you felt anything different since the last few months?" Ferdinad asked Hititino. "We have felt a draining of our magical powers from the nodes that we used to be able to feel and track. It seems that the war mongers have developed a way to pump natural magic to use for their own use," Hititno said. "How is this possible? I thought that magic nodes were only able to be drawn from magicians as they drew from their inner selves," a king asked. "Apparently they have developed some kind of machine. We need to send a reconnoiter team to investigate what's going on in the cities that they have taken over. Then we should plan accordingly when they come back. Is this plausible to everyone?" Hititino asked. Everyone murmured their consent. "This is a good plan, but who's going to lead and who will be the other members?" someone asked. "I thought that Ferdinad would make a good leader, and he could chose who he thinks is capable of going along," Hititino replied. Everyone turned to look at Ferdinad who was blushing beet red. "Who me?" he squeaked. "I don't know very much about leading, much less going into enemy territory." "Nonsense, you have contacts that others don't when it comes to going into battle," Hititino said. "Hmm, so he knows about that does he?" Ferdinad thought to himself. "I wonder how he found out." "Sigh, all right. I'll do it," Ferdinad said aloud. "Great, then it's agreed. We'll stay here and await to what ever information you are able to gather." They soon left and Ferdinad went off in search of Harold and Barb. As soon as he spotted them, they approached him as well. "We thought of what you could give us for our anniversary," Barb said. "Oh, what is it?" "You can let us get together and have a threesome." "MMMM that would be good. When do you want to do it?" "How about later, before we leave to gather the info?" Harold asked. "All right, I'll find you guys later tonight then. How did you know I was going to ask you to come along?" Ferdinad asked. "Heh, you know how quite we can be when we travel, plus we have a lot of other keen senses you need to scout out the enemy before they spot us," Barb said. "All right. That's good. You're sure the kids will be okay?" "Yeah, they'll be fine. They know our duty and theirs." Ferdinad soon left them and went in search of George. "Hey, George. Care to come with me to find out why our powers aren't working as well?" "You bet. I'm packing up my stuff now." "All right see ya in the morning then." He went off in search of a few others who seemed capable of going with him. He soon had seven people chosen and went off to inform Hititino who would be coming with him to gather info. "Very good. You've selected a lot of good people with various skills to combat different situations that may arise. We'll see you off in the morning, and be sure to take all the food and supplies you'll need," Hititino said. "Very good your highness. By the way, how did you know my secret?" Ferdinad asked. "Ohh, I have my sources. Besides on of your past lives worked with me in a war, and I remembered your moves," Hititino said. "Ahh, I didn't realize that. Hmmm. Thanks for the info. I'll see ya in the morning then." Ferdinad soon left to find Barb and Harold's tent. As he entered, they welcomed him in. "Did you find everyone else you wanted?" Harold asked. "Yes. There'll be four others joining us." "Ah, great. So, shall we get it on before it's too late?" Barb asked, as she started to remove her clothes. Harold was doing the same thing, and helping Ferdinad out of his. He gulped as he saw Harold's huge dick. "Ohh gods, that's going to hurt in the morning," he thought to himself. He glanced over at Barb and she looked exactly the same as she was when they were together. "Wow, Barb. You haven't changed at all since we last fucked." He exclaimed. "Why thank you. You look about the same too," she commented as she glanced down at his eight inch cock, popping out of it's sheath. "Shall we get started?" Barb laid down on her back while Ferdinad approached her and started to fondle her, while Harold fondled the fox's ass and balls. Everyone was soon moaning and shivering with anticipation of the sex to come. Ferdinad soon licked all over Barb's huge breasts and fingered her pussy, while Harold tongued his tail hole. Ferdinad and Harold then switched places, Harold licking Barb's clit while Ferdinad licked and finger the lion's ass. "HMM that feels so good," Harold moaned as he jerked himself off a little while getting ready to enter Barb. Harold soon shoved Barb's thighs apart and started to push his 10-inch cock inside her. She squealed with pleasure as her husband thrusted himself inside her. He grunted as Ferdinad started to slide his fox dick inside Harold's tight ass. He groaned as he felt his nerve ending go on fire when his dick went past the lion's anal ring and the ass muscles tightened around his cock. "Ahh that feels sooo good," Ferdinad gasped as he pumped in and out of the tightest ass he's ever fucked. Barb and Harold were soon grunting and groaning as they continued to fuck each other. Soon everyone was humping in a rhythmic fashion. It wasn't soon when their sweat covered bodies were grinding into each other as the men quickly thrusted faster and harder into each other and soon pushed in deep and spurted their seed at the same time. Harold quickly came into Barb, and as his ass muscles flexed around Ferdinad's cock he came quickly inside Harold's ass as well. "Ohh gods, that was wonderful," Ferdinad groaned as he lay on top of Harold. "Hmm. We'll have to do this again sometime," Barb said. They napped a bit, and then Ferdinad quickly got dressed and went to his room. Soon everyone was asleep as nightfall began. They didn't notice when one of their own crept about silently, looking for Ferdinad's room. He approached it and silently opened the door. The fiend hid in the shadows and watched Ferdinad as he slept. He then crept down silently and moved the covers from Ferdinad sleeping form to reveal his naked body. "Ohh gods, he's huge," the intruder thought as he bent to fondle the fox's member. "Unnh. Need to go to the bathroom," Ferdinad mumbled. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and was instantly alert staring at the intruder in front of him. "Who are you? What do you want?" Ferdinad shouted as he showed his sword from it's scabbard. "Drat. I was hoping to get you, but it'll have to wait until later," the intruder said as he made smoke fill the room and disappeared from Ferdinad's sight. "Guards, Guards," Ferdinad shouted, as the smoke cleared. Soon everyone was awake, and hurried towards Ferdinad's room. "Ferdinad, what's the matter?" Hititino asked as he approached. "Someone tried to kill me a few minutes ago. I got lucky and stopped him thanks to a little help from nature, which if you'll excuse me I have to go," Ferdinad said as he hurriedly went to the bathrooms. Everyone laughed at the thought that someone was saved due to needing to go, but was soon searching all over for someone who was out of place. "Everyone is accounted for. No one's missing, so who ever it was is long gone by now," a soldier reported. "All right. Thanks. You all can go back to bed now. We still have a lot to do in the morning," Hititino said. He waited until Ferdinad came back. "Well, did you get a good look at who it was?" "No. Who ever it was, was covered completely in black. I could tell it was a mouse though, because the intruder was small and had round ears," Ferdinad replied. "Hmmm. I don't know of any mice being near here. We'll have to discuss this more in the morning. Mean while, I'm placing a guard in front of your room until you leave," Hititino said. "All right fine. I'll sleep a little bit better knowing that," Ferdinad replied as he crept back into sleep. Morning soon approached and everyone was awake and up at first light. Everyone murmured as a spring storm approached. "Hmm, I hope this isn't a bad omen for things to come," Hititino said. "Don't worry. I'm sure it's just normal weather," Ferdinad replied. "Well, is everyone ready?" Ferdinad asked as he looked around at the others. "Yep. We said our good byes," everyone said. "Al right. Let's go," Ferdinad shouted as he marched in front of the others. As they left the elven city, everyone was lined up to see them off. "Come back safe. Don't do anything rash," they all shouted as the seven marched on towards the city's gate. Soon everyone was out of the city. "All right, so were do we go now, leader?" Barb asked. "I thought it would be best to see what they wanted to do with the village first, and then move on towards one of their cities," Ferdinad answered. "Hmm, good plan. All right, so do you want me and Barb to be scouts?" Harold asked. "Sure that sounds good, seeing as you're fast runners and can see things in the distance," Ferdinad replied. They soon sped off in the distance, and were soon lost to everyone else's sight. "All right everyone just simply stick together, until I say other wise," Ferdinad said. The band of five pulled their invisible cloaks together, to cover their mechanical ones in case the magic fail, as well as their weapons. They moved slowly due to the amount of rain that poured down, and luckily didn't run into any enemies yet. "Okay, this looks like a good place to rest," Ferdinad said after they were walking for the past four hours towards the village. Everyone just sat underneath some trees, trying to keep dry and eating from their food supplies while waiting to hear word from either Barb or Harold. As soon as everyone was rested, they moved onward. As darkness approached, Ferdinad pointed to an area that everyone liked, and they camped there for the night. As they were setting up the tents, Barb and Harold came back. "Whew, sorry we were gone for so long. There are a lot of enemy patrols around the village. We had to wait for awhile to see what was going on there," Harold said. "Well, at least you're back. What did you find out?" Ferdinad asked. "Nothing much. Just that there are humans and other furs walking around patrolling around and guarding a few buildings. One other thing though that was odd, was that I couldn't feel any presence of a wizard. They all had their weird looking pole weapons, along with others," Barb said. "Hmm. That's interesting that their wizards aren't with them. They must be planning something huge back at their base," Ferdinad mused. "Yes, well if you'll excuse us we had a long day and would like to rest and eat," Harold said. "All right everyone. We'll take turns guarding in shifts. Be sure to take your turns when you're needed. I'll go first," Ferdinad said. As everyone settled to go down to sleep, Ferdinad thought of how to approach the village and try to find out what was going on. While he was concentrating, he didn't notice when Harold sneaked up behind him. He jumped when he felt Harold's paw on his shoulder and move downwards. "Opps. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Just wanted to see if you wanted some company," Harold said. "Oh, sure. That would be great," the fox looked up and grinned. "I still can't stop thinking of the other day. Gods you're big." "Well, thanks. You're not bad either. Care to go at it again?" Harold said and winked. "Sure, we're the only ones around. I don't see why we shouldn't be able to do a quickie," Ferdinad replied. Harold answered by kissing the fox, and then pulling his pants down. He then started to rub his paw against the sheath, and as Ferdinad's dick popped out he quickly put it in his mouth sucking hard. "Ohhh. That feels good. Don't stop," Ferdinad whispered. Harold continued his sucking while Ferdinad slowly rocked his hips to deep throat him. Harold grunted and continued to jerk himself off while sucking. Ferdinad soon stopped and dropped down to Harold's 10" cock. He then put it in his mouth and started to suck it was well. Harold soon growled softly and started to fuck his face. Ferdinad almost gagged as Harold's dick went in deeper and pre-cum quickly flowed out. After sucking for a few minutes, he then stopped and kissed Harold again, while rubbing his body against Harold's. Harold mewed softly as he bent over to let Ferdinad lick his tail hole, and finger fuck him. He then placed his cock next to the newly opened hole, and started to thrust. "Ohh, gods. How can you be so tight every time?" Ferdinad grunted. "That's for me to know and you to find out," Harold groaned back. Ferdinad slowly pumped his dick in and out of Harold's ass. He then picked up the pace, and started to thrust like there was no tomorrow. Soon both males were sweating and grunting under Ferdinad's hard pumping. The fox moaned as he felt himself getting close to his climax. He panted as he continued to pump in and out, thrusting as deep into the lion's tight ass as he could. He soon couldn't contain it anymore, and thrusted in deep as he shivered spilling his fox spunk into the lion's ass. As he spurted his dick out, the lion quickly grabbed him and thrusted his dick hard and deep into Ferdinad's ass. "Mmm. You always seem to make me cum quickly," Harold said as he pumped in and out, and then pushed all of his cock in and spurted lion cum into the fox's hole and over his balls. Both males groaned and moaned as they rested their sweat covered bodies for a spell as Ferdinad's shift came close to a close. They quickly cleaned themselves up, and Ferndinad gave Harold a quick kiss as he went towards his cat friend's tent. "Okay, Harriet. It's your turn to take over watching the camp," he said. Harriet soon came out and groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Okay," she yawned. "Who's going after me?" "You'll be waking up Henry next." "All right. Have a good night. See ya in the morning," she said as she went over towards a different area near the camp. As the lithe cat went to assume her position, Ferdinad went back to his tent, still reeling from the effects of fucking with Harold. Little did he know that it wasn't going to be his last. Lucky for him he's a fox otherwise any other animal wouldn't have lasted this long. As Ferdinad crept back under his covers, a shadowy figure moved from within the top of the tent. The figure landed softly, hardly making any noise. He then crept closer towards the fox, making sure he was still sleeping. The dark figure reached under the covers and fondled the fox's balls and cock. "Ohh, not again Harold," Ferdinad mumbled. Before the fox could figure out what was going on, the mouse dropped his pants to reveal his 11" dick. He quickly lifted the fox up and started to thrust it into his tail hole. Ferdinad woke with a start as he realized that it wasn't a dream, and that he was being fucked again. The mouse covered the fox's mouth as he pumped in and out, causing the fox to winch. "All right, I'm only going to say this once. Why are you going towards the village?" the mouse asked in a whisper. He moved his hands off the fox, and Ferdinad didn't say anything. "Tell me or your ass will feel more pain than this," the intruder said as he scraped steel along the fox's tail base. Ferdinad shivered as he felt the cold steel against his body. "All right, just don't hurt me there. We're just going to see if there are any survivors who might want to come with us," he replied. "Hmmm. Very well, it sounds plausible," the mouse said as he continued to pump in and out, going faster as he soon reached his climax. "Ohh, gods. He's so tight," the mouse thought to himself. As he shuddered and spurted his spunk into the fox, he left quickly, saying "You haven't seen the last of me. Mark my words." Ferdinad blinked as he saw the figure disappear from in front of him. He knew it wasn't a dream, since his ass felt sore, and the mouse's scent was all over him. Ferdinad groaned as he went back to sleep, thinking of what to do in the morning if the intruder comes back again. The next morning, he awoke to others already getting up and cooking breakfast, attending to their nature needs. He yawned as he went into the woods to pee, and was surprised by George. He splashed a little bit on himself as George appeared behind him. "I hear that you had an interesting time last night with Harold," he said. "Oh, who told you that?" "Your forget that we rabbits are good listeners. We make things our business to know what goes on," George replied. "MMm. Well what are you going to do about it?" Ferdinad asked. "Oh, how about this?" George exclaimed as he suddenly reached for Ferdinad's cock and placed it in his mouth. He then started to suck hard. Ferdinad moaned as he felt the rabbit's throat tighten and pulled on his groin. The rabbit continued to suck and deep throat until Ferdinad suddenly gasped and held his head, shoving it in and spurting his fox seed down George's throat. "There. That wasn't so hard was it?" George said. "You sexy rabbit you. I'm going to get you later," Ferdinad threatened. "Sure you will. Well I go to go if I'm going to get breakfast." "You already had breakfast. I say that you go and stand watch while we get ready to move on again." "Groan. All right. I guess I asked for it." George soon left to do his duty, as Ferdinad returned to the camp. As soon as everyone was ready, and the camp was obliterated, they moved on. While they were walking, Ferdinad told everyone of his idea of how to get into the city without being to obvious. "All right everyone. I'd thought of this all night long, and I thought it would be easier to dress as the slaves do, so that we can move around without too much difficulty." Everyone murmured their consent and voiced a few opinions on how to dress, and what to do if split up. "If we get split up from each other, we'll just meet at the outskirts of town after dark," Ferdinad replied. He then handed everyone miscellaneous clothing and clothes to cover themselves as peasants. As soon everyone was dressed, he went over to inspect them. "Not bad, but you all need to be a little bit dirtier. Slaves don't usually have time to bath much," Ferdinad said. He bent down and picked up a pawful of dirt and smeared some all over everyone. "There. That's better," he said. "Okay, does everyone know what they are doing?" he asked for one last time. Everyone nodded their consent. They continued to walk on, looking like a band of people on hard times. As they neared the outskirts of the village, everyone paused to take stock in what was going on. They noticed only a few guards posted at the front gates, and a lot of people working in the farms nearby. Most of them were tilling the soil, and gathering crop ready for harvesting. The ones who were done, were heading towards the gates. The guards didn't give them a second glance. The slaves were made up of a diverse of people, humans, elves, magi, and animorphs. The group quickly slithered through the wheat and popped up among those who were going in. They held their breaths a little as they passed the guards, pretending to hold armful of wheat and other crop. As soon as they passed, they followed the slaves for a while to gather their surroundings and to see what the sit was. As soon as they saw a break near an alley, they quietly moved towards it and disappeared from view. "All right. It looks like they have gotten lazy, protecting their slaves and food from raiders. Anyone has any comments before we move on?" Ferdinad asked. No one said anything, but the mood was somber. "Don't worry. We'll be back to free everyone, but first we must gather information as to what our enemies are doing. All right let's go," Ferdinad said quietly. The fox seer noticed that most of the overlords and captains were up on a tower, viewing all of the village below. "Hmmm, this is going to be tricker than I first thought," Ferdinad thinks to himself. They group broke up and went their separate ways, listening to the whisper of conversations among the slaves who were once living peaceful lives in the village. "I have had enough of this crap. When are we going to do something about it?" a big burly bear asked a nearby human. "Who knows? But do you want to lose a limb or your life? They have big guns and stuff ya know," the human murmured. "We'll just have to wait and see what happens." Among the group that Ferdinad is with, he hears whispers of plans to overthrow the overlords from their homes. "How are the plans coming along?" a stout and muscular bull asked a small and thin skunk. "They're going great so far. They haven't noticed that we have been bringing in fewer food and some supplies are more than enough for them to fret over a few missing pieces," the skunk replies. "Good. Keep it up. Hopefully we'll get our chance soon," the bull said. "Hmmm, so everyone is planning an overthrow attempt huh? But what about what the overlords are doing?" Ferdinad thought to himself. Meanwhile, Barb and Harold have discovered some information while posing as a favorite slave who is able to move around with a little bit more freedom by being a messenger or anything else their overlord commands of them. They are sitting at a bar, and sipping while looking around and listening to the conversation around them. "Who cares what happens to the village? We're better off that the overlords are here. They give us better shelter and protection from the animals that used to attack us, and give us money and more food if we do a good enough job," a cat was said, who was talking to a female mouse. "Sure that all well and good, but what about our freedom? When will we be able to move and think and act for ourselves? I don't want to be a slave forever. I only do it out of necessity. As soon as I see a break, I'm going for it," she told the cat. "All right, but if you get killed while trying to escape, don't blame me," the cat responded. They continue their conversation, unaware of the lions listening in. "Hmm, it seems that some slaves are happy, while others want to break free. But what about what their plans are?" Harold murmured to Barb. "I don't know, but let's continue to listen around. We're bound to find something," Barb replied back. They soon decided to leave, when they run into a captain. "What are you slaves doing here? Do you have clearance to be here?" the big human asked them. "Why of course we do. Where would we be otherwise?" Harold said. "All right then, show me your papers," the human asked. "Papers, of course. Here you go," Harold said as he quickly dragged the captain towards the back of the bar. He quickly held the captain's throat and started to squeeze slightly. "Gack, you're choking me," the captain mewed. "Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" Harold asked. "What do you want?" the captain asked. "Information. What are the overlords doing here?" "I don't know. I was only hired to make sure the slaves don't revolt or anything." "You're lying. Tell me what I want to know, or I'll snap your throat." Harold growled. "All right. I over heard one of the overlords say something about there being a lot of natural magic around here's that untapped. They're going to drain it and use it against the magi and others who are free." The captain gurgled. "All right fine. If we find out that you're lying, you won't know what hit you, understand?" Barb said. The captain nodded. "Good. You're not going to say anything are you?" He nodded again. They left him trembling in the corner as they continued to walk on as if nothing had happened. As they walked on, they decided to mingle in and find out more info. They got in a line and followed it. The slaves were heading towards a shaft with smoke coming out of it. Barb and Harold soon realized that they were heading towards a mine. "Ohh, crud. It's hard to get out of a mine." Harold thought. "What do we do?" he whispered to Barb. "I don't know. It's too late to break away... I'm sure they don't keep everyone down there. They must give them rest, so we'll escape then," Barb said. As they were going down, Ferdinad was going with the slaves heading in an opposite direction. They were heading towards what appeared to be a huge, round metallic ball. "What in the \<bleep\> is that?" Ferdinad wondered to himself. He soon got his answer as they slaves entered the ball, and were forced to stand still atop of round cylinders under their feet. As soon as the door closed, a voice commanded them to start to move. As they did so, the ball moved forward as well. Ferdinad wondered what in the world was going on with this. "Psst. What are we doing?" he asked a nearby slave. The slave whispered back, "We're to move this forward towards where there's a hole in the ground that they dig when they find magic nodes. All of our weight makes the hole larger and easier for them to get the draining machine ready." "Wow. So that's what they do," Ferdinad thought to himself. It felt like they were moving non-stop for hours until finally they begin to sink a little, and then falling straight down. Ferdinad feels a lurch and the ball was moving up and down, forcing the ground to be removed and he felt a little bit sick from the movements. "Ohh, gods I hope I don't hurl," he thought to himself. As soon as it started, the movements stopped. He then felt like they were being lifted up and them were commanded to move backwards. "Oh man, this is painful having to move backwards. What if I trip and fell?" Someone did trip and fall, and was trampled to death by the others who couldn't stop though they wanted to as they were crying the loss of one of their own. "This is more horrible than I thought," Ferdinad thought to himself as he felt himself sicken as he heard the shrieks of the fallen slave go silent, and as his feet touched the trampled slave. Soon they were back at the camp and were marched out. As the last one left, other slaves were forced to clean the bloody mess that was all over. "We lose at least one person every time they make us do that," a slave murmured quietly. They were herded into a tent and were told that they could relax for the rest of the day, and wander about the confides. Soon the slaves were groaning as they tried to relax and live for another day. Ferdinad quietly slipped out and went back to the alley where they first met. As he walked back, he noticed Barb and Harold going into the mines. "\<Bleep\>. They're not going to do so well. Oh, well. They know how to take care of themselves. They've gotten out of worse spots than this, they'll be at the outskirts after dark," Ferdiand thinks to himself as he waits for the others to arrive. Meanwhile, as Ferdiand waited, Barb and Harold were being led into the mines along with the other slaves. "Shit. What are we going to do?" Barb whispered to Harold. "Don't worry. We've gotten out of tighter scraps than this. We'll make it out and be at the outskirts by dark," he whispered back. As their eyes became adjusted to the darkness and dim lights of the mine, they noticed that a lot of the slaves were very ragged and wearing almost next to nothing clothing, barely covering their private areas not to mention the smell. "Oh, gag. How can they stand it?" Barb thought as her senses were overwhelmed at the scents. She glanced at Harold and noticed that he too was holding his nose. As the slaves passed one another, no one said anything. They were handed shovels and told to simple dig all the rocks and dirt that they could until they said other wise. As Harold and Barb worked alongside the other slaves, the mood of them were very somber. "Hey, why are you guys so sad?" Barb whispered to a slave next to her. The slave merely glanced at her and didn't respond. She then realized that he was deaf. "Oh, my. You poor man," she thought. They worked in silence, straining to hear any whispers of conversation, but didn't. They didn't realize that all the slaves were either dear, dumb, or just lost the will to care about what happened to them; or pretended that they did. After for what seemed like a very long time, the slaves were finally given a break, which only lasted a very few short minutes long enough for a quick sip from a small cup of water and half of half a piece of bread. They soon resumed working after their "rest" period. "Oh, how horrible. No one can survive like this," Harold thought to himself. After a much longer period, the slaves were finally allowed to go to sleep for the night, which didn't make much difference to them, since they practically lived in the dark anyway. As soon as they were lead out and into their holding cells, Barb and Harold quietly and quickly formed a plan on how to get out. "Guard, Guard!" Barb shouted. A burly human and bear came along. "What do you want, bitch?" "My husband is sick. Please help him. He's one of your strongest workers. You don't want him to die do you?" she pleaded. "All right. Calm down. We'll take him to the doctors." "Thank you so much. May I please come along? He'll feel better if I'm at his side." "All right fine. Just this once." While they were picking up the listless form of Harold, Barb quickly pushed a sleep posion dart into each of the guards necks. Harold quickly got up and they ran hiding in the shadows. As they reached the gates, it was heavily guarded. "Shit. What now?" Harold asked. Barb answered by pointing at the wall. They never thought that slaves would try to escape so easily by climbing the walls. They extended their claws and began to climb slowly, keeping in shadows in case on of the guards looked up. After what seemed like a long time, but only fifteen minutes, they reached the top of the gates and soon climbed down. They quickly sticked to the shadows and then ran under the wheat fields. Luckily no one noticed a thing, and they were able to spot the others as they reached further away from the village. "Way to go you guys. I hope you didn't have too much trouble," Ferdinad said as they approached. "No more than regular," Harold answered. As they gathered together, Ferdinad suggested that they travel onward while the village was still sleeping. Everyone soon moved onward towards their next destination. After traveling for a few leagues, they decided to camp and rest. "All right, let's go into those woods over by the trail," Ferdinad said. Soon everyone was pitching tents and eating a cold dinner, not wanting to risk making a fire and having it seen by the overlords. Everyone was put on duty patrol and replaced each other at intervals so each got some rest. Luckily nothing happened during the night. As day break began, everyone was ready to move on. "All right. We're going to be going to the town of Deodits. I hear that there's a lot of activity going on there and we might be able to get a better sense as to what's going on," Ferdinad said to the group. "Sounds good. Looks like you've got everything planned out," George replied. "Not quite everything, but enough," Ferdinad responded. They then moved out towards Deodits. As they traveled the road, they noticed that a lot of people who were usually up and about at this time, were not. "Huh, wonder were everyone is?" George murmured. "They're probably hiding or waiting til dark to move in fear of the warlords." Harold replied. "That's what I've seen a lot of in my travels." They continued onward, not saying much to each other, keeping their minds on the tasks coming up. "Man, how in the world can we defeat this force?" Ferdinad thought to himself. "I guess I'll just have to wait and see. What happens will happen." They soon reached the city of Deodits within a few hours of walking. "All right everyone, looks like the city is coming up ahead. Shall we do the same thing we did earlier?" Ferdiand asked. Everyone looked to each other for conformation. They all shook their heads in agreement. "All righty then. We'll do the same thing," Ferdinad said. They decided to split up and enter the city in separate ways so they don't attract attention. The guards didn't pay them any mind, which everyone thought was a bit unusual since guards usually asked people why the were entering the city. They shrugged their shoulders and moved on, keeping to the shadows and watching how the people were attending themselves. The occupants of the city acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary. "Huh. What in the world in going on?" Ferdinad though as he watched the other slink off towards their chosen destinations to gather info. Ferdinad started to walk towards a tavern, when he felt other eyes upon him. He cursed himself slightly, "Should have known that I'd have to change clothes. I must look like a rich merchant or something. Oh well, I'll deal with it if it comes," he thought. He felt the eyes on him still as he entered the tavern. He quickly moved away, towards shadows to watch who would appear behind him. The person who entered next, wasn't the one tho. It was just a mouse who looked like an ancient American culture object (hint M.M.). Ferdinad continued to wait but no one else appeared. He relaxed somewhat and started to look around the place. The tables weren't full. There were only a few people and groups around. He went towards the bar and ordered a glass of beer. As he sipped the bitter brew, he felt the eyes on him again. He glanced around and then up towards the stairs and noticed a pair of eyes looking right at him from the shadows. He got up slowly, still nursing his drink and went up the stairs. As he approached the top of them, he noticed a small figure go into a bedroom. He followed pursuit, and quickly looked around the room. As his eyes got used to the dimness, he saw a female mouse sleeping in the bed. He walked over and noticed that here eyes were slitted, watching his movements. "Well, what do we have here?" He asked approaching her. She squeaked with some control and shouted "Who are you? Why are you in here?" "Well, you kept following me with your eyes, so I'd thought I'd come up and ask what you wanted from me," Ferdinad replied. "Why, nothing honey. I'm just a girl trying to make a living. I thought maybe you could be persuaded to be hired to join me on my journey," She said flashing her eye lids at him. He looked carefully at her before responding. "Prove to me that you mean no harm." She answered by getting up and revealing her legs, removing a small handgun buried in the pantyhose, and stripping naked. "There, does that seem sufficient?" she asked with a smile. "All right. I'll take your word then. What do you need with a hired bodyguard?" he asked, trying to hide his erection from the sight of her. "Why does any girl need protection? To scare away those who would do me harm, silly," she giggled moving nearing towards him. Ferdinad gulped as the lithe mouse approached, grabbing his paw and pulling him towards the bed. "Well, what do you say? Will you help me out?" she panted revealing more of herself. "Um.... Sure. We could always use another person. You can tell us more about what's happening," he gulped. "Well, that sounds great," she replied reaching down towards his bulge. He moaned a little as her paw rubbed against it hard. "Ohh, something tells me that this fox likes what he sees," she laughed. Soon, Ferdinad was naked next to her and started to kiss and fondle her breasts. She moaned and gasped as he moved downwards towards her pussy. She yelled as Ferdinad licked and entered her tight twat tickling her clit. "Ohhh, gods that feels so wonderful," she panted, pushing his head further into her. He slurped her, making her climax for the first time licking her cum up. He then moved his sheath, which most of his dick was out towards her face. The mouse bent down to take his head into her mouth and started to suck hard on it. Ferdinad grunted as he felt pleasure run throughout his body from her blow job. He panted and shoved it deep into her throat. The mouse groaned as she felt it hit against the back of her mouth, barely able to breath. He thrust his hips faster in and out of her mouth, finally cumming all over her face. "hmmmm, nice and sweet," she said as she licked herself clean. "That's just the beginning," he said as he reached down towards her and flipped her on her back. She grunted in surprise as he lifted her tail and poked his cock near her enterance. She squealed with delight as he thrusted hard and fast into her. "oohh, gods you're so huge," she panted. Ferdinad just grunted as he thrusted himself in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her tight vaginal muscles tighten around his cock. Soon both were sweating like crazy, as he quickly pushed deep into her, spurting his fox cum inside her. The mouse moaned and groaned as she felt her nth climax, feeling him emptying inside of her. Ferdinad collapsed on top of her still tied to her and both went into a quick nap. "well, I hope that was a satisfactory payment for your services," she said as they got dressed. "Yes, that is a good payment, stay here and I'll get the others to meet with you before we leave," he replied back. "Humph, fine. Keep a lady waiting forever why don't you," she said with a smile. "Don't worry. You'll be safe with us," Ferdiand smiled back. He then left the room and tavern, to look for more info. When he left, the mouse quickly went to the closet. She whispered, "Well, how do you think I did, brother?" "You did fine. Just be sure to watch yourself around him and the others," a husky voice replied back. "I'll be following behind in case you need backup." "Feh, don't worry. He's putty in my hands now," she smirked. Both thieves laughed to each other at the stupidity of the fox, or so they thought...... Meanwhile, Ferdinad was out looking for more info. The others weren't having much luck. It seems that the inhabitants of the town are under a spell, and don't know what's going on. Everyone soon gathers to meet with Ferdinad at their predestinated site. "Well, did you guys find out anything?" he asked quickly. "No. Other than that everyone is under some kind of spell, making them think everything is okay," Barb responded. "How about you?" Harold asked. "Well, I found an informant who's willing to tell us some things in exchange for some protection going towards her destination," Ferdinad replied. He lead them towards the tavern, where the female mouse was waiting for him. "Well, there you are. I was beginning to think that you'd never show up," she smiled as she glanced at the others.

Title: Summer in the City - Chapter 3 - The WALK by Kodaw Tags: Clean, Drama, Emotion, Gun, Humor, Love, M/M, Tiger, Wolf, clumsy, danger, difference, fun, police officer Alex carefully approached the guests, with Ty standing out like a bright colour. He stumbled over his words 'w... Well.. Welcome, can I how help you?' 'Hmmph, armature, whatever, we have a reservation, it's under Maxine Corline' Maxene said as the small wolf tried to communicate with her. With the commotion Sed walked past, and saw Ty, in the party of 6. Sed giggled and shook his head thinking 'this is going to be fun'. 'Oh... Uhm well please follow me' Alex said as lead the guests over to the table on the first floor. Ty wasn't too worried about the small wolf, in fact, he was distracted. 'Damn, he didn't even greet me, am I that bad?' Alex thought out loud. And with that, Maxene grabbed him on the collar of his shirt 'listen here you little punk, if you are going to make a comment you make it out loud, and I don't want some crappy service from you, this restaurant has the best reputation, and for that I am going to pay, so I expect the best, and if I don't get the best, I will rip your soul apart' She raged with a slight bit of cynicism and a slight grin on the last bit as she held Alex with one hand and the other formed into a fist. 'Yes mam, Yes Mam, yes mam' Alex said out of fear. 'Ok then' Maxene smiled, 'now where is our table, oh it better be a good one, otherwise...' she said with a smirk. \*damn\* Alex thought to himself as he led the party up the stairs and to the best table they have, looking out on to the beautiful city street. Alex set the party down on the table, Maxene, what appeared to be her boyfriend, a polar bear, a really energetic Colly, a Dalmatian, Dober and Ty. After Alex got the order for the drinks he scurried on down to the bar, and told the bar man to hurry on up, with that Sed came up to Alex 'Hey... So interesting customers, Maxene is a rough one... And of course then there's Ty...' with that comment Alex could not contain his blush. 'Well, look dude, if you like him... Tell him, when your shift is over... Run on to him and just talk to him... Get to know him ya know' Sed said with a calm notion. 'Hmmph... Not that easy Sed. Remember I come from Riverton... A small town where I never had a relationship of any kind!' Alex said out shortly. And then the barman intruded with the drinks all ready. 'Just don't mess up... Alex. If you like him... Just don't let him play with your heart that's all I'm saying hey' said as Alex ran up the stairs. 'Hmm DON'T MESS UP... Yea say that to the clumsiest person in the world' and on that note, Alex tripped over a small object spilling the drinks over the party of 6... And for a brief moment, there was a silence in the place, almost cutting through the air. Then Maxine smiled and fisted her one hand into the other 'Time to die' she yelled as her Polar bear boyfriend held her back when she tried to grab Alex... 'I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry....' Dober and the rest were all just laughing about is, but Ty was as calm and serious as ever. Quiet. 'I'll go get new ones, on the house' Alex said, as he picked up the glasses, and ran down back to the bar, where a laughing Sed was waiting for him. 'WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That was properly the worst thing that I ever seen, the best worst thing ever! Hahahahahahaha, ooh that's good comedy.' Sed mocked. Alex of course didn't think it was very funny. 'I made a fool out of myself, besides, now I don't stand a chance' as he felt his heart drift down into an abyss of hopelessness and sadness, with a tear rolling down his muzzle. 'Hey hey... Little buddy, its ok, I'll help you out ok? Besides Maxine is a really scary client... I went to her bar once, there was a bar fight, let's just say, she started it, and she won...' and Sed went up to the party, explained that he was really sorry, and how embarrassed Alex was, and even gave the party desert on the house. 'You owe me big time' he said with a jump in his step as he walked on by Alex. The rest of that night, Alex preformed at his best, looking at Ty, not seeing any emotion but only a serious look, looking onto the street. 'Ty what's wrong?' Maxene said as Ty was looking away, and Ty could not contain his thoughts, as he was thinking about his new case, the wolf ripper... 'Nothing much' Ty said with no expression. 'Oh, yea I see so... C'mon man you got a HUGE promotion today' the collie said. 'He got his first case today as well, and this one reminds him of...' and with that Ty looked at Dober and lightly punched him through the face. 'Ugh... Sorry' Dober resided. Everyone at the table was totally and utterly confused. 'Oh well' Maxine busted out. 'To TY!' as she raised her glass in the air and downed the glass of beer one shot. Everyone followed, of course not as haste fully. The night continued and the guests got drunker, until late, they finally decided to bill out and pay, they gave Alex a huge tip and they were on their way. 'Nice going kid... Hick... You can really make...... A.... Nnnighhht.... Whooot' Maxene stumbled out with the support of her polar boyfriend 'let's go' he said strictly. Sed grabbed Alex and shoved him out 'Count this as me being nice, ill lock up and cash up, now go! Talk to the guy already' the party scattered and Ty started walking on his own away from everyone \*Damn, I hate these social formalities\* he thought. And then Alex ran on up to him. 'You know, tonight was like the second time you did something clumsy. Besides, why are you stalking me anyway?' Ty said with a serious notion. 'Ooh hehehe, well uhm I'm not stalking you see, we just keep running into each other...' Alex said whilst giggling and scratching his head. 'Get it... RUNNING INTO EACHOTHER... No, maybe.. maybe not?' Alex tried to make Ty smile. 'It's not safe to be out here, you know' Ty lectured 'there is a killer about'. 'A Killer? Ooh sounds serious, please tell me more Mr Inspector man.' Alex said in a play full notion. 'This is a serious matter, what was your name again, Alex wasn't it.' 'How did you? What, I don't recall giving you my name...' 'That's why I'm an inspector.' 'Look, Ty, what happened at the peer the other day... I can't stop thinking, well I can't stop, I feel so... Well' and then Alex when quiet as he struggled to express himself. ''Well? Out with it... You can't?' and with that Alex grabbed Ty's hand, and a burst of emotion when through Ty, a feeling he never felt before, Alex's warm touch, his caring nature, his energy. What was this mysterious feeling? Was this what they called a feeling for another person? 'Ty, I can't stop thinking about you'. Alex said to Ty directly, as they were underneath the streetlight, looking each other in the eye. Passion, a spark. 'Me neither' and naturally, they hesitated for one moment, but then, their lips touched and they both felt it. Passion, colour, joy, happiness, Love. \*\*\*\*\* Shortly after the moment of passion, Ty immediately pulled back. 'It's late, you should go' he said with a sudden change in his voice. Naturally Alex was confused, and his natural curiosity made him speak the following words 'why?' 'Look, I don't know what's going on, and its messing with my head, you are messing with my head, well not you, but the situation, ugh you know what I mean.' Ty rambled, as he felt his heart started to race. 'So, pretty much you are afraid to handle the situation?' Alex said with a smirk. 'Nothing like that' Ty said and for the first time in years he blushed. 'Uhu... Yea your blush totally agrees' Alex said in a playful sarcastic way. 'No, I uhm... Yea, no' Ty stumbled and mumbled. 'It's ok. My roommate said I should say this, and my heart is racing as well, but look Ty, I really like you allot... And I would like to get to know you better'. \*what is this guy thinking, why is he reacting this way, is he the same goofy, clumsy guy from earlier on?\* Ty thought. 'Hmm, m... Me too' Ty said without thinking and immediately wondered where the words came from. 'Well in any instance, you still have to go home, I'm not letting anyone sleep over at my place... Don't work like that' Ty said in a flash. 'But I will walk you home, streets can be dangerous these nights' Ty said but in his mind he thought about the murderer. Alex nodded his head 'yea I come from a small town called Riverton so...' 'I just need to get something from inside, ok?' Ty said. 'Jip'. They walked up and took the stairs to the second floor, Ty unlocked the door and entered the pin, and switched on the lights 'Ok stay right here' as he went right in. Alex of course could not hold in his curiosity. He peeked in and then walked in. The apartment was amazing, very neat and tidy. Simple and straight forward. A Entertainment system, a Tv, a L shaped couch, a fair amount of CD's Wide windows with an amazing view over the ocean with a lonely couch looking out over it. An open plan apartment, even the kitchen was neat and tidy, everything in its place. 'Didn't I tell you to stay outside? You are ... Ugh never mind, let's go. Ty said, and Alex noticed the Police badge around his neck and underneath his jacket, a gun in its holster. He was very curious, but after the stunt he just pulled, he didn't ask. Ty locked the apartment, and they went down stairs. 'Ok, so where do you live?' \*\*\*\*\* They walked on down the street right onto the beach front. Alex just wanted to break the silence, but could not find the right words. Ty on the other hand was focused and cautiously looked around. 'So, you say the streets are dangerous' Alex said as he finally had a valid topic to bring up. 'Yea. What of it?' Ty said in a low tone. 'Well it's just... I thoughts that this place would pretty safe, since the people I've met have all been really nice, and well it just seem like such a happy place' Alex rambled. 'This isn't Riverton, the big city comes with its own dangers' Ty said short and precise as usual. 'Dangers?' Alex said whilst tripping over a bottle that was right underneath his step, he slammed down on the ground with his face first then ouch followed his decent and collision. Ty smiled as he went down to help Alex back up, giving an almost silent laugh. 'You goof, you are really clumsy aren't you?' 'Well, matter of perception, I call it my curse, others call it humour, some people call it fun. Whatever you call it, it still hurts, hehe but, I'm kind of use to it by now.' He said as he leaped on to a bench on the side of the pavement. 'Tada!' Ty sighed \*what a goof\*. 'So how about you? You have any family, where do you come from?' Alex asked directly. 'I don't talk about these things'. 'Well everyone has a story, and I'm interested in hearing yours'. 'Well, ok here is how it goes, I was born went through school joined the police and now I'm an agent directly focused on inspecting crime scenes, or as usually will be called an inspector, whatever' Ty said in short with a don't care attitude. 'No fair!' Alex rambled. 'You know, you are a little annoying' Ty said directly and blunt. Alex lowers his head and his voice lowers 'yea, many people say that.' They walked along, there was an awkward silence in the air, Alex lowering his head and looking only at the floor. Ty looking in front of him. After a little bit, Ty saw the small wolf walking next to him was really down and sad. 'Sorry' he said softly, whilst he cannot believe what he is saying. 'It's ok. Nobody gets me, so whatever.' Alex replied, and with that Ty sighed. 'Emotion was never my strong point, and letting people in isn't my thing. I once had a little brother, he was in a sense like you. Now... Well...' he stopped his sentence, and carried on now with a focused 'I joined the police to help and protect people. I won't, don't want anyone to get hurt. I came from Andar city. I moved here to, like you, get away from my past' Ty said in a cool voice, simply look forward. Ty was looking up at him 'wow, thank you for sharing that with me.' Alex smiled, and it was obvious his mood was really lifted. But right at that moment a dark figure ran in an ally way, Ty immediately noticed, as the figure wearing a masquerade mask was running toward them. He ripped out a knife and Ty immediately shoved Alex to the ground whilst pulling out his 9mm from the holster underneath his jacket 'stay down' he yelled. The dark figure turned into another direction as Alex pointed a gun \*Shit, I can't just shoot, civilians might get hurt.\* he thought, and he yelled after the figure, I will get you. As the figure simply vanished. Alex came up with a small pavement burn on his arm 'uhmm, what was that about... And by the way you sure pack a...' 'Some call him slither, others call him the man slayer, and his targets are all k9. He is dangerous, and no one ever see him. Darn that was my chance and I blew it' Ty said frustrated. 'Ahh... E..' Alex saw Ty's frustration and decided not to say anything. They started to walk again, and about a block from Sid's house, Ty asked 'How's your arm?' Alex was amazed at the question. 'Hehe, I told you, I get bruised allot and stuff. This is nothing' meanwhile in his head he was thinking ouch ouch ouch. They finally got to Sid's house. 'Thank you for walking me home and stuff.' Alex said friendly 'no problem' Ty said empty. 'Hey, maybe we could go for coffee some time or something to drink.' Alex said nervously. 'Yea maybe we could' ty replied. And suddenly Alex hugged Ty, as his heart beat really fast, Ty was caught off guard. But then lightly hugged back. 'Ok, cheers' Ty said as the hug was broken. He started walking away. And Alex turned around and fiddled with the keys as his hands shook and he looked at Ty. He then opened the door and just as he went in, Ty looked back. Alex closed the door and then, leaned against it and slid down as he felt his heart beating fast and he felt like he never did before. Right at that moment Sid came down the stairs. 'Soooo...' He said with a grin.

Title: Mean Girls Reunion 03 Tags: lizzy caplan, oral, oral sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, actress, masturbation, mean girls **Part 3 - Lizzy** 2003 This time, I stumbled onto something while doing my job. Technically, I was off the clock and was only wandering around after goofing off with co-workers. But before I left, I walked over to the gymnasium set, which would be crowded for tomorrow's filming of some big third act scenes. I came in to see if anything needed fixing or fine tuning, to save some work for tomorrow. But the second I got in, I heard some strange noises. Noises that soon started to sound erotic. Noises that seemed to be coming below the bleachers in the "gym." Thinking ahead, I quietly slipped out of my shoes, so I wouldn't make as much noise by coming closer. Carrying the shoes in my hands, I tiptoed on my socks towards the bleachers, looking to see if I could make out who was below yet -- and what she was doing. It could be one of two things at this point. But I didn't hear any other voices -- unless he or she was really quiet -- so that ruled out sex. Masturbation it was, then. As the noises got louder and I got closer, I put on my writing glasses and started to make out who it was. If I didn't know better, I'd say it resembled Lizzy Caplan -- a.k.a sharp tonged outcast Janis Ian. She had her head thrown back and her shirt still on -- but it was probably another matter below. Before I could try and confirm it, she got louder and one of her arms seemed to move faster. Her moans and pants got huskier, sexier and closer to the brink. So close that she couldn't see me -- but that would easily change once she was done. And she sounded close to being done any second. When that second came, I watched, heard and was enraptured for the first two seconds. However, my brain rebooted and helped me make my retreat in the next few. I heard her catch her breath and pant as I got closer to the exit, then I quietly opened the door and slid out. Whether Lizzy could hear me by then, I didn't know. The fact I could get on the lot the next day gave me an idea. As if this fucking set wasn't giving me enough ideas already. January 2014 Although I'd witnessed more graphic things from Lizzy 11 years ago than Lacey or Tina, I was less nervous to see her in person. For one thing, she didn't know me, and probably wasn't hiding that she saw me during a private moment. Then again, if she didn't remember me, it might not help my actual sales pitch for the story. Nevertheless, Lizzy allowed me to see her in her apartment, after she got done shooting a movie for the day. Between her schedule and her appearance at the Golden Globes days ago, she could have easily declined to see me or just done this over the phone. Yet once again, I was fortunate to make my case in person. Indeed, since she didn't see me in our biggest encounter on the Mean Girls set, she didn't recognize me. But I seemed to convince her I did work there, and assured her that Lacey and Tina could confirm it. She believed me and let me tell her about the proposed cover story anyway. Yet as I pitched it, told her Lacey and Tina were on board and assured her we could work around her schedule, I got the feeling Lizzy's mind was elsewhere. With eyes as big and noteworthy as hers, it was easier to tell if they were distracted. She did nod and seem to follow along, yet I sensed I didn't have her strictest attention. To get more clues, I tried to talk and study her other body language at the same time. I ignored how I was checking out someone's body for different reasons than usual lately. As I did, I noted Lizzy's posture looked straight, and her legs.... Her legs were pressed kind of tight together. And this was the second time her hand brushed between them. "So you think you can get Lindsay?" Lizzy broke my concentration, by staying on the actual topic of conversation. "Oh, oh right. I suppose I'll find out very soon," I got back on track. "After I finish talking to you and Amanda, I'll have no choice. That's why I want to sort out as much as possible first, just in case." Shrugging my past suspicions aside, I got out a notepad and showed Lizzy when Lacey and Tina had for the shoot. Lizzy claimed she could get herself available, pointing to the best potential dates with one hand -- and keeping her other hand between her legs and on her skirt. Which almost seemed to arch against that hand. What the hell could make her.... "So, one of those dates should work. I can call you once I work out the best one," Lizzy said, somewhat quickly. If my developing crazy theory was right, this would make a little more sense.... But it couldn't be. I couldn't have gotten in the middle of her....doing that again. "Is now a bad time?" I blurted out loud in my disbelief. "Excuse me?" Lizzy asked back. "Are you in a rush or something?" "No. Well, technically, yes. But if you're in one, I can come back," I finally settled on. "I agreed to see you, remember?" Lizzy frowned. "I made time when I could have rested and pushed you off. So let's at least get something out of it." "Okay, okay!" I said with some frustration. "We just need to pick the best date you can be there, and match it up with the others." "I can make that work," Lizzy declared, pointing to early March on my notepad, without looking too hard. "If they can, I can." "Oh. Okay. If Amanda and Lindsay can, then we're all good," I concluded. "Good, looks like we're all set, then," Lizzy hurried along. Not knowing what else to say, I got up and started to make my way out. I knew I couldn't expect the same thing as my last two trips.....even if it looked like it could set up that way. But I'd pushed my luck enough, I supposed. With that, I left Lizzy's apartment and closed the door behind me, yet I stayed in the hall. I told myself I should leave now, but my feet stayed stuck. I didn't know what I was expecting or hoping for -- though I stopped guessing when I heard from behind the door, "Damnit, it's gone!" I was too confused to leave now, especially when Lizzy suddenly opened the door. She looked annoyed and frustrated, but when she saw I was actually still there, she softened up a little. "Sorry," she quietly said as she calmed down further. "That....wasn't about you." "That narrows it down," I quipped. It might have been harsher than I intended, so I got out a sorry before Lizzy let me back in. When she closed the door, she explained, "I did have a long day. Still coming off a long Globes weekend, really. I figured I could....relax and be fresh and ready before you came here. But I lost track of time and I....didn't get done relaxing. Not as much as I wanted. I guess that made me antsy." If I hadn't seen Lizzy's 'relaxing' techniques 11 years ago, maybe I wouldn't suspect a deeper meaning now. Some of it wasn't that much of a cover anyway. Hell, maybe I was wrong and she was on the level. Either way, I said, "I get it. I can still leave and let you relax again." "That'd be nice, if I hadn't lost the mood. I was so close to it before, and now I gotta start all over again. Who knows how long that'll take?" Lizzy lamented. "I got too upset to stay ready." "Is that my fault?" I had to ask. "No, no! Well, not directly," Lizzy answered. She then sighed and continued, "It's not you. We used to work together, apparently, and now you're gonna get me back in with the Plastics. Except Regina, apparently. So I shouldn't take it out on you. You can go if you want." "I don't want it to feel awkward if we see each other again," I stated, borrowing Tina's past excuse. I thought it out some more, sat next to her on the couch and let myself ask, "If there's any way I can help you relax....I'm in no rush. Really. Whatever you might need." At this point, I could still claim innocence and say I thought she really meant "relax." By that skin of my teeth, I could make this offer and look okay if I read it wrong. Or my luck could be due to run out after all. "I did it by myself before and almost got there," Lizzy broke the silence. "But I might need more to get that close again." She still hadn't made the subtext 100 percent clear -- 80 percent, maybe. I studied her body language again, yet gave myself more freedom than before. I saw how she looked less stiff, and how her green blouse and black skirt clung to her in the process. I saw her legs weren't rubbing together, but she did cross one over the other to show off more tempting skin. I looked up and saw the bit of exposed, tempting skin on her chest, although a lot more seemed to be hidden below. I only let myself see that for a second, but when I looked up and saw the sultry tinge in Lizzy's green eyes and developing smile, I lingered longer. "Is that a yes?" I got out. "Are you getting more relaxed already?" "I'm starting to think you might....help me get there," Lizzy commented, sounding more blatant and sexy. She inched herself closer to me, which gave me the confidence to reach for her bare knee. When I got there and felt it -- and saw it as a final go ahead -- I responded, "Then I'd better get to work." Before Lizzy could do anything, I got off the couch and kneeled down in front of her. Once she uncrossed her legs, I went right between them without even removing her skirt. I felt her up at first and detected a lack of panties, then lifted her skirt up and got right to work. It was clear she really had been working on herself recently, even if she hadn't gotten all the way. Yet either her past work or my skills made her groan louder when I got going. I made myself believe it was both, but when my tongue circled her and my fingers grazed her before going deeper, I could believe it was mostly me now. "Oh, fuck," I heard Lizzy exclaimed. "Put it in me. Tongue first," she instructed. I followed orders and let my tongue slide all over her, while my hands rested on and rubbed her upper thighs. "Mmmm....hands now," she instructed next. She said hands plural, but I cheated anyway. I just put my left hand next to my face, keeping my right hand on her right leg. Lizzy had less reason to nitpick when I put my left forefinger in her, then licked the right of her pussy and suckled on her there. "Oh, that's it....wiggle em," Lizzy moaned. My finger went as far into her as it could and rubbed her, while my tongue licked her from side to side and then up and down. She sounded impressed with how I followed directions. When my thumb caressed her below her pussy, Lizzy all but squeezed my head with her legs. Undeterred, I finger fucked her faster while licking her and stroking her leg all at once, then removed my finger and put my tongue back in without missing a beat. As for my finger, it and the rest of my left hand palmed her inner thigh, while my right did the same to the other one. I pushed Lizzy's legs further apart, then decided I finally needed a better view. My right hand went behind her and Lizzy pushed her hips up, giving me room to lower her zipper and push her skirt down. When I got it off her legs and left her pussy exposed, I put my thumb at the bottom and let my tongue go to the top. My forefinger and thumb rubbed her below while my teeth, lips and tongue worked on top, making Lizzy cry out longer. "Fuck me....fuck me, I'm getting there again...." she praised. If she'd gotten that close before and couldn't finish before I got there, I'd have to add something extra. I put my thumb into her next, which I presumed she could have done herself earlier. She couldn't keep her tongue on her pussy at the same time, though. It kept licking the top as I fucked her harder and deeper, only to have my tongue dive right back in the second I removed my thumb. "Ugh, yeah, harder," Lizzy urged. I tried licking her deeper, but perhaps that wouldn't cut it. When my tongue found her clit, I got a better idea. My forefinger and thumb returned to get a hold of her clit, tugging on it while I licked up every inch of her. Lizzy groaned deeper and breathed heavily, pushing herself onto my face and fingers. This helped distract her while I worked out my final move. In short order, I put my left index finger and forefinger into her, placed my left thumb underneath her pussy, placed my right fingers and thumb next to them, and put my tongue back on top of her opening. They all fucked, rubbed, tweaked and licked Lizzy up accordingly. "Oh, fucking God!" Lizzy called out. "Fuck, it's coming! Fuck, it's about time....fuck!" she gasped as she began letting herself go. I took my fingers out and put my tongue back inside Lizzy, right as she started cumming on it. My lips covered her up as well, helping me catch and swallow what she gave me. My tongue left her as she came down and rested against her lips, then my lips left her. My fingers gave her a few final rubs before I finally looked back up. Lizzy laid her head back, looking quite overcome and satisfied. "Oh, I was looking forward to that all day....worth waiting after all," she muttered. "Thanks," I said. After a few more moments, I got on my feet and asked, "So you are relaxed now?" "Yep," she replied. "That's always been relaxing for me." She paused and added, "So I know how it must be for people other than me." I didn't miss that she wasn't looking at my face anymore. "Wait...." it dawned on me. "You sure you're not too relaxed?" I double checked. If she was too relaxed and really needed rest -- or couldn't get enough energy back for the job -- it wouldn't be worth it. "I got some reserves left for this," Lizzy quipped. On that, she sat herself up and put her hands on my hips before I could move. Once she made sure I wasn't leaving, her right hand lowered my zipper, reached in and pulled me out. Without another word, she lowered her mouth on me and started sucking. And God, it was worth it. Lizzy gulped me down deep to set the tone, before massaging me more slowly. Her lips and tongue went up and down my shaft as she moaned quietly, yet she got louder before she came off. Without pausing, her mouth went to my underside and kissed it deeply, with the tip of her tongue soon replacing her lips. It went all the way to the bottom of my cock and went back up, right as her left hand grasped my wet erection. She pumped me below and resumed suckling my tip and head above, while moaning and dabbing her tongue on me. Her eyelids lowered as her alluring green eyes looked up at me, seeing me visibly melt at her skills. It was a blowjob that made my toes curl into my shoes, and made most of the rest of my body tingle. Lizzy took her time and made sure every inch of my cock was taken care of in some way. I didn't know if she learned this on her own or learned it in some way thanks to "Masters of Sex," but I couldn't look into it at that time. Lizzy put both hands on my shaft and concentrated her lips and tongue on my head, kissing and rubbing it on her lips. She took her lips lower and removed her right hand, promptly taking the top half of my cock into her hot mouth and bobbling down. Her left hand pumped me in tune with her mouth stroking me, as her right went right onto my ass. Although Lizzy had been so vocal and descriptive when I blew her, I had no words for my part. I didn't have the capacity to come up with them -- at least words other than "Ugh." Since my hands were just hanging there, I thought they could show my appreciation for me. My right tried by going onto Lizzy's cheek, resisting the urge to push her head down further. Instead, I brought it to the back of her neck, rubbing my thumb gently over the front to sooth her. The next thing I knew, Lizzy licked up my cock, blew on it and then kissed up to my head, so I presumed it worked. My left hand tried to massage her neck and shoulder too, which made Lizzy keep moaning on me. Maybe she would have regardless, but I wasn't about to make her come off and answer. However, she came off me anyway. With nothing on my cock, I took my hand off her in a bit of childish revenge -- or maybe just to put something on there. Before I could take over the job, though, Lizzy's hands went on her blouse instead of me. She lifted it over her head and threw it away, leaving her completely nude, as it turns out. I didn't see any nudity from Lizzy 11 years ago. I did see a share of it on "True Blood" and "Masters of Sex" so I already knew what I missed out on. But knowing it and seeing it were two different things, as I remembered while seeing her full breasts rise and fall. They must have been right between a B and C-cup -- maybe a B+. I had no vocal comment, and neither did Lizzy -- aside from her mouth going back on me. My hands rested on her shoulders again, but it was clear she wanted them lower. There was little else I wanted at that point too. Once I grabbed a hold of Lizzy's supple breasts, I pushed them up and put my palms on her nipples. I rubbed them as Lizzy rubbed my shaft, making us both moan in the process. I found my voice while cupping her tits and feeling her cup my balls, although it still just said, "Fuck, yes...." All of a sudden, Lizzy remembered to unbuckle my belt and take my pants and underwear down. I wanted to get them off my ankles, but I couldn't once Lizzy put her hands on my bare ass and went back to town. Gripping my ass tightly and pushing it forward, Lizzy bobbed up and down like I was really fucking her mouth. I almost did it myself, but I kept my hands on her tits and pushed them up in lue of pushing her head down. However, she got me down my throat without my help. I groaned to the heavens at that point, distracting me from Lizzy popping her mouth off. Strangely, she went the opposite approach from before and licked me all too slowly. The tip of her tongue dug into my slit, only to slide right down my shaft in a torturously slow manner. I kept speaking in only groans as Lizzy wrapped her lips around me, sucked oh so gently and moaned oh so deeply. She popped off, came back on and did the same, only with her tongue back on my slit. She came off, repeated the process and added a doe eyed glare up at me. Just when I thought I could take no more, Lizzy broke the gentle treatment and sucked me right down into her throat. I held onto her tits and tried to hold onto my cum for dear life, but Lizzy tried to suck it down directly. When it seemed she'd get close, she came off and completely let go of my cock, leaving me in hellish limbo. I almost forgot my pride and asked, "Please...." until Lizzy spared me by putting her tongue on my slit. She kept her mouth open and licked it up in plain sight, then slowly put her hands on my ass and her lips around my head. Finally, she moaned what sounded like approval for me to let go, with her lovely eyes encouraging me even further. A few more suckles was all the added approval I needed, and all I could take. I exploded right onto Lizzy's tongue and mouth, hoping I didn't churn out more than she could handle. She swallowed the opening spurts, but came off and let me land the rest into her open mouth. Mine was open for different reasons by then. After I finally got everything out, Lizzy closed her mouth, kissed my tip before it started deflating, and sat back down with a smirk. I didn't have that much energy for a while, as I merely had enough to collapse next to her on the couch. My bare ass was on it, but so was hers, so I had an excuse -- if I cared to make one. I had no comment on anything at that moment, leaving Lizzy to break the silence. "Interesting style you're going with," she noted, making me remember I was the only one with clothes on. With my shirt and shoes still on and my pants and underwear around my ankles, I looked as messy as Lizzy looked stunning -- nearly. "Would you feel better if we matched?" I asked, risking that she wouldn't want to. When Lizzy reached up and fiddled with the top button on my shirt, I figured it paid off. I kicked my shoes off and finally got my pants and undergarments on the floor. As for my shirt, I got it off myself and spared Lizzy the work. However, she worked on my chest in another way by kissing down to my nipples. For symmatry's sake, I put my hands back on her nipples in return. I hoped this gave me the go ahead to kiss them as well -- but I remembered there was something else I hadn't kissed. Going by the principle of 'first things first,' I chose to kiss Lizzy's mouth instead. While I knew her lips felt soft and hot on my cock, she had enough of that left over for my lips too. Her tongue slowly met mine as her hand went into my hair, and I kept one of mine on her tits. My free hand went onto her lower back and lowered her onto the couch, helping her to truly relax. I laid on top of Lizzy and kept kissing her slowly, not caring that my cock wouldn't feel the side effects for a while. Lizzy was more likely to get going again right now, so my left hand moved down her body as my mouth moved down to her neck. Her husky moans gave me a tiny little tingle, but that was all I could muster for now -- perhaps not for too long, though. As for her, I gave her more to go on when my finger returned to her pussy. It circled her gently while my mouth nibbled on her upper chest. At last, I reached her full breasts and pushed her right one up as my lips latched on. "Mmm....think you can get me wet again?" Lizzy challenged. "One of us should be," I muttered into her breast. "We can be more ambitious than that," Lizzy argued, as I felt her hand drift down. "I think you drained me too much for that," I pointed out. "Then who better to fill you back up, right?" she counter pointed as she held my flaccid cock. Despite her hand's talents, I wasn't gonna get back up any time soon. However, Lizzy had other tactics. Although I couldn't really go into her yet, she guided my head to her pussy and rubbed it against her lips. Admittedly, it gave me some sensation, and it sounded like she was getting some too. Lizzy wrapped her legs around my waist and began dry humping against me, letting our bare, drained genitals rub up on each other. With her tit in my mouth and free hand, and her groans serving as a soundtrack, I saw and felt a method to the madness. Both my hands went onto her hips as my lips went to her left breast. I got into humping her body and helped her tits bounce as a side effect, while I went back and forth on them. Eventually I went back to her mouth, just in time to cover both our moans. I'd gotten up to half mast by now from rubbing against Lizzy. To get the rest of it up, I took my growing cock and rubbed my head onto Lizzy's lower lips again. I didn't go in, although I could have now, but gliding and teasing her opening was enough at the moment. Lizzy stopped humping me and laid back, breaking our kiss. My mouth returned to her neck and my right hand went back on her chest, adding to her sensations. I felt my head getting fuller and wetter against her pussy, with the rest of my shaft not far behind. "See? There's always something to do," Lizzy bragged, setting up to reach down for my cock and pump it along. She even fingered herself and put some of the juices on my shaft for extra help. "Hold that thought," I forced out, ready to handle the next step. I moved her hand away from me and grabbed myself, teasing her pussy lips anew. This time, however, I put the head in when I was done. I slowly started pumping Lizzy and added more of myself with each thrust. Once I got comfortable, I rocked into her and went back to kissing her. But before long, I got all of me into her and I lifted my body up in the process. I settled into sitting on my knees on the couch, with Lizzy still on her back. She put her legs back around my hips as I reentered her, putting my hands on her waist for added balance. I quickly set a steady pace, leaving Lizzy to sit back and enjoy the show. She saw me thrust in and out of her, and saw my hand go back to her center for good measure. I teased her with the tip of my left finger, right as my right fingers teasingly slid up her body. They landed on her right breast and stayed there for a while, before making their way to her left. Lizzy looked and sounded like she was enjoying the journey regardless. She did try to reach towards me, but couldn't get far while she was on her back. I figured I would worry about that later -- yet Lizzy was more impatient. She bucked herself back against my groin, which didn't strike me as suspicious, or anything less than hot, As it turned out, she was building momentum to rise up, wrap her arms around me and sit up on my lap. All I could do was try not to fall on my back. Once I managed that, I started trying to adjust to the new position. Lizzy had a head start, holding on tight with her arms and legs and riding herself on me. I still needed to hold onto her in some way, so I settled on holding her ass. "Hello there," Lizzy teased when I had it all sorted out. She quickly pecked my lips and fucked herself on my cock even quicker. I did make myself catch up and meet her thrusts while keeping my hands locked on her ass. Lizzy's chest pressed against mine, keeping her tits from bouncing too much -- although they collided onto my chest quite well anyway. I watched her cleavage rise and fall, until I paid more attention further below. My fingers headed back for her pussy to help Lizzy along, despite how she was helping herself -- and me by extension. Nevertheless, there was no such thing as too much help for her. Both my index fingers did their job to make sure of that. "Oh, I like that," Lizzy filled me in. "Do you too?" she asked as her hips came down on me harder, skewering my answer. "I got no complaints," I answered accurately. "Good," Lizzy said. "Could use a rest, though." Lizzy actually unwrapped her legs around me, so I thought she was being literal. Before I got too upset, she pushed me down so that my back landed against the couch's arm after all. She kept her hands on my chest to keep me down, then settled herself back on top of me. In this context, relaxing meant lying on top of me as she slowly rode me again. It seemed to make a difference, as her seductive eyes and sultry smile sure looked relaxed in front of me. Her subsequent kisses were slow, steamy and relaxing as well, as she put a hand on my cheek and slid her tongue past my lips. My left hand went back to her ass and pussy while my right landed on her hair. She fucked me faster while somehow keeping her kisses slow, although my hips couldn't quite keep up. Yet at that moment, I was content to let Lizzy set the pace. I had just enough time to be amazed that snarky outcast Janis Ian/snarky actress Lizzy Caplan was doing this to me. Then again, these last several days should have taught me to expect anything. Like the fact I'd probably be cumming soon, despite being so drained earlier. In that case, I didn't have much time to help drain Lizzy. With that in mind, I pulled out all the stops I had left. I put my left forefinger back on her pussy, working it over along with my cock. In the meantime, my lips broke from her mouth and went to her left breast, while my right hand pushed up her right breast. Somehow amidst all this, I focused enough to fuck her faster than ever. It was a four way attack that drove Lizzy out of control, in a nice last minute change of pace. She moaned, yelled out a few fucks, and tried to buck herself back on my hips. But with my cock and finger working her and my mouth and hand working her chest, she was left to just ride it out. "Fuck me, make me cum!" Lizzy gritted, as if I wasn't going overboard to do that. I did have to slow my cock down so I wouldn't go with her, though. But my finger helped rub her further along, as my teeth and right hand tweaked her nipples enough too. Still, Lizzy's hips seemed to be getting a second wind. "Come on, cum for me...." I asked, for my sake and hers. Lizzy rode me deeper and helped herself, though I wasn't sure about me. With time for one last idea, I took my right hand off her tit and put it in front of her pussy -- rubbing it along while my left hand kept rubbing her in back. My mouth caught her breast and suckled it to add one more surge of pressure. "Yes! Yes, fucking...." Lizzy left hanging in lue of more moans. The last few seemed to signal that I'd done the trick. I suckled her nipple deeply one last time and pulled away, as my fingers and cock got her to the finish. Lizzy threw her head back and grabbed my shoulders, helping her stay steady as she rode her orgasm on me. I closed my eyes to ride out her release, making sure to look away when I opened them. I felt Lizzy's hips slowing down and heard her pant in relief -- though she'd probably remember my relief hadn't come before long. It didn't come at that moment, judging by how she laid back on the couch and slipped off me. I finally looked down to see Lizzy on her back, catching her breath. My cock was now out of her, erect and fairly wet. I looked at how close it was to going off, then looked down at Lizzy in the midst of her afterglow -- exhausted, satisfied and sexy as hell. The kind of sight that would make someone jack off then and there. All things considered, that was probably the most fitting way to end this. Even if I was the only one who'd really understand how. Before Lizzy's juices dried too much on my cock, I began pumping. I doubted I'd really need that much, as I studied Lizzy's wet opening and heaving chest before seeing her face. She locked eyes with me before seeing what I was doing, yet she didn't give out any reaction. Either I fucked them out of her, or she was ready to see the show. Maybe 20 percent of the first, 80 of the other. Either way, it was a show she'd get. My hand went faster and my thumb rubbed my head, feeling the pre cum coming out. I didn't have a specific plan on where to shoot, as I just wanted to get myself there. For the record, I had her stomach in range by the time I started boiling over. I was all but lost now -- too much to mind as Lizzy reached over and took the bottom of my shaft. My hand stayed on the top as Lizzy cheated and rubbed me to the finish line. Since she did, she made sure I shot my first few spurts on her stomach, then went up to her chest. She aimed the last few strands at her neck before we both let go of my shaft. It was deflating again, but it wasn't going back up any time soon. Not before I had to leave, anyway. There was still a few minutes left before we had to worry about that. I stayed quiet and got my head back in order, while Lizzy cleaned my cum off -- both with a tissue from her skirt and her own fingers. After licking them clean, she sat up and took it all in like I was doing. "You know I got myself off a lot on the set? Even late at night when no one was there," Lizzy temporarily made my blood go cold. "But clearly you can't get everything by yourself." "Clearly," was all I had for her. "You said the reunion's not all set yet. So all that's off the record by default, right?" Lizzy inquired. "Well....I can keep a secret if you can," I answered, knowing well it was one of the most truthful things I'd ever said. But I had two chances left to top that. Among other things I could wind up topping. As improbable as that looked right now.

Title: The Blaze: Episode 3 - Falling Prey by Ebon Jackal Tags: Bad Language, Compassion, Near Future, No-Yiff, Sci-Fi, Violence (Not In Yiff) AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, here it is. For any out there who were anticipating this one, I'm sorry it took so long to get done. School and such things got in the way, and I'd like to thank you for your paitience. For those hopping into this for the first time, welcome! Remember, comments of any sort are always welcome here or by e-mail. Also, I'd like to give a big thanks to Klesk Vadrigaar for his continuing support and help. You rock, man! :-) Anyway, without further ado, enjoy. The Blaze Episode 3: Falling Prey Planet Masse Blitz Baumwolle's Pub August 2, 2200 AR Chase landed hard against the table, the force of the blow knocking the wind out of him. "Damn it, if I'd only brought my staff..." he whispered, then inhaled sharply and stood up again. His opponent, a tall black bear, had managed to throw him a fair distance, and was now smirking with glee. He obviously thought that the wolf was done. He would soon realize just how wrong he was. "Want more, wolf?" the bear taunted. "Gimme, gimme..." Chase raised his paw, taunting the bear with a curl of his arm. The fool huffed and charged forward, claws out and ready to slash. Before the bear reached him, Chase lashed out with a snap kick to his stomach, then a spinning punch to send him flying backward a short distance. "Ugh! Lucky shot." the bear said, panting and clutching the point of impact. "Not lucky. Skilled." The wolf flashed a satisfied smile, then turned to face Pyro, who was busy fighting off a pug. "Yo, Pyro!" "Yeah?" Pyro answered, kicking his foe to knock him away. "Can we get some music in here?" Chase nodded at the jukebox right next to his dog friend. Pyro looked at the jukebox, then back to his leader. "Sure thing, Chase! Any requests?" "Punch the rock search key!" Pyro obeyed, practically smashing the button with his paw. The jukebox began its randomized search for any sort of rock music being played on or off the planet. It soon returned a good heavy metal track with a fast, pulsing beat and blaring guitar chords. "Bonito!" Chase yelled. "Some fighting music! Just what I needed!" Chase jumped away from the table, searching for another victim. Adam and Kai, meanwhile, had been attacked by a pair of identical bobcats. The two birds were backed up against the bar, and the felines were closing in for the kill. Perfect. They had fallen for an obvious trap! "Up and over?" Adam suggested. "Do it!" Kai responded. The two ran toward their opponents, only to spread their wings and glide over the feline's heads as they jumped into the air. Of course, the bobcat twins weren't expecting such a move. Adam and Kai each delivered a powerful kick to their opponents backs, which sent them falling forward onto the bar. From underneath the bar, Masaru and Jess emerged, breaking a bottle of liquor over each feline's head. "Classic." Masaru commented before giving Jess a high paw. The poor cats could only groan and pass out for a short while. Blake had somehow managed to find a wisecracking tiger to battle. The big cat kept slashing violently with his claws, and Blake just barely dodged each time. The tiger breathed in angrily, obviously a little annoyed that his target remained unscathed. "Hold still, you little fuck!" he suddenly growled. "Not a chance, man!" Blake quipped, then ducked under another slicing shot from the tiger. Though he seemed calm, in his mind he was screaming "I need some help over here!" The rat's wait wasn't long. Chase soon came rushing to his aid, head butting the tiger in the ribs. The feline cried out in surprise, then stumbled back a few steps. "Get away from my little buddy!" Chase said, glaring tauntingly at his opponent. "Why you gotta pick on someone smaller than you?" "Ass." the tiger mumbled, then glanced around to find the rest of the furs gathered there with him having some difficulty themselves. He flashed an angry glower at Chase, then ran for the door of the pub. "Retreat, men!" he yelled to his friends. "We're in over our heads!" His group ran out the door, as he stayed behind to deliver his final word. "Round one to you!" the tiger bellowed. "Don't get used to it! The Hunters don't take to losing! See ya later!" He turned away and ran outside to join his allies. The song on the jukebox ended seconds later. Chase's gang all made for the center of the room, gathering in a small circle to discuss the events of the past few minutes. "The Hunters, huh?" Chase said to his gathered friends. "Anyone ever heard of them before?" "I have." Blake chimed. "They just kinda popped up one day. Not a really dangerous group, and they're all hoverboarders to boot!" "A hoverboard gang?" Kai said, then gave an amused chuckle. "Now, that's something you don't see too much anymore." "So, is there any reason you know about them, Blake?" Adam queried. "Heard about them bragging a big heist they pulled off at that department store uptown." the rat answered. "Says in the papes that they just stormed in, robbed a few of the electronics shops, then jet. It's odd, though." "What is?" Jess asked. "When they were robbing the place, there was one dude that seemed to be leading them. I think the papes said something about a big green dragon on a nitrous board that made it his job to collect all of the loot and get it out before the cops started showing up." "So? Pyro inquired, passing out cigarettes to the others. "I didn't see a dragon!" Blake exclaimed. "Did any of you?" The others stopped. Suddenly, it occurred to all of them that no one had seen the dragon in question at all during the fight. "It's probably nothing." Masaru said, lighting up his cigarette. "Maybe he was out swiping some better hoverboard parts or something." "Maybe." Blake admitted. The gang fell silent and scattered around the pub again. After a half an hour of hanging around, Jess tossed her unlit cigarette to the ground and walked over to the coat rack. "What're you doing?" Pyro asked, scurrying over to pick up the cigarette Jess had thrown away. "I'm gonna take a spin." Jess answered, pulling her jacket on. "Anyone else wanna come?" The others shook their heads. "'Kay, guess that means I'm soloing." "Careful out there, Jess." Chase called before she got out the door. "The Hunters might be around, and they're probably still pissed off." "Those wusses?" Jess smirked and chuckled. "I think I can handle them." With that, the rabbit girl gave a salute and walked out the door. \*\*\*\*\* Jess was never a big fan of riding alone, and she could never understand why. She always just assumed it was because of her image that she had to protect. She was the only female in any of the gangs, downtown or uptown. This alone made her an easy target for the prejudice of the other punks in town, and it always made her uncomfortable to think about everything she had to do to maintain her appearance as a fierce girl. Needless to say, most of the other bikers never took her seriously until she'd mangled a few of their limbs. How she wished that, just once, there could be a gang member who would not take her for her gender alone. There was more to it, though. She had long since given up on having a serious relationship with anyone at all. After all, if she opened up even a little to show the rest of the gangs that she still had a soft side, she'd lose every bit of her image. However, after she saw Chase and Rose together, she had started longing for what they had. Now, more than ever, she wanted to have a caring guy in her life. Jess shook her head clear of her worries as she rode over the Pass. She felt like taking a stroll in the park for some reason. "Nice day out." she thought. "Hate to waste it cooped up in the warehouse." Her bike hummed softly as she slowed down a little. No sooner had Jess caught sight of the park gates when a plasma bolt blew a hole in her front tire. She had to bail from the bike as it skittered out of control and fell on its side. Looking to the gates, she saw the Hunters gathered on their matching black hoverboards with pistols in their paws. Jess stood her ground, shaking, as the Hunters circled in around her. "Hiya, honey." the tiger from the gang said, raising his pistol to his mouth and blowing the smoke off its barrel. "Whatcha doing out here all by yourself?" "I was..." "Stow it, girl!" the little pug called out, pointing his pistol at Jess's head. The other Hunters followed suit, and Jess was suddenly overwhelmed with a horrible realization. Chase was right, the Hunters were still pretty pissed off. Enough so that they were ready to kill her if she made any false moves. She considered lashing out for just a moment, but she knew that she would be gunned down if she so much as flinched. "What's wrong, bunny?" the bear said evilly. "Not gonna fight back?" "What a shame." one of the twin bobcats chimed in. "I was hoping..." "...that she'd at least throw a punch." the other one finished the statement. Jess stared them down, unable to hide her increasing fear. She was gonna die out here! Finally, she looked back to the tiger. "G'night, girly!" he said, nodding to the others. Jess closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the searing pain of the plasma bolts to flash through her. "Hold on!" a new voice called out. Jess felt her eyes open, and from the park gates came a tall dragon punk riding on a blue nitrous hoverboard. His green, scaly body was covered by a black hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans. His eyes were the feature that caught Jess the most, though. They were a steely grey, almost emotionless, but they gave off a hint of something deep and hidden. The dragon stared at Jess for a moment, then he turned his gaze to the tiger. "Cutter!" the tiger cried out, shocked at the dragon's arrival. "We were just... uh..." "Stripes?" the dragon said coldly. "Yes?" the tiger answered. "Come here for a second." The dragon curled his finger, beckoning Stripes over to him. Stripes obeyed timidly, slowly approaching the dragon on his board. As soon as he was close enough, the dragon lashed out, slapping him hard in the face. "You stupid son of a bitch! What did I tell you about pulling this kinda shit?!" "Come on, Cutter!" Stripes answered, rubbing his face. "She's with that gang from the bar I told you about!" "I don't care!" Cutter screamed angrily. "You know what your problem is? You don't think before you act! You do anything you feel like anytime you feel like doing it! Guess what. If you hadn't started that fight, you wouldn't have gotten your tail handed to you! Besides, just cause you lost a fight, it don't give you the right to gun down the winner! That's just plain stupid! Now, gimme the gun." The dragon boy held out his hand, waiting for Stripes to comply. "Cutter-" "Gimme!" Cutter cut him off, giving an icy stare. Stripes hung his head and put his pistol in Cutter's hand. "That's better. Now the rest of you." The dragon glided through the group on his board, collecting the guns one by one. "Y'all go back in the park, I'll have a word with you later!" The Hunters all boarded through the park gates, and the dragon turned to Jess with his cold eyes, slipping the guns into his pockets. Jess was thoroughly freaked out at this point. It was fairly obvious that this was the dragon who was leading the Hunters, and after she saw him attack a member of his own gang, she became afraid of what he might do to her. What she was met with was something she would never have expected. The dragon's glare seemed to soften, and his steel eyes allowed a little sympathy to come forth. "You alright?" Cutter asked. "Huh?" "Did they hurt you?" "No. I'm fine." "Good." Cutter got off his board and approached slowly. "Excuse the rest of the gang. Stripes has a bad habit of taking over my job and pulling dumb stunts." "So, then, I guess that makes you their leader." "Correct." The dragon smiled and held out his hand. "Name's Cary Bellingsly, everyone calls me Cutter." Jess looked at his hand strangely, then realized that Cutter was trying to be courteous. She took hold of his hand with her paw, and she was astonished at how easily it was lost in his grasp. "Pleasure." Jess replied. "And you are?" "Jess Baumwolle." "Jess. That's a nice name." Cutter smiled. "Good to know you." "Hmm?" Jess hummed, confusion in her voice. "What? Am I not allowed to be nice to such a pretty girl?" Jess looked up a bit, letting her eyes lock with his. They were almost completely different now, looking softer and perhaps a little kind instead of emotionless and cold like before. "Sorry." Jess answered. "I really didn't expect to be-" "Treated like this after you slammed my gang?" the dragon finished her sentence. "Actually, I'm glad you and yours did that. Stripes and the others need to learn to take a beating, especially when they go looking for one." "I see." Jess giggled and smiled. "Glad we could help." "Me, too." Cutter let go of Jess's paw and got back onto his board. "Hey, can I ask you something?" Jess said, not wanting to end the conversation too soon. "Shoot." "You do stunt shows on that thing?" Jess looked down at his nitrous board. "Sure do." Cutter replied, performing a perfect kickflip. "Actually, there's a skate contest in this park tomorrow afternoon. Maybe you should swing by and take a look." "I'll try to." Jess walked over to her bike, picking it up off the ground. "You gonna walk all the way downtown?" Cutter called after her as she started to leave. "Sure am." "You want me to tow that for you? My board's got some serious hauling power!" "No, thanks. Besides..." Jess hesitated. She didn't want to speak her mind, not on this matter. "What's wrong, Jess?" "My leader, Chase. He's... had a bad history with dragons." "Why? What happened?" "Maybe I shouldn't say." Cutter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He understood that Jess was a little uncomfortable with the subject, and he wanted to respect her privacy. She might be a member of a rival gang, but that didn't give him any reason to invade on personal issues. "Okay, whatever tricks your ride, Jess." he finally said. "See you tomorrow?" "Like I said, I'll try." Jess waved farewell as she started jogging back toward the Pass. While she slowly built up speed and ran alongside her bike, she replayed through the events of the past few hours in her head. In a short while, she had helped beat a new gang, nearly died by their paws, and befriended their leader. It was a quick sequence of occurrences, and the final one seemed a little bit strange to her. Had she actually made friends with that dragon? Was she losing it? What if this meant that she would slip soon and let her feminine instincts and feelings take her over? She was overwhelmed by her anxieties, but she was feeling more and more peaceful every second of it. \-The Next Day- The afternoon was decent enough outdoors. The sun was letting its rays shine past the polluted atmosphere, the wind was calm and cool, and there wasn't as much of a rank smell in the air as there usually was. Jess had been fortunate; Chase had plenty of spare tires stashed in the warehouse and was handy enough with a wrench to get the job done. Now, she was riding uptown again to catch the skateboard contest. Jess hadn't really mentioned to the others what she was doing. As far as they knew, she was just out for a spin and would return in about an hour or so. If Chase had known she going to watch the leader of the Hunters performing in a stunt contest, he would have dismantled her bike just to make sure she wouldn't leave! She knew that he would never approve of her even looking at the dragon, much less attending any event that he was involved with. Jess arrived at the park as the light of the sun was beaming proudly in the sky above. It almost seemed to applaud her defiance of her leader's specist views. Ever since he was a young cub, Chase had harbored a deep hatred of all dragons. Jess understood his reasons, and she was always sympathetic to him because of them. After all, she'd probably hate dragons, too, if one had... "And a brilliant performance from Rancid McJeeves!" Jess's thoughts were broken by the sound of a voice on a loudspeaker and the thunderous applause of furs watching the skate contest inside the park. Jess parked her bike and walked through the gates. A short way down the path, there was a large crowd with an announcer booth behind them sitting in the grass around a makeshift obstacle course. Traffic cones, ramps of various sizes, rails already marred from harsh grinds; standard fare for most hoverboarders. There was even a fake staircase at the start of the course, and it hid nicks and scrapes all over it. Jess guessed that they must have been near the end of the contest. She only hoped that she'd popped in soon enough to see Cutter. "And now, guys and gals, for the final performance of the day. This kid might be a wingless, but he don't need wings to get serious air! Lemme hear ya make some noise for Cary 'Cutter' Bellingsly!" The crowd obliged, screaming and clapping until their clamor rivaled that of a thunderstorm. While this was going on, Jess looked at the false staircase to find Cutter ascending them with his board tucked under his arm. He looked excited, but intensely focused. Without a doubt, he was going to be attempting a difficult run. Jess's curiosity was piqued by something the announcer had said. She examined Cutter's back as he climbed the faux stairs, and found that there were no wing holes cut into his hoodie. Jess felt like a complete idiot! How had she not noticed it before? Cutter had no wings; a rather unusual thing for dragons on Masse. Maybe there was more to him than she had first predicted, then. Cutter reached the top of the stairs and, after flipping a small switch on its underside, let his hoverboard fall to the ground, air pads first. The board let out a small 'whoosh' as the air pads began their work, funneling air from thousands of microscopic holes in the deck and pushing it out at nearly mach velocity. Cutter put one foot on his board as it began to rise, leaving the other on the ground. Jess and the rest of the crowd fell silent. His run was about to begin. "Are the judges ready?" the announcer asked over his loudspeaker. Two furs from in front of the crowd raised their pencils to signal yes. "Cutter, are you ready?" Cutter looked over to him and gave a slow nod. "Alright, start the countdown!" The crowd joined in as Cutter knelt down and put his energy into his foot, waiting to start. "3... 2... 1... tear it up!" A fast-paced rock song blasted onto the loudspeaker, and Cutter pushed off with all the force he could find. Jess waited, half afraid that he would fall flat on his face. Instead, Cutter forced the back end of the board down and stuck the stairs with it as he descended. It sounded like a bunch of firecrackers going off in rapid succession. Cutter landed safely and barreled forward toward a long line of traffic cones. Just before he reached them, he forced his board into a floating 360, and he reached down to slap the pavement with his hands. Next, Cutter went onto a ramp, performing an atomic board grab in midair. He landed with the back of his board grinding against a rail. He continued this all the way down, then jumped off with a perfect 180 kickflip. As he plowed ahead, he hit a vertical ramp at top speed and was slung into the air. He completed a swift 540 with a frontside grab before he landed on the other side and used his foot to speed himself up again. "Cutter's doing well, but he'd better kick it up a notch if he wants to make a strong finish!" The announcer's voice rang out just as Cutter kicked the nitrous tank on the back of the board. Instantly, he received a speed boost from the momentary burst of fuel through the mini-blasters in the back. It wore off just as Cutter touched onto the final ramp. Once airborne, Cutter's body became a hypnotizing swirl as he began to do a fast combination of 360's and backflips. He looked more like a skydiver than a hoverboarder. It lasted for several seconds, and Cutter touched down five feet away, not even struggling to maintain his balance. The gathered crowd, Jess included, sat in total awe for a moment or two, then broke out into wild applause. "And there it is, all! Cutter's signature move, the 'Starburst Hurricane!' Wow!" The announcer seemed just as impressed as everyone else. Cutter stood silently, letting the applause ring clear as he picked up his board and switched of the air pads. After the air had stopped flowing, he walked into the crowd and looked around anxiously. Jess noticed him as he finally got through to the back. "Pretty impressive stuff, dragon boy." she called out, waiting for him to turn his head toward her with an excited and pleased smile on his face. "Wish I could do that." "Jess!" Cutter's face lit up even more, and he walked over to shake paws with the rabbit girl. "Alright, you made it after all!" "Just in time to watch you." Jess admitted, nodding. "I've never really liked hoverboarding stunts that much, but those were some of the most incredible things I've ever seen!" "Thanks." Cutter replied, modesty in his tone. "I mean, other than my Hurricane, all of those are pretty basic stunts. I never really worked too hard on putting that run together." "Ask me, I say that last move alone oughta win you the contest!" "Let's hope." A few minutes later, after the applause had died down and the judges had visited the announcer's booth, a voice came onto the loudspeaker once more. "Well, the contestants have shredded, the judges have spoken, and Inferno City's champion boarder is about to be crowned!" A few moments of silence followed. "They've gone... for Cutter Bellingsly!" The crowd cheered loudly in celebration, and Cutter's voice cut through their cries with more vigor than that of the entire audience. He accidentally embraced Jess, who returned it before she realized what she was doing. Even after that, however, she held on and said "Good work, Cutter!" "Thanks, Jess!" Cutter replied, releasing her. Jess looked him over once more. His smile couldn't be disguised, but it didn't seem like just a smile of victory. There was something else, something... welcoming, inviting, and strangely adorable. It was completely different from when she had first seen him the day before. "Cutter!" All of the gathered crowd silenced. The announcer, a young timber wolf, had walked onto the stunt area with a wireless microphone in his paw and was beckoning to Cutter. The dragon waved a temporary farewell to Jess, then proceeded to join the wolf where he stood. "Cutter Bellingsly, in all my time I have never seen boarding techniques of that caliber from someone as young as you. You truly deserve the title of Inferno's Champion Boarder! And, to commemorate you..." The announcer stopped and raised his other paw. In it was a shimmering diamond pin in the shape of an ancient skateboard. The gathered crowd looked on in envy as Cutter accepted the pin from the announcer wolf, then attached in to the outside of his hood. "Wear that symbol well, Cutter! It shows any in doubt that you are one of the greatest in this part of the planet!" The wolf turned around in a short circle and concluded with "Let's hear it again for our new champion, Cutter Bellingsly!" For the final time that day, Cutter opened his ears and let himself bask in the thunderous praise of the crowd. \*\*\*\*\* Jess and Cutter had remained behind after the crowd had departed and the obstacle course had been broken down. Now they were sitting on a bench, watching the light change as the sun slowly set in the polluted skies. Jess was curious about Cutter, and she decided to ask him a few things. "So, Cutter, can I ask you some questions?" "Sure, whatever you wanna know." "When did you start hoverboarding?" "Well, it's kind of a long story. See, I was born in a small town really close to here. At first my family was glad to have me, but then they noticed something horribly wrong. I'm a wingless, and my family was totally embarrassed. My old man didn't want a freak for a son, so he kicked me out on my fourth birthday." Cutter turned to face Jess and smiled. "Some birthday present, huh?" Jess frowned. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-" "It's okay. You didn't. Anyway, ever since that day, I've been living on the streets." "Wow." Jess was suddenly beginning to admire the dragon boy. She couldn't even begin to imagine life without Blitz to care for her, and now she was face to face with someone who never knew what having parents was like. "That must be tough." "Oh, you have no idea. Soon, I had to start stealing food and money to stay alive. That's what caused me to start hoverboarding." Jess gave Cutter a questioning look. "How?" "One day when I was six, I was caught trying to rob a restaurant. The cops got called, and I ran away. They chased me for about ten blocks, and I thought they were gonna catch me for sure. Then, as I passed up the local ride shop, I saw a working hoverboard floating in the window. I busted the window, grabbed the board and took off fast. The cops would never see me again, because I rode until I was inside of this city. I stopped in an old construction yard to rest. I think they were planning to build a big factory there or something. Anyway, before I fell asleep, I realized just how fun the ride had been, how good the wind had felt against my face, how sweet the speed was. In a way, it kinda made up for those feelings of flight that I'd just never get. So, ever since then, boarding's just been a part of me. I've made money off of it, too, whether it was winning bets or performing in nearby contests." Jess nodded and smiled at him once he had finished. Now her admiration for the dragon couldn't be denied. She felt that he really had lived a pretty bad life so far, and that he was a very strong fur for living through it. Though now, something else came to her mind. Cutter had embraced her after his run. She was certain that he knew he had done it, but had he let it happen on purpose or was it a happy accident? Maybe he was more than just strong. Perhaps he had retained a little kindness as well. "So, anything else you wanna know, Jess?" Cutter asked, his eyes seeming to sparkle in the slowly fading light. "Actually, yeah. There was one more thing." Jess turned her whole body and looked him in the eyes. "Earlier in the park, did you really mean to catch me in the hug, or did you even know it was happening?" Cutter flinched a bit, and he seemed to grow a little nervous. "Well, I-" "Hey, Bellingsly!" an angry shout sounded from behind. Cutter turned around fast to see a teenage lizard staring him down angrily. The dragon recognized him almost immediately. "Whatcha want, Rancid?" Cutter asked in a slightly annoyed tone. "I'll tell you what I want! Gimme that pin, you cheating shit!" Rancid held out his clawed hand, and something dripped off of his left index claw. Cutter groaned and rolled his grey eyes, which were slowly becoming cold and unforgiving again. "First off, no. Earn it fair and square, like I did. Second, don't tell me you're trying that old poison-tipped claw routine. C'mon, man! That's, like, ancient!" "Damn it, that title belongs to me! I refuse to give up my old place to a wingless freak for the second year in a row!" Rancid was obviously growing more and more annoyed with each moment. Cutter tensed up a little, his eyes immediately turning to their emotionless state. "Big mistake, Rancid." The dragon began to rise from the bench. "Never... mention... the wings!" "Cutter..." Jess tried to stop Cutter, but to no avail. He began to charge toward Rancid in a blind rage, and his angry war cry echoed through the trees of the park. Just before Rancid could be struck, Cutter was kicked hard in the stomach and sent sprawling to the ground from the hit. "Nice job, wingless!" Rancid taunted, moving closer and raising his claws. "Fine, if you won't give up the pin without a fight..." The lizard brought his claws down fast across Cutter's face. At least, they came close. In the nick of time, a furry white paw caught the claws just above Cutter's face. Cutter looked up from his place in the grass to see Jess gripping his foe's forearm tightly, preventing him from moving. "What're you doing, Jess?" he asked, confused and a little concerned. "I still owe you." Jess responded, then twisted Rancid's arm with a sickening pop. "Christus!" Rancid screamed in complete pain and fell to the ground clutching his arm, screaming and tearing up. "Couldn't win this one by yourself, Bellingsly? Had to call in your bitch, didn't you?" Jess kicked Rancid in the stomach, then again in the head. "Shut up, before I break the rest of your bones!" Casually, she turned and walked toward the park gates. Cutter rose from his position on the ground, looked at Jess walking away, then back at Rancid, then back to Jess again. "Wow!" he thought to himself. "Now, that is one tough girl! My mind's made up. I can't pass up something like this!" Cutter ran to catch up with her, grabbing his hoverboard from under the park bench on the way out. \*\*\*\*\* Jess had just reached the Pass on her bike when she thought she saw someone coming up fast out of the corner of her eye. She slowed down a little to let her follower catch up. To her surprise, Cutter soon rode up alongside her on his hoverboard. "Hold on a sec, Jess. Can I talk to you for a while longer?" Cutter asked. "Okay, sure." Jess answered, slowing to a halt. Cutter did so as well, then stepped off of his board. "That was amazing." the dragon remarked. "What was?" "What you did to Rancid. I had no idea you were that strong!" "Oh, that. That's nothing. Just a broken arm. Besides, you had already saved my life once, so I figured I needed to return the favor." "Remind me never to get on your bad side, then, if you think breaking an arm is nothing" Jess turned her face to him, and Cutter could see that she had a severe look of doubt. "Cutter, do you honestly think that we'll ever see each other again after this?" "Don't see why not." he replied. "How can you be sure?" "Look, Jess, I never really answered your question before. That hug in the park, it wasn't something I meant to do. Any other time, I would've just called that an accident and left it alone. Problem is, something like that doesn't just happen outta nowhere. I mean, I'm not a very clingy guy, so contact like that isn't anything that just comes naturally to me." Jess shrugged, but a little optimism couldn't be hidden in her tone. "First time for everything." "Not with me. Besides, I gotta say, I've been thinking about you a lot since I saved you yesterday. Now, in my experience, whenever you find someone and can't get them outta your mind, there's something more there than just a new acquaintance. It's happened to me every time I meet a girl who's... well, something special. And, by Dieu, you're definitely a special girl!" "How?" "I've never met a girl quite like you. You're tough, brave, but you can be pretty gentle and caring at the same time. Ask me, that's something only one in a million furs can be. Besides, you could've broken off that hold I had you in, but you didn't. Why not? You knew it was happening." "How could I have-?" "C'mon. Why would you ask me about it if you didn't know it happened?" Jess chewed over the dragon's words. It was true, she could have just as easily torn away from him, but she let herself get wrapped up in his embrace. That plus the fact that he wasn't treating her like most of the other gang members would made him almost undeniably different as a fellow fur. He seemed to genuinely respect her for her personality, not to mention that he had saved her from his own gang when they were about to get their revenge for a crushing defeat. Maybe Cutter was right. Perhaps there was more than just coincidence in their meeting. "Okay, Cutter." Jess said at last. "You're right. About everything." "Was I?" "Yeah. And, I admit, I feel almost the same way as you do. I mean, you've been treating me better than any guy I've ever met, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either. Besides, ever since you saved me, I've been feeling something strange. Not bad, just..." "Something new to you, right?" Jess locked eyes with Cutter and nodded. "Yes. But, something's still bugging me. No guy's ever just been a friend right away. Why would you?" "Simple. At the time, you were in trouble. Kinda like a damsel in distress situation. Anyway, after I heard what Stripes said about you being in one of the gangs, I was sold! I never thought I would find a girl like that, and I wanted to at least try at getting to know you a little more. And, now that I do, I have no doubts. It was real, everything I was feeling from the start." Jess's heart was pounding in her chest. One last question remained. "So, does that mean that you-?" "Yes. It does." "I didn't even ask yet." "You don't have to. I knew what you were thinking. I guess the real question is, can you prove to me that you feel the same way?" Jess smirked and leaned in close. "You know anyplace really private?" Cutter gave a confused stare for a moment, then his face seemed to glow with joy as he understood what the rabbit meant. "Sure. Follow me, I've got just the place." "Right behind you, Cutter!" Jess smiled as Cutter starting moving forward on his board, and she lightly stepped on the accelerator to follow his lead. \*\*\*\*\* Jess and Cutter arrived downtown at a large construction yard with a wooden shed just as the setting sun was turning the sky a pleasant shade of deep pink. The rabbit girl parked her bike and dismounted, looking around. The site looked abandoned, like the area hadn't been used in years. The metal girders were still exposed and several were riddled with rust. "Like it?" Cutter asked, motioning to the unfinished building. "What is this place?" "Remember how I told you I slept at a construction site when I first came here?" "Yeah." "I loved it so much, I've been crashing here every night since." "How could you have slept around here?" "I'll show you." Cutter beckoned to Jess as he floated over to the nearby shed. Jess followed, and the dragon boy stopped in front of the door as he got off his board. Tucking his board under his arm and putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned back to his rabbit friend and said "Promise not to laugh." Jess nodded and Cutter opened the shed's door. Inside was something Jess wasn't expecting to see at all. Instead of construction tools left behind by workers, the shed was filled with furniture! A leather armchair in one corner, a black night stand and a bed in another. In the back stood a wooden workbench built into the wall, as well as a space filled with pegs and hooks for hanging small repair tools on. Several types of manual screwdrivers and other small tools were scattered on the workbench, along with what seemed to be spare hoverboard parts. The entire place was illuminated by a single light bulb which shone in the center of the ceiling. Instead of laughing, Jess let out a gasp. "Nice digs, Cutter!" "Thanks. It didn't get like this overnight." Cutter said as he ushered Jess inside and closed the door behind them. "When I first came here, it was padlocked and filled with all kinds of crap. I broke in with a rusty crowbar. After I got a little money, I was able to buy the bed and the chair from a used furniture store uptown. I raided that night stand from a landfill, and all of those tools were already here when I came." "Now I can see why you've been here every night." "It's the closest thing I have to a home." "What do you do for food?" "Let's just say that once you've learned to mooch, it stays with you." Jess chuckled. "I see." "Anyway, I'm glad you like it here." Cutter slid his board under the bed and took a seat in the armchair. "You're one of the few fortunate furs besides me who's ever seen the inside." Jess gave a curious glance at the dragon. "I'm not the first?" Cutter suddenly took on a more serious look. "Nope. I've... invited plenty of ladies inside." Jess began to worry a little. "You have?" Cutter heaved a weary sigh. "Jess, I'm not gonna keep secrets. If you can't accept me for all I am, then it won't work between us. The truth is, I've seen a lot of girls in the past. So, needless to say, I haven't always been alone in that bed. But, as always, there is a drawback to that." The dragon paused and hung his head, and his tone betrayed a feeling of desolation and loneliness. "Every time, I thought I'd found the right one. Every time, I was wrong. I failed time and time again, but I never really gave up. I just wanted to believe so badly that I could be like any normal fur out there, but I guess that my obvious condition kinda scared all of them off. Just like my folks, they didn't wanna be known as someone who loved a wingless." Cutter body began to shake, and his steely eyes filled with tears. "I miss being able to love. How can I ever be sure it's real anymore? I don't know what to think." Jess stood silent, watching Cutter break down in front of her. At this point, she wasn't concerned with Cutter's past womanizing. No longer did he seem like the powerful fur she had seen the day before. Instead, he looked like a helpless child that was only waiting for a friendly paw. She could hardly believe it. Maybe Cutter hadn't weathered life as well as she thought at first. "Cutter." Jess choked out, walking over to him and kneeling down to bring her face level with his. "Please, calm down. It's alright." The rabbit leaned in, kissing away a single tear that rolled down Cutter's left cheek. "There's someone here for you now, and she doesn't give a shit whether you're a wingless or whether you had the most gorgeous wings on Masse!" Cutter's tears seemed to disappear almost instantly. "You mean that?" "Of course. Cutter, it's not you're fault that you were born that way, and you shouldn't have to go through hell because of it. Trust me, I've felt the same way as you do right now. It sucks being a girl in a gang, cause nofur ever takes you seriously until you teach them respect the hard way. The gang's my only way to survive, and I hate having to take all the crap from the others around. But, you wanna know what the worst part of it is?" "What?" "I never thought I'd find the right guy. No guy would ever go for the 'tough girl' type. At least, that's what I thought until you came along. You were friendly from the start, you didn't even seem to care that I was in a biker gang. And now, here we are." Cutter could feel his composure return as he absorbed Jess's speech. "So, I guess we were kinda good for each other, huh?" "Yep." Jess smiled softly and brought her arms around the dragon's neck, nuzzling against his face scales. "Why else would I have come here without a fight?" "What about this Chase guy? Aren't you worried about what he'll do if he finds out?" "Forget him! He's just being a specist bastard." Cutter's eyes widened in awe. "Jess! Pretty bold thing to say about your leader." Jess stopped her nuzzling and looked into Cutter's eyes once more. "Look, don't get me wrong. Chase is a great guy and I really do like him, but I don't think he really needs to feel anything against you. Dragon or not, you're a friend, and nothing he can say or do will change how I feel." "Why's he hates dragons so much?" "He... has his reasons, Cutter. I don't think you really wanna know, though." "'Kay. I won't pry." Cutter's mouth loosened into a warm smile. "Now, back to business. Who said I wanted you to stop cuddling?" Jess returned his smile and went back to rubbing her face against Cutter's. The dragon responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. For both of them, the feel of their partner's face against their own was new and more than pleasant. For long while, neither even so much as breathed, merely closing their eyes and letting the loving feelings flow through them. Cutter pulled away gently after a while, looking into the rabbit girl's eyes. In his mind, they held a rare beauty, an understanding and empathy that no other fur could ever give. Had he been able to see it, he would have known that Jess was seeing the very same thing in him. Everything that neither had dared to hope for from the other was coming forth and mingling contentedly. Jess suddenly closed her eyes and took Cutter's face into her paws. Pulling him forward, her lips touched his, and the dragon let out a muffled breath of surprise. After a moment, he found his own eyes closing and the same sense of absolute joy engulfing him. With his arms still around the rabbit girl, he gently caressed her back as she deepened the kiss. Cutter parted his mouth just as Jess did, tempted to slide his tongue inside. At that same moment, he realized that he was giving in to something dangerous. Lust was attacking him again, as it had in the past. This time, however, it wasn't just his heart on the line. What if this Chase found out about what he and Jess were doing? What would he say? Cutter opened his eyes and looked down to see Jess's paw moving toward the bulge in his jeans. His own clawed hand came down quick, catching hers. "Wait." he whispered through the kiss. Jess stopped and looked up at him, confused. "Cutter?" "Jess, we shouldn't." He looked down at her paw and released it from his grip. "It's too soon for something like this. Besides, it's getting late. You'd better get home soon, or Chase is gonna get worried. Or suspicious." "But, Cutter, I'm not afraid of that." "I am." Cutter gazed into her eyes and spoke softly. "Jess, I'm not taking any risks here. I only just found the one girl who'd ever keep me as I am, and I'm not gonna throw that away. I don't want anything to happen to you, especially not at your own leader's paw. Understand me, I love you. That's why we have to let this wait." Jess could feel her eyes fill with tears, but she held them back. "How long?" "Until we both know it's time. I hope that won't be very long." "Me, too." She gave Cutter another quick kiss, then gently lifted his arms off and rose from the floor. Just before she got out the door, she asked over her shoulder "When will I see you next?" "Whenever fate decides to deal me a good hand again." Cutter replied sadly. "Alright." She waved farewell. "Until then." The dragon returned the gesture. "Good night, Jess, and drop by soon. If I'm not here, check for me uptown." "Will do." Jess walked outside and got onto her bike. She did not notice that she had forgotten to close the door. As she began to ride away into the last scraps of light, Cutter watched her leave through the open doorway of the shed. "Stay safe, hon." he thought. "Long as I live, my heart is yours. If you really do feel the same way, then something good'll happen for us both soon." With that thought, Cutter closed the door and turned out the light. It was time for him to get some sleep. \-TO BE CONTINUED- Next Episode: Switchblade Rave

Title: How I Met Your Mother Ch. 03 Tags: female secret agent **Thursday, 9:34 am** His fingers fumbled with the lid of the bottle of water. Eventually, they managed to open it and pour the cool liquid down his throat. As Andrew Hargreaves swallowed, he noticed his wife watching him. "Save some for me," she said. Andrew screwed the lid back on and handed it to her. "So, having trouble keeping up?" "Me? No – I'm just enjoying the view back here." He replied, smirking. "Your bum does all sorts of wonderful things to me." "Cheeky," Leah quipped, handing him the bottle back. "Precisely!" Andrew replied. "Okay, three more laps around the running track, then we'll head home. What time have you got to be in work today?" "Twelve," Leah replied. "Tom wants a senior staff meeting this morning but a couple of the others aren't back until lunchtime, so there wasn't any point getting in early today." "Okay," Andrew said, taking off before Leah had chance to react. "Quickest on the last lap gets the first shower!" \*\*\*\* **10:47 am** The idea of individual showers had turned into a joint effort within thirty seconds of Leah running the hot water. As Andrew threw a towel across to her from the pile in the airing cupboard he found himself thinking out loud. "I miss naked Tuesdays." "What?" Leah said as she wrapped the large bath sheet around herself. "We haven't done that since…well, since the kids were born." "I know – that's what I'm saying – I miss it." "I don't miss the fear of you leaving a nasty mark on the sofa." Leah replied as she scuttled past Andrew on her way to the master bedroom. "White was definitely the wrong colour for that." "Yeah – shame about that, that sofa was comfy." Andrew plodded along behind her, drying his body off with his towel as he walked. "So I take it that naked Tuesdays are off the agenda for the foreseeable future?" "At least until the kids have left home." Leah replied. She glanced over at Andrew – who was now studying his face in the mirror and staring at something. "What are you looking at?" "The volume of grey hairs in my head is increasing exponentially." He sounded concerned. "Christ, I'm only just thirty-five and I'm starting to go grey like my Dad!" "Andy, if you carry on doing things to me like you did in the shower this morning I couldn't care less if your hair is grey, blue or pink!" Leah said as she walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around his stomach and practically welding herself to his back, she looked around his shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. "Seriously, I thought the hand rail was going to break at one point." She kissed his shoulder. "So, what are you doing today?" "I need to go through my notes for the convention speech I'm giving at TerrorCon later. Then Diane wants me to get together with her and that new assistant of that she hired for me at some point today. Christ knows why she's hired her – I can't see why I need one." Andrew replied. Leah reluctantly pulled away from him. "I can – if you didn't have me organising things you'd forget where your clean socks are each day." "I have clean socks?" The mock expression of shock on his face made Leah laugh. "Wow – what's next? Man walking on the Moon?" "Shut up." She said. "All I'm saying is that I don't think it's a bad idea – besides, you're not Diane's only client. She's your agent and editor – not your slave." "Well, here's a crazy idea, why don't I pay you to be my assistant?" Andrew said. Leah opened the bottom draw of her tallboy and pulled out some underwear. "Think about it – you can make me cups of tea all day long, get me a sandwich whenever I need one, unlimited blow jobs on demand…" "Mmm, you're really selling the role to me baby," Leah giggled. "I'm not sure I can do tea *and* sandwiches on demand though." "And I thought that the blow jobs would be the stumbling block!" "Oh, I have no problem with the blow…" her phone began to ring. It wasn't Leah's personal mobile; it was her office-issued one. She leaned across the bed and scooped it up from the bedside table. "Hargreaves…mhmm…right…okay…I'll see you soon then." "I didn't think you had to be in work until midday?" Andrew sounded concerned. "Something has cropped up – Alison is on her way over to pick me up." There was a new sense of urgency in the way Leah was getting ready now. "So, there's food in the freezer…" "Don't worry about it – we've been through this before, I know what I'm doing," Andrew reassured her as he grabbed a pre-packed silver suitcase from the wardrobe. Leah looked at it for a minute. "No, no, I don't need that." She said, grabbing her blouse and throwing it on without buttoning it up. "Can you get my grey suit out for me?" "Okay," Andrew knew what the grey suit meant – it was usually the one Leah wore if she thought there was a risk of any trouble. "One lucky suit coming up." "I keep telling you it's not my lucky suit," Leah replied as she snatched the trousers off the hanger. "I just feel comfortable in it." "I'll go and stick the kettle on. Alison won't be here for twenty five minutes yet." Andrew said, leaving Leah in peace to get ready. \*\*\*\* Leah finished the drink and put the mug in the sink at the same time as the doorbell rang. Andrew was standing in the hallway by the door, holding Leah's jacket for her. "Be careful." He said as she snatched the jacket from his hand. As soon as it was on she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. "I will. Love you." "I love you too." He said. Without another word he opened the door. Alison was standing on the doorstep. Andrew nodded to her, acknowledging the fact she was there without saying anything. He watched as they walked down the drive to the dark grey Range Rover waiting for them. Leah glanced over her shoulder once at him before she got in and the vehicle drove away. Andrew waited for a minute before closing the front door. Then he went upstairs and vomited in the bathroom. \*\*\*\* "At 8:32 this morning we received confirmation that a cargo flight operated by Global Supply Systems inbound from Tbilisi had landed at Stansted Airport with a suspicious package as part of its cargo manifest," Tom Benedict's voice was distorted over the speaker phone in the Range Rover. "I'm sorry, what sort of package are we talking about here?" Alison asked. "One of the handlers noticed that the crate was written up incorrectly – the item weighed in excess of sixty pounds when it should have only been forty-five. He reported it to his supervisor who had the local authorities open it up to determine if there was an additional import duty that needed to be levied." Tom added. "I'm sending the images to Leah's Blackberry now." A few moments later the small device in Leah's hand beeped and a series of images flashed up on the screen. Contained within the wooden crate was a cylindrical tube that was attached to a large auto-loader device. In turn, that was fed by a magazine that appeared to be calibrated to hold something roughly the same size as an over-sized shotgun round. Attached to the main body of the device was a small hand-held element that looked like a weapon from a cheesy science fiction show. "Jesus…" Alison muttered. "A Dragunov AGS-30." Leah said. "You recognise that?" Tom asked. "You might say that." Alison groaned. "It was a prototype semi-automatic grenade launcher developed by the Russians in the late 1990s as a successor to the AGS-17," Leah said. "Its original spec was around the concept of a portable urban pacification system, but it was soon clear that its scope extended way beyond that." "It's capable of firing thirty millimetre, programmable smart grenades up to seven hundred metres. It's got a rate of fire of sixty high explosive rounds per minute. The little ray gun looking gizmo is a remote laser targeting device; it can store up to twenty independent targets at once." More images of the device flashed up on the Blackberry as Leah continued to explain the origin of the weapon. "The Russian company designing it ceased production once it was revealed in the testing phase that it was prone to over-heating, but they *lost* five of the working prototypes before they went out of business." "Look's like Jovan's ghost has come back to haunt us." Alison muttered. "Where was this being shipped to?" Leah asked Tom, partially ignoring Alison's statement. "There's no forwarding address – the shipping manifest said that the purchaser was going to pick it straight up from the airport this afternoon." "How long until we reach Stansted Airport?" Alison asked Michaels, who was driving. "About forty-five minutes." He replied as both women felt the surge in power as he pushed the accelerator down. \*\*\*\* **Hagley Hall** **May 2001** "Ladies and Gentlemen please raise your glasses to Mr and Mrs Andrew Hargreaves," Bryant Mayhew raised his glass in a toast to the couple as they made their way towards the dance floor. As Andrew held Leah's hand, he saw the look of joy on her face. "I can't believe you're actually getting me to dance to Elton John's *The Way You Look Tonight*," Andrew whispered into Leah's ear. "Nothing you say right now will spoil how happy you've made me today," She replied as they danced. "But if you want to get lucky tonight then you'd better watch what you say about the choice of music for our first dance." "Oooh, threats *Mrs* Hargreaves?" Andrew mocked her. "You really think that once you've had a few drinks you'll be able to resist me?" "Contrary to popular belief *Mr* Hargreaves, you are not as charming as you think you are," Leah quipped as Andrew pulled her closer to him. "Hey, doesn't matter, you signed up to obey me. Remember that part of the wedding vows? You're my woman now; you've no say in the matter." Leah could hear the humour in his voice as she pulled back and saw the huge smile on his face. "I knew we should have written our own vows." Leah replied with a smile. "But in case you've forgotten, that door swings both ways." "I better be careful what demands I start making then huh?" Andrew responded as Leah put her head on his shoulder. "I love you, you know." "Yeah, kind of figured that." She replied. "Now kiss me before the song finishes." \*\*\*\* Three songs later and Eric Douglas was on his way to getting seriously drunk. As he sat at the head table nursing his drink, Leah sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?" "Consider it a thank you for being here." Leah replied. She noticed the glum look on Eric's face. "What's wrong?" "I…I think that Alison is having an affair." The words just blurted out of Eric's mouth. "I'm sorry, I should just shut up, and you don't need this today…" He started to get up out of his chair. "Nonono, come on, sit down," Leah said, grabbing his arm and virtually dragging Eric back into his seat. "What makes you think that?" "It's all these trips she keeps going on, you know, for her job," Eric sounded upset. "Eric, listen to me." Leah said. "Whenever we've been working away together Alison has never done anything that would lead me to think that she's being unfaithful to you." Eric took another swig from the flute of champagne. "I know she's not the easiest person in the world to get along with, but I do know that she loves you. Now get up and dance with me." At the same time on the dance floor, Alison was in Andrew's arms as he twirled her around the floor. "Thanks for sorting all this out while Leah was away – it means a lot to both of us." Andrew said. "Don't mention it – consider it my wedding gift to you both in lieu of a new toaster," Alison replied. "What I said about upsetting her stands though – I can still make you disappear!" "Stop it, you'll make me laugh and I might step on your toes…Hey, looks like Leah's finally getting Eric to his feet." Andrew said. Alison looked over his shoulder. "I'm surprised he can still stand at this point – he hates weddings." She replied. "He's usually well on his way to getting drunk by now." Alison realised that Andrew was looking at her. She found his gaze slightly uncomfortable. "What?" "You haven't told him, have you?" Andrew said. Alison scowled. "How do you do that?" "Answer me." Andrew said, ignoring Alison's question. "Look, I admire the way how Leah and you are completely honest with each other," Alison replied. "It's brutal but it works for you guys because you know you can trust each other, but that's not the way I'm wired." "He still thinks you work for a bank for Christ's sake," Andrew said. "At least tell him you work for the Foreign Office or something like that – you know, just in case." "I appreciate the concern and I don't want to sound funny Andy, but what's it matter to you?" "It matters because I happen to like Eric and if the situation was reversed I'd rather know a watered down version of the truth than have the reality hit me like a brick if something happened to Leah." Alison could see the earnest expression on Andrew's face. "At least I could, you know, prepare for it." "God you're sickeningly good, aren't you?" "Yes he is, and he's mine," Leah said, gently sliding in between Andrew and Alison. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to dance with my husband again." \*\*\*\* **9 weeks later** Late in the July afternoon, the sun scorched the Mediterranean shores below. Exhausted from a day of sun worship, water sports, and souvenir shopping, crowds of tourists began gathering at the outdoor cafes and taverns, which lined the city's waterfront. The scent of fried seafood began to drift throughout the harbour where a multitude of yachts and other pleasure craft were moored against the pier. On the deck of one of those boats was an attractive brunette woman wearing a triangle top and string bottom bikini. Facing inland, she casually sat up and leaned her body backward against the palms of her hands. Looking comfortable, her right leg extended straight out in front of her, whereas her left knee was bent at a forty-five degree angle. She then tilted her head back, letting the bright rays glisten off her sunglasses, while her dark tresses of hair dangled downward. Another woman, tanned but this time blonde stepped out from behind the cabin door. Barefooted, the newcomer walked out onto the deck wearing a pair of snug fitting blue jeans and a black, lace tank top. "You need to put some more suntan lotion on your shoulders," said the second woman. "Otherwise you'll burn." Upon hearing the voice, Leah rolled over on her stomach. Bringing her hands behind her, she then undid the top of her bikini. "Can you put some on my back then?" said Leah as she held up a tube of sun-screen. "Hey, what did your last slave die of?" Alison joked as she picked up the tube and squeezed. "I had them shot on a charge of insubordination." Leah smirked. Slowly, the lotion oozed out and fell onto Leah's back producing a curvy trail of white cream crossing over itself in a manner reminiscent of a moebius strip. Alison then placed her hands on top of Leah's shoulders, and began to rub them over her warm, sun soaked skin. Alison's hands smoothly slid over Leah, delicately etching themselves into the lean but firm muscles along her torso. Leah smiled, indulging in the way the massage relaxed her. By the time Leah's back was covered with a glossy shield, Alison applied a coat over the back of her legs as well. "You know, you're almost as good as Andrew at doing that," Leah quipped. Alison retaliated by smacking her playfully on the back of her legs. "So are you all set for tonight?" "Indeed I am! How do I look? Do you think *mi amore* will like me like this?" replied Alison as she stood up, leaned back against the rail of the boat and modelled her appearance. Leah lifted her head up and rested her chin on top of her right hand, which was propped up on its elbow. The bewitching gaze of her green eyes and free flowing blonde hair made Alison seem desirously untameable. Her lace top pressed against her skin and was hemmed at the ribs, showing off her flat waistline while the faded blue jeans she wore rode below Alison's navel, complementing the effect. Slung across her hip and below her belt loops was a thick, metallic lariat decorated with crystal and ornate patterns. "You look like a tramp." replied Leah with a giggle "That's right! Just the way he likes me. Maybe I'll even let him get lucky tonight," answered Alison with a sly grin on her face. "This undercover work can be *so* taxing." "Whatever you do just be careful," said Leah as she pushed herself up off of the deck. "Don't worry Leah, I can take care of myself." said Alison as she sat down on a bench, crossed her legs and strapped her feet into a pair of stiletto sandals. "Besides, I'll have you watching over me like a guardian angel." "Only for a short while – after that you're on your own." Leah reminded her. "I'll be fine," Alison said, hugging Leah and casting a glance at her watch over her friend's shoulder. "Okay, I've got to go." Moments later Leah leaned forward on the rail and watched Alison head down the pier towards the town. As usual male onlookers' heads began to turn. It was amazing how easy it was for Alison to get men eating out of her hands, thought Leah. The swinging motion of her hips always caught the attention of the men nearby, while her flirtatious smile and wave dazzled them. By the time Alison reached the waterfront a large crowd of people were parading down the walkways. At one of the outdoor cafes Alison could see Jovan sitting at a table. The sunlight reflected off his bald head and she could imagine his small, beady eyes eagerly pouring over every woman that walked in or out of the café. Looking every bit the part of a Balkan mobster, dressed in an ill-fitting suit that looked like it hadn't been dry cleaned in a month, he had a bottle of cognac in front of him, a cigarette in one hand, and his cell phone in the other. Sitting along side him were several large boned men in military haircuts; both of them looked displeased to be sitting in public rather than out breaking legs. Undeterred, Alison came up from behind him. Because the bodyguards knew her, they made no attempt to stop her from nearing their charge. Instead they contently stared at her navel and very fit midsection. *I could have killed him right then,* Alison thought as she playfully blindfolded Jovan with her hands. "Guess who?" "Ah! It's about time you arrived," answered Jovan as he sniffed the fragrance of her perfume and placed his cell phone on the table. Reaching back up, he grabbed a hold of her wrist and guided the back of her right hand to his lips. After he kissed her hand, Alison leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth. Once her lips made contact, the tip of her tongue protruded forward and tickled the inside corner of his mouth. In response Jovan turned his head toward her and tried to envelop her lips completely with his mouth, but before he could, Alison coyly moved her face away. "Come on Jovan there will be plenty time for that later," she said as she sat down next to him, and poured herself a glass of water. Not before too long a waiter brought out their dinner trays and a vintage bottle of wine. Meanwhile, out in the harbour Leah stood behind the wheel of the boat and gently steered it away from the pier. Once she reached her not too distant destination, she dropped anchor and went back into the cabin. When she returned she was carrying a black briefcase. Walking to the front of the boat she knelt down on the deck and pressed the case snaps with her fingers so that the top popped open. Inside the case were the parts of a high calibre rifle. Going about her business, she efficiently assembled the weapon. Turning around in the opposite direction she looked through the scope of the rifle out into the sea until her eyes found the two bottle shaped buoys she had thrown over board earlier. Calmly pressing her cheek against the butt of the rifle she then placed the tip of her right index finger on the trigger and squeezed off two near-silent rounds. A smile of satisfaction formed on her face when the bullets shattered their targets. Like a fisherman waiting for a prize catch to take the bait on the hook, she patiently lay next to her weapon until her target presented itself. Back on the waterfront, Jovan and Alison entered an elevator at a seaside hotel accompanied by two of Jovan's bodyguards. As the door closed the two men came up from behind Alison; one began patting her down so as to check for any possible concealed weapons while the other checked her small purse. "Come on boys all you had to do was ask, I'll be glad to give you a closer look if you really want one." responded Alison as her eyes defiantly glared at the two men while she teasingly began unbuttoning her pants. "You know how it is, one can never be too careful these days especially with women!" joked Jovan as he motioned the two bodyguards away from her. "Don't worry Jovan, I promise not to bite unless you want me to," said Alison as she allowed her pants to drop slightly enough to reveal the black lingerie she was wearing underneath her jeans. After they reached their floor the entire group moved out of the elevator and into the hall until they came to the Presidential Suite. *Typical,* Alison thought to herself as her target struggled with the key card between his fat fingers, *delusions of grandeur.* While the two bodyguards remained outside, Jovan and Alison entered. Before the door closed Alison mischievously looked back at the two bodyguards and puckered her lips, blowing a kiss to both of them. Once the door closed she pressed her body against Jovan's and wrapped her arms around him. Immediately, he reciprocated and the two of them exchanged kisses. Suddenly, before he was content, Alison stepped away. "It's too hot in here. I've got to open up those windows before I burn up," said Alison, dropping her purse on the bed as she walked over to the wood shutters then opened them up, exposing a seaside view. "Yes, that's better," commented Alison as she felt the cool sea breeze blow against her body. Placing the palms of her arms on the window pain she pushed herself up until she sat on the edge. Casually she crossed her legs and slowly unstrapped her sandals until they fell off her feet onto the floor. Jovan for his part was entranced by Alison's beauty and stared at her lustfully. "So what do you want to do now?" she asked in a sultry voice. Moving off the windowsill she walked up to Jovan who had just sat down on the edge of the bed. "Mmm, you're awfully quiet over there Jovan, at a loss for words?" Alison purred. Jovan nodded, enthralled by her. "Ok you've been a good boy. So I'm going to give you something to remember me by." Slowly she began unbuttoning her jeans building up Jovan's anticipation with each snap. Then she turned her back toward him and slightly bent forward, and wiggled her way out of the jeans like a snake shedding its skin. Looking back over her shoulder at Jovan she could see the gratified smile on his face as he leeringly admired her. When Alison stood up straight, her jeans plummeted to the ground. Gracefully she lifted up her feet until they cleared away from the jeans. "Have you thought about what you want me to do to you? Any last requests?" Alison couldn't contain her smile at her choice of words as she reached back, pulled on the elastic of her black panties, and snapped it back against her flesh. Turning back around, she unbuttoned the top of her lace top, making her cleavage visible. Then she got down on her hands and knees and began crawling toward Jovan, halting in front of his shoes. She then lifted her neck and back up until her face was parallel to his groin. On her knees she reached out with her hands and began to undo his pants. Taking as much time as possible her right hand pulled down on his zipper allowing her left hand to fit through the opening. Delicately massaging his masculinity through his underwear, she began gently scratching him with her fingernails, making him stiffen with excitement. Alison heard Jovan's sharp intake of breath, his anticipation increasing when he saw her lower her face down. "Soon you'll be in heaven baby. Just close your eyes and think of me." Jovan's body tingled as he felt her cool mint breath blowing between his zipper. Alison's eyes mischievously gleamed as she looked up, and saw Jovan with his eyes closed and mouth gaping open waiting for the carnal gifts he believed she would give him. Just then Jovan's head suddenly jolted forward as if he had been clubbed from behind. As his head slumped down blood began flowing from a gaping hole in the back of his skull. As his body began to wilt, Alison stood up and caught him before he collapsed to the floor. With little effort she carefully lowered him down to the mattress. "Sorry Jovan, but you're really not my type." Then she gazed out into the sea where she knew Leah was watching, and blew her a kiss. She quickly searched Jovan's cooling body and found a pistol tucked in a holster under his left arm, just as she was expecting, and his precious cell phone in his right hand pocket. Checking that the pistol was actually loaded, Alison took a moment to pull on her jeans and return her sandals to her feet. She headed straight for the door of the hotel room. Opening it, Alison stepped out. With the pistol in her right hand she pushed the gun into the one bodyguard's neck and fired once in an upward direction. Not hesitating for a moment, she swung her left hand outwards, striking the other bodyguard forcefully in the throat. Alison looked back at her first target – he was lying on the blood stained carpet, a few twitches going through his legs as the last neural responses fired along the nerves in his body. Satisfied that he wouldn't be bothering her, Alison turned her attention back to the second bodyguard. He was on his knees, clutching at his throat and trying desperately to breathe. Alison stepped up to him and grabbed his head, one hand under his chin and the other gripping a tuft of hair. She twisted it sharply to the right, and then back to the left to be sure of fully dislocating his skull from his spine before letting his body fall to the floor. Content that her work was done here, Alison returned to the room, reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. "These three are toast," She said. "So, did you remember to put my wetsuit on board the boat?" "Of course I did." Leah replied. "I'll pick you up at the back door in five minutes." "Better make it ten," Alison said, looking at the two bodies in the hallway. "These two puppies look like they are dead weight." \*\*\*\* "According to the data on this cell phone Jovan was expecting his shipment early tomorrow morning," Leah said as the laptop continued to decrypt and translate the data stored on the memory of the phone. "And they are moored somewhere out here, just outside the territorial water restrictions." "Nice. So they sit out here in international waters and then the handover takes place tomorrow morning with no one around to stop them?" Alison said. Leah nodded. "That appears to have been the plan." She said. "Lucky we're here to throw a spanner in the works." "So, how was the honeymoon?" Alison asked as the boat glided to a slow stop under the dark Mediterranean sky. They had been running dark for the last twenty minutes with the engine at a minimum, trying to mask their approach. "Great – I didn't think a book signing tour could actually be fun, but it was." Leah replied as she starting to get into her wetsuit. "I can't believe we spent three weeks going down the East Coast of America without going stir crazy and then spent the last week in the Florida Keys just chilling out." "God, stop gushing, you're making me sick." Alison replied. "Eric and I have split up." "What? Why?" Leah felt like she'd been punched in the stomach. "Why didn't you say something sooner? Jesus, I feel terrible, here I've been wittering on about how great my husband is the last week…" "Stop it – you're happy, you're allowed to witter," Alison interrupted her. "I didn't say anything because it didn't feel right. I'm not sure it's really sunk in properly yet." Alison said. "He…he thinks – no, he's convinced himself that I'm having an affair with someone, although who it is I have no idea." "Have you tried to talk to him about it?" "No, every time we try he just gets paranoid and we end up screaming at each other." Alison replied. "It's probably for the best, in the long run…" Neither woman spoke for a minute. "Okay, seeing as we're confessing things then I guess I should tell you that this is my last operational gig." Leah broke the silence. "What? You're taking the analyst's job?" Alison asked. Leah nodded. "What am I going to do without you?" "You'll manage," Leah said. "I was going to mention it on the flight home. It's more money and I won't be jetting off places at a minutes notice, plus we can start thinking about a family…" She sounded almost apologetic. "*We*?" Alison almost choked on the words. "You've really thought this through haven't you?" Leah nodded again; the expression on her face conveyed her feelings far better than any words could. "I…I'm not sure I can do this anymore…you know how we agreed that the best way to approach this is like you've got nothing to lose, facing it without fear, well, I feel like I've got something to lose now…" "Leah, you don't have to explain yourself to me, jeez, I fully understand what you're talking about," Alison said, walking over and hugging her friend. "And I'm happy for you – it's just sad that this is going to be our last time out together." They held each other a little longer than they normally would. "Okay, I've got to get my game face on," Leah said as she broke away from Alison, wiping something away from her face. "Otherwise something could get screwed up." \*\*\*\* Crouched down on the deck of the *Novi Sad*, sheathed in the form-fitting wetsuit that she had used countless times before, Leah took stock of the sight before her. Casually walking around the deck was one of the members of the group of Balkan arms dealers that she and Alison had been tracking for nearly a month now. After compiling all the evidence of their activities, Leah had approached their supervisor with the details; Jovan Miskolav was acquiring weapons from one of the former Soviet states and selling to the highest bidder. Whilst this wasn't uncommon – and in fact tolerated in some circles – the Department had taken exception to the particular individuals that Jovan had chosen to do business with. After Leah had spoken to Tom his reaction was simple. *Take them out and dispose of the package*. As she crouched low on the deck, she watched as the man – called Velimir – paused to light a cigarette. She took advantage of the delay – allowing the condemned man his last earthly pleasure. Stretching her legs, Leah braced herself as she saw the small white stick slowly burning down. *I'm glad that Andrew doesn't smoke* She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought and try to remain as detached as possible. These men were killers and would have no qualms about doing the same to her if things went wrong. Leah reminded herself of that fact as she stayed in the shadows. As Velimir finished his cigarette, Leah pounced like a cat upon a mouse. Her lithe, athletic figure sprung from its hiding place. Clamping a hand across Velimir's mouth to prevent his screams, Leah grabbed the back of his head with her other hand and twisted sharply. She felt the familiar sensation of the vertebrae snapping as she caught his body before it slumped to the deck. Dragging him to the edge, all anyone would have heard was a soft *splosh* sound as she lowered the dead man into the water. *Could have been a fish,* Leah thought as she turned her attention to the rest of the boat. Cautiously making her way along the deck, she could hear the sound of two voices – unmistakeably male and both sounding in high spirits. Grateful that her rubber clad feet made little noise, Leah approached the direction of the voices carefully. Peeking around the edge of the fibreglass hull of the boat, she saw Tomislav and Milan standing by the rear of the boat, both taking no notice of the fact that their other companion had yet to return. Leah took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of any other thoughts. *Just be fast and precise, deal with the situation as efficiently as possible; don't think, just act; remove the emotional aspect of it all,* she coached herself as she considered her options. As both men were currently facing away from her, she had the element of surprise by approaching them in their blind spot. Covering the short distance between them in a matter of seconds, she went for the nearest – Tomislav – first. Slamming both of her hands down on either side of his neck, he crumpled to the ground, momentarily stunned by her attack. Milan turned, trying to make sense of what had happened by swinging a fist towards their lithe attacker. Leah blocked the blow easily and drove two quick punches into his chest and a third into his face, breaking his nose. He stumbled back as Leah returned her attention to Tomislav. He was on his hands and knees, getting his feet slowly. Leah's wetsuit-clad leg rose majestically upwards before she sent it crashing powerfully down on the junction of his spine and skull, splintering the bones upon contact. His body hit the deck and twitched spasmodically, the last few signals from his brain moving down his body before the connection was permanently disabled. Milan tried to wipe the blood that was streaming from his nose as he looked up – just in time to see Leah's foot slam into his face. The force of the blow lifted him off his feet and into the air. Moments later, he felt the cold water strike his body just before he lost consciousness for the last time. *Something about the way the moon reflected off the water made her pause for a moment. It then struck her that on the last night of their honeymoon, they had sat on a quiet beach on Bahia Honda and watched the sun slowly sink beneath the waves. They had been snorkelling during the day and saw a pod of dolphins swim by them, shortly followed by a nurse shark.* *Andrew couldn't stop talking about the shark as they sat on the beach that night. He told her about their life cycles and how he had this trip plotted out in his head to swim with the Great Whites off the coast of South Africa in a shark cage, but how the insurance costs were prohibitive at the minute. Leah marvelled at how the ocean looked so flat that night with the moonlight bouncing off the shallow waves. It was like a sheet of glass floating above the sand. Tonight it was a different expanse of water, but the effect was still the same.* *Keep it together Leah,* she berated herself, *this is how things go wrong and you end up getting hurt – focus on the matter at hand!* The interior of the boat was split into two parts according to Leah's informant. There was the primary cabin in the main section of the hull – and Leah reasoned this was where they were probably storing their cargo – and a smaller secondary area that adjoined the deck. As she opened the door she saw two men inside. Both of them were oblivious to Leah as they were going about their tasks – it appeared that they seemed to be cooking something on the small stove. One of them – Zoran – glanced up at Leah for a moment before doing a double take. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he took in the shapely female figure clad in the slick black wet suit. Leah leapt into the cabin – her foot striking Zoran squarely in the chest and knocking him backwards. His companion – Mirko – launched himself towards Leah, only to run straight into a powerful high kick. The force of the blow was deceptive, Mirko realised as he found himself sprawled across the small table that they ate at, As the plates scattered beneath him he had just enough time to see Leah following up her initial blow, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulling him up off the table. The last thing Mirko saw was the palm of Leah's hand flying towards his face. Zoran managed to pick himself up off the floor and turned towards the door that led to the main cabin. Suddenly, a female arm wrapped itself around his throat from behind and began squeezing. He tried to yell for help, but Zoran couldn't make a sound. Leah calmly increased the pressure of her lethal chokehold. The man's face turned blue as the lethal brunette continued strangling him. His efforts to free himself from her grasp were in vain; his fingers slipping off the neoprene arm that was wrapped around his neck to deadly effect. When she was sure he was dead and the last few spasms had wracked through his body, Leah let the corpse crumple to the ground. "All done," she muttered as she approached the door to the main cabin. The sound of movement behind her made Leah stop dead in her tracks. "Aww, you didn't save any for me," Alison said as she entered the cabin. "Well if you hadn't spent so long getting into your wetsuit then maybe I wouldn't have had to clean house all on my own." Leah shot back at her with a grin. "What's in the bag?" "Oh, this and that, you know, a few bits and pieces I thought we could use." Alison replied. "So, what's behind door number two?" "I'm hoping it's what we're looking for." Leah paused as Alison handed her a silenced pistol. Grabbing the large steel handle and twisting it, the heavy metal door slid open. Alison stepped in first and began to sweep around the hold with Leah backing her up. "Looks like we're clear," Alison said, lowering her firearm. Both of the women turned their attention to the pile of wooden crates in the centre of the hold. "Please tell me that the phone had some sort of inventory on it." "Three crates of assault rifles," Leah began reciting them from memory as she moved around the boxes. "Two boxes of grenades, a cache of small arms and six surface-to-air missiles," she was counting up the numbers as she walked around them. "And one Dragunov AGS-30." "I've never heard of one of those before." Alison said as she began looking in each crate. "And by the looks of it, it isn't here." "I think it was here," Leah said from the other side of the hold. Alison looked over – Leah was kneeling next to an empty wooden crate. "But it looks like someone got here before we did." "And left the crew and all this stuff behind? I don't get it." "Neither do I," Leah said, picking up a pair of the thermite charges Alison had bought on board. "But we can worry about that once we've sunk this little warship. Come on, let's blow this place and get out of here." \*\*\*\* The following morning the waterfront was swarming with police and local media. By the time Alison and Leah had packed their bags and were waiting for their taxi back to the airport, the furore had begun to die down. As they lounged around in the hotel, Alison picked up on some of the discussions the locals were having. "Well, it appears that some sort of drugs war erupted last night," She said with a grin on her face. "They've found three men dead in a local hotel and a boat blown up just outside the harbour." "It's shocking what goes on in these quiet coastal towns these days." Leah joked as she got up. "I'm just going to the toilet – don't let the cab go without me." She walked through the lobby and into the hotel bar to the public toilets. On her way back from the bar, Leah took a small diversion via the bank of pay phones that were situated at the far end of the lobby. For a minute she contemplated using her "official" phone, then discarded the notion when she thought of the pile of paperwork she'd have to complete once she got back home. "Andrew, it's me," Leah said. "Look, I'm late." "That's okay, I'll just push the dinner reservations tonight back an hour or so…" "No, I mean I'm *late*." Leah repeated, emphasising the last word. "Oh, right. Okay." Andrew said. "Oh – right!" Leah could almost hear his eyes opening a little wider as he finally understood what she meant. "Err, what do we do now?" "I'll make an appointment to see Dr Ingram tomorrow, just to confirm I'm right." Leah hesitated for a minute. "You're…you're okay with this, right?" "Okay? Shit, yes – I'm more than okay with it, I mean, it's what we've been trying for over the last six months," Andrew said. "I was just starting to get worried, that's all, and to be honest I'm…ecstatic. I just wish you were here in person to tell me." "Well, it's still early days, but…" Leah added. Alison was gesturing towards her in the corner of her eye. "Look, I've got to go but I'll see you in a few hours." "Okay Princess – I'll get one of those home pregnancy kits from Boots on the way over to the airport." Andrew said, the line breaking up slightly as Leah heard him moving around and scooping up some keys. "If you must, but I don't want you going out of your way okay? I'll see you soon, love you." \*\*\*\* **E-Centre Convention Facility** **TerrorCon 2009** **Thursday 1 pm** "…well, in order to answer that question I think it helps to understand the motivation of the Esoteric Order of Dagon in the first place," Andrew said as he addressed the hall of fans. He had been on stage since midday and the talk was helping to take his mind off the sudden change of events that morning. "Let's be absolutely certain about this point – unlike every other cult in the Cthulhu Mythos, the EOD have no long term goal other than the return of Cthulhu, and they are under no illusions as to their status in their God's endgame." "Which is?" one of the guests asked. Andrew allowed himself to smile as he held the microphone in his hand. "They end up as dead as the rest of us – except they die in the knowledge that they wrought this destruction upon mankind." He said. "In many respects, the Order is the ultimate doomsday cult in the Mythos – they don't see their actions in anything other than absolute terms, it's either success or failure on their part." "But how do they compare to, say, the First Church of Starry Wisdom or the Brotherhood of the Bloody Tongue?" "It's interesting that you mention two of Nyarlathotep's cults there," Andrew said, walking around the stage towards the direction of the young woman who had raised the question. "I mean, if there's a God within the Mythos that you can negotiate with, then it's The Messenger of the Outer Gods." Andrew paused for a moment as he stooped to pick up a bottle of water from the corner of the stage. "But even that is only going to buy you a small window of time; after all, The Messenger has his own plans as well that he puts in motion." Andrew looked out across his audience, still not quite believing that all these people were here to hear him speak. "But if I was going to break it down into simple terms, the EOD want destruction right now – many of the other cults are prepared to wait and have been patient for quite some time." He noticed someone signalling to him from the side of the stage. "And, I'm being told that my time here today is up, so I think that's a good place to wrap things up. Now before I go I just want to thank you all for your support over the years, and remember *la! Cthulhu fhtagn*!" Sections of the audience responded to him in kind as Andrew walked off the stage, waving at the people. Stepping out into the wings, he was met by Sarah Covington, the assistant assigned to him by the publishing company. Her wavy brown hair was tied back into some sort of loose ponytail and she was dressed in a rather expensive looking suit. She handed Andrew a sheet of paper. "Okay, here's the list of the signings you're doing this afternoon," Sarah said. Andrew nodded as he tried to take in the details. "And then you have your Zombie seminar *All Flesh Must Be Eaten: Putting the Living into the Living Dead* at four today." "Groovy," He replied. "So I have, what, thirty minutes for lunch?" "Sort of, Diane wants me to go through a series of revisions for your latest manuscript with you. I thought we could do it over lunch." Sarah said, then instantly blushed. "Oh god – I mean we could go over the revisions at lunch." "It's okay Sarah, I know what you mean," Andrew chuckled. "That's fine – I just need to call my wife and check how things are at home." \*\*\*\* Craig Farnsdale sat in the interviewing room with his hands wrapped around the coffee cup that had long since gone cold. Having been isolated in the room for nearly an hour, he was beginning to feel like his bladder was about to explode. The door opened and the two women walked in whom he had met at the airport cargo terminal. He decided that the brunette was more attractive than the blonde – although he also thought that there was something decidedly more threatening about the blonde's demeanour. Of course, he hadn't had chance to think about this the first time he'd met them this morning as they were both aiming guns at his head. "Okay Mr Farnsdale, your story checks out." Alison said. "I told you, I don't know anything about the cargo – I just pick it up from point A and drop it off at point B." Farnsdale said. "Mr Farnsdale, where exactly is point B in this case?" Leah asked. "Newcastle – place called West Jesmond." "Newcastle? The Tyne and Wear one?" Alison asked. Craig nodded. "Yeah – Fog on the Tyne and all that shite." He added. "Some sort of boarding house, bed and breakfast place I think. The address is on the delivery chitty." "Mr Farnsdale, thank you for your help and co-operation today," Leah said. "However, if you could just hang around here in the police station while we proceed with our enquiries that would be a huge help." "Whatever sweetcheeks," Craig said. "Any chance I can get another cuppa and a paper?" \*\*\*\* As she left the interview room Leah felt a buzzing sensation in her pocket. She grabbed her personal phone and answered it. "Hiya," she said, seeing Andrew's number on the display. "Hey, you okay?" "Yeah, yeah I'm fine – how's it going?" she said, gesturing to Alison to carry on ahead of her. "Good." Andrew answered. "Mom's picking the kids up – I popped into the school and told the head mistress. Do I need to pop back home to get your suitcase out?" "No, no – definitely not." Leah said. "I might be done sooner than I thought, but I'll let you know, okay?" "Sure – I'll speak to you in a bit then." "Okay. Bye." Leah ended the call and headed towards the first floor where they had a room set aside to use. As she closed the door behind herself, Leah saw Michaels setting up a conference call with their office in the city. The speaker in the middle of the room screamed out a high-pitched squeal for a minute – everyone winced at the noise. "Sweetcheeks?" Alison joked. "Stop it." Leah warned her. "Tom, the truck driver seems clean – however we have a delivery address in Newcastle upon Tyne that warrants closer examination as soon as possible." "Good work," Tom replied over the loudspeaker. "I'll have a team ready and they'll pick the three of you up in thirty minutes." "Actually sir, I think that Michaels and I can handle it," Alison said. "There's no need for Hargreaves to be dragged along when she's not a Field Op any longer." She winked at Leah. "If you're sure you can handle it Irving then that's fine by me." Tom replied. "Okay, good work people – call me when you're on the road." The speaker squealed again as the call was disconnected. "You didn't have to do that." Leah said. Alison shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, I dragged you out here on a whim this morning because I needed to know that someone I could trust had my back – but the heavy mob is being rolled out now so there's no reason why you need to hang around any longer than is necessary." "Are you sure? I mean, I feel like I'm running out on a fight…" "Don't talk wet – we've got this," Alison said. "Besides, Michaels is a better shot than you." "Seriously?" "Seriously." Michaels said as he got the keys out for the Range Rover out of his pocket. "Just drop the tank off at the depot before you go home tonight." \*\*\*\* **E-Centre Convention Facility** **TerrorCon 2009** **Thursday 4 pm** "There are certain things that we all take for granted in life," Andrew said as he looked out across the audience. "The sun rises and sets each day…the football team you support will always find a way to blow the crucial game in some bizarre manner…Starscream will try to usurp Megatron…shit happens," He walked around the stage, gauging the reaction on people's faces. "But, ask yourself this; when was the last time you bought something you actually needed, that you literally couldn't live without? When was the last time you had to make a decision on something that wasn't motivated by the desire to accumulate possessions? How many hours are there in a day when you aren't spending it glued to the television or the computer screen?" The room was silent. "That's the critical point that you need to consider when we look at the whole concept of a zombie holocaust." He moved back to the centre of the stage. Above him a screen began to roll down into place and the light in the room dimmed slightly. "That's the critical nature of *Infection*. You see everyone from Romero to Raimi to Kirkman, Brooks to Wright & Pegg, has their own interpretations of what things will be like when everything falls apart." "Most of you know me as that guy who writes Cthulhu Mythos stories – and I'll admit that I've touched upon the nature of the undead in those with Glaaki and to some extent the Brood of Eihort, but this is my stab at writing something really dark and I thought you might like to see it as a work in progress…" The screen behind Andrew burst into life with the words *Week Three*. A moment later, the speakers in the room roared into life. A gravely voiced announcer in an American accent filled the room. **Pirate Radio Broadcast, Week 3** *"Okay, Brother and Sisters, you'd better listen close. If you got no fear of God you better get some, and quick.* *"The government is hauling people away in cattle cars. They're takin' 'em up north to some kind of tent city. I don't know what it is, but I saw the barbed wire and trenches around it.* *"All I know is that the whole place is surrounded by those…the…I mean…the dead. There were so many of them falling into the trenches that the rest were just walking across on top of them. And the shooting!* *"I swear to God Almighty as my witness that they soldiers were busy shooting a lot of the people INSIDE the fence. They were shooting them in the head and loading them into trucks and driving them away. And them d-dead folks just kept a'coming. There weren't no end to 'em that I could see.* *"I don't know what's going on out there, but I know I've gotta do something about it. All y'all that got a gun and a stout heart meet me tonight at Harvey's Propane in Chillicothe. We'll go up there and see what we can do about it…"* **Internet Bulletin Board Post** *"Don't come near Wichita Falls. Everyone is dead as far as I can tell. I haven't seen a living person in three days.* *I'm not getting out of here alive. I know that now.* *There are still helicopters. I hear them at night. It helps to listen to the helicopters. I don't hear the dead people when I listen to the helicopters.* *I just wish one of the helicopters would come down and take me out of here. I knocked a hole in the roof and hung up a sign that said "HELP! I'M ALIVE". But they haven't stopped to help me.* *I don't know what I'm going to do.* *Somebody help me, please? Mommy and Daddy are trying to get through the back door and they're smashing it up with my bicycle. I'm going to have to go hide in the attic. I won't be able to talk to anyone then, so yell loud when you get here."* *JennyTheToadPrincess11* **Unauthorized use of University Police radio frequency, University of Kentucky, Louisville** *"Do not approach our location. Repeat. Do not approach our location. This is an automated signal that we will begin if we are overrun. If you can hear this message, do not approach the Health Science Center or surrounding areas. If you can hear this message we have been overrun by infected individuals and will already be dead. You cannot help us, but you can help yourself by staying away.* *Do not approach our location. Repeat. Do not approach our location…"* **World News Network live broadcast** *"Bill. Bill? I don't know if you can hear me. The roar from the crowd is almost deafening. We've moved to the 15^th floor balcony above Platte Avenue. I don't know if you can see the picture, but there are people packing the streets as far as we can see in either direction.* *"Some of them are carrying banners Cathy. Can you see what's written on them? Are they…? Are those effigies…?* *.* *"Yes, Bill. The crowd is burning eff - Ohmygod! They aren't effigies - they're burning bodies in the streets. At the corner of Platte and Anderson they're throwing people into a pile and using gasoline to set them ablaze. Oh god some of them are still moving, Bill.* *"Bill? Did you get that? There's a police helicopter over the crowd, an officer on a bullhorn ordering them to disperse. The crowd is moving. Wh-what? The crowd is shooting at the helicopter now. The helicopter is smoking. Its smoking and it's moving away. We can hear more gunfire. Yes, the gunfire is increasingly in intensity. I think it's the Army. I think the Army is -" \*static\** *\*\*\*SIGNAL LOST\*\*\** The lights gradually rose up and the screen slid back into the ceiling as the audiotape finished. People applauded, some cheered. Andrew looked out at the crowd – then he saw one face amongst the audience that made him smile. Leah was standing at the side towards the front, not far from where Sarah was standing as well. She was applauding along with the rest of the crowd. "Thank you, thank you – however, that's just the beginning of it," Andrew said, struggling to make his voice heard even with the microphone. "I want to thank the people at Audioville for helping to put that little presentation together. I wasn't convinced to begin with, but it seems to work. Now, I was going to open it up to the floor for a little Q&A session…" \*\*\*\* "I can't believe you made it," Andrew said as he hugged Leah after the end of his time slot. "I thought…you know." "Well I'm here and everything's okay," Leah replied, kissing him quickly. Andrew noticed Sarah lurking in the background. "Shit – introductions!" He said. "Sarah Covington, this is my wife Leah; Leah, this is Sarah, my new assistant." "It's great to meet you, Andrew's told me so much about you," Sarah said. Leah smiled. "Well, not too much I hope." Leah replied. "Otherwise that could be embarrassing," She looked at Andrew. "So, how long until you're done here?" "I've just got to pack up the gear here and run through a couple of last minute…" Andrew began to say. "It's okay – I can handle it – it's only a few further revisions, we can go over them next week." Sarah butted in. "You guys get out of here." "You sure?" Andrew asked. Sarah nodded. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." "Great – let's go get the kids from your Mom's and get something to eat." Leah said as she guided her husband towards the exit. "I'm starving and I need a foot massage." \*\*\*\* **West Jesmond** **Newcastle-upon-Tyne** **7:43 pm** The door frame jarred against the brickwork as the lock was shattered by the battering ram. Before the door had chance to complete its enforced trajectory towards the wall, heavy-set men and women, fully clad in protective coveralls and bearing automatic weapons, barrelled into the narrow property. The air was filled with voices screaming out pre-determined warnings and call signs between the swarming sea of black figures that oozed into the property from both front and back. Like a wave of unstoppable water, every available space inside the house was quickly filled with a human presence. As the sound of boots striking stairs echoed through their ears, Alison and Michaels entered the property, both wearing body armour that matched that of their counterparts as they marauded through the house. Michaels bolted towards the stairs, disappearing from sight as he went to the first floor. "All clear on this floor ma'am," One of the police officers reported back to Alison, who nodded in response to the man. As she pushed the front door too she saw the pile of unopened post that had been pushed up against the skirting board. She stooped to pick it up – the post marks of the oldest pieces were nearly a month old. "This place is empty." Michaels said as he walked back down the stairs. Alison held up the post. "It appears that it's been this way for about a month now," She added. "Looks like this was just some sort of drop-off address." "Don't these old terrace homes usually have a cellar?" Michaels replied. Alison nodded. "Yeah – usually the staircase is located under the stairs…" she pointed towards a small door that had remained unopened up to this point. "Sergeant, two of your men please," Alison said as she directed the officer's attention to the door. He gripped the handle and twisted it, pulling it open. Michaels stepped in front of Alison and sniffed. "What's that smell…?" **76 Burrow Street** **9:18 pm** The evening seemed to fly by once they had gotten home. After spending an hour playing with her two children in the garden before bathing them and putting them to bed, Leah finally ventured into the living room to find Andrew sitting on the sofa, typing away on his laptop. Leah got on the sofa with him and pushed herself into his body, as Andrew snaked his right arm around her shoulders. "So, still going with Jenny the Toad Princess I see?" Leah said as she read the screen. "Yeah – it went down well today and I figure it adds that bit of gut-wrenching horror to it all; it just sort of drives it home to the reader just exactly *how* bad things have got." "Please remember that Cassie loves that character and if she hears about it she'll be heart broken." Leah said, beginning to get fidgety. "Do you have the remote control at all?" She asked, looking around the sofa to see if it was wedged down the arm as usual. "No, it's in the kitchen I think. Scott was trying to start the microwave with it." Andrew put the laptop on the end of the sofa and got up. "I'll go and get it…" As he walked away they both heard the sound of Leah's *other* phone ring. "Shit – what the hell can that be now?" she said, looking at the clock on the wall. Andrew found the remote and aimed it at the television, switching it on. Leah grabbed the phone from the base unit where it was charging up. The television screen flickered into life. Andrew was only partially paying attention to it as he tried to string his thoughts together. "…explosion is believed to have been as a result of the detonation of a large quantity of highly combustible material in the basement of the residence. The property was used as a guesthouse in the West Jesmond area up until recently. Again, breaking news here of an explosion…" The images of a hole in the row of terrace houses made Andrew look up at the screen – fire fighters were trying to contain the blaze; a sea of blue and red flashing lights illuminated the paramedics as if they were in some sort of surreal disco as they wheeled people to the rows of ambulances waiting to move out of the narrow street. It looked like at least one of the vehicles that had been parked in the street had been flipped over by the force of the blast. Then Andrew heard the sound of something falling to the floor in the hallway. He got up to investigate. "Leah? You okay…?" Andrew saw his wife slumped on the floor, tears running down her face and the phone lying a few feet from her. She looked up at him and could barely speak. In the blink of an eye he had rushed to her side and wrapped her in his arms. Between the sobbing Leah managed to blurt something out. "…Its Alison…she's…"

Growth became simply another facet of interacting with Kal, just as natural as talking would have been before his ascension to godhood; to be near him was to surrender to the very concepts of lust and self-indulgence, not because one wanted to, but simply because it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t a choice so much as the way things were meant to be, the way the natural order had been designed to work, and thus resisting it was nothing if not complete folly; why waste time trying to remain decent or maintaining something resembling decorum when one could be throwing oneself into the very jaws of depravity in order to truly enjoy what it was like to give up and give in to one’s desires? To grow, to bloat, to swell, to transform, until one’s form became just as perfect as it could possibly be, right before one had the realization that it could be perfected further; excess became the rule rather than the exception, with all those exposed to the giant tiger and his creations openly welcoming the changes that gave them just about everything they could think of to play with and lose themselves in, to the point where one wouldn’t need others in order to experience sexual ecstasy… but of course, where was the fun in that? Why remain alone and merely explore one’s own body when there was a whole world with billions of others ready to join in on the fun, billions of souls ready and waiting to be welcomed into this new, divine state of being where lust and bliss were the only two sensations that anyone could ever possibly experience? No strife, no conflict, no hunger or thirst or disease, but simply a perfect existence where one could lose oneself for all of eternity and then return to reality to readjust their physical avatar before embarking on another eon or two of experimentation and carnal indulgence; after all, when the streets ran thick with cum and the waves of milk were tall enough to ride atop the spunk currents and lap at the second stories of buildings, what else was there to do but open one’s mouth and accept the bounty, to drink of it greedily and to go with the flow? This was the new life that Kal was offering those around him, a kind of life that would be given for free and without reservations to anyone who would embrace it willingly and accept the tiger’s warm, soft, tender touch… well, either his or that of any of his progeny, or his progeny’s progeny; the process he had begun could not be stopped, having gained too much momentum for anything to really put any brakes to it, and indeed, even if Kal, for whatever gods-forsaken reason, decided he wanted to put things back where they were before, it was highly doubtful that he could even remotely begin to do it, let alone be successful. The snowball had been thrown down the hill and it was already halfway to the base of it by the time the second wave of liberated souls came to understand true pleasure, at which point critical mass had been reached and there was simply no stopping anything from progressing in one single direction. Carla and Kal had managed to turn everyone inside the museum into better versions of themselves, and now that each and every one of those lucky individuals got to spread the joy of ascension to least two or three others, things would begin getting exponential as the planetary orgy truly began in earnest. Given the size boosy that came along with most of the transformations, it made it easy for even those with the biggest, most oversized assets to move around and find new partners, at which point the third generation would come to be and the multiplicative tree just kept getting wider and wider with each new generation brought into the fold. This process was made significantly easier by how much the amount of fluids spilled helped to bring new faces into the fold, either willingly as they threw themselves into the currents running through the streets and straight into buildings, or entirely by accident whenever someone made a wrong turn and their car was completely covered by thick cream or potent, virile seed. The flooding only became worse as time passed and the amount of people involved in the unravelling of their reality grew, as not only did their numbers contribute to an endless escalation in ejaculate and milk production, but their sheer size helped ensure that even the smallest of them produced hundreds of gallons of everything per second after just a few short minutes. Kal himself didn’t even have to worry about anything anymore; as great as he was as a lover in his brand new state of being, even he couldn’t compete with hundreds, soon to be thousands of people fucking like animals all at once… and nor should he even try; that wasn’t the point. He looked down at the artifact, feeling its power seep into him the more his apocalypse was unleashed upon the world, continuously changing and improving his body to give him the sort of physique that would make it perfectly clear who was supposed to be in charge there. He grew taller and bulkier, towering over even the biggest of his proverbial descendants, strong enough to snap steel between two single fingers, well-endowed to the point where he couldn’t take a single step without carving a half-mile-deep trench behind him from the weight of his nuts, so productive and virile that the area around him was awash with a thick drizzle of cum from his constant skyward spurts. He was colossal, and grew only larger the more the stone allowed the power contained on the other side of it to keep leaking into his body, turning him into less of a large tiger and more a living, breathing, feline-shaped gateway into this alternate existence, giving a fraction of a percentage point of the energy contained in it a way to break through to his side of the dimensional barrier. Even this sliver was more than enough to lead to drastic change all around him; his mere presence alone was already enough to start moulding and reshaping any tiny one that yet remained within sight, needing Kal to only lay eyes on someone for them to start bulging outwards and filling in every tender, sensitive, erogenous spot; as for the ones who had already been blessed, there was no reason why they couldn’t be improved further, leading to a few of them becoming downright gigantic even compared to their peers. Yet, above all others, there stood Kal, his footsteps thundering, his motions making the very ground beneath his feet quake with how heavy and imposing he had become. Soon, the whole planet would be able to feel his presence, the entirety of Earth realizing that their lives up until then had been naught but a prelude, an introduction to the real history of their civilization; it was one that could only be achieved through mindless self-indulgence and surrendering to one’s base desires, but one that would help them ascend to heights never thought of before, closer to the state that the other reality was in. So what if the flooding of cum and milk was already starting to strain the city’s sewer systems, so what if the amount of soft, supple flesh rolling around was becoming almost impossible to avoid? There would be no crushings in this perfect world of Kal’s, this new heaven that he helped to bring forth; anyone caught beneath anyone else would simply bask in the larger one’s glory and become bigger themselves, solving the problem instantly. Anyone drowning in anyone’s fluids would merely need to open their mouths and drink greedily, for all milk and seed would soon become as mannah to them. There would be no need to worry, for there would be nothing to worry about; Kal would see to that personally. Something he could do given how colossal he was becoming. It seemed that for each step he took he gained several yards in height and width, leaving him so enormously tall that he very easily broke through the first cloud layer without even realizing it had happened, and had to be reminded of it once a plane attempted to move out of the way before promptly bursting open from everyone inside being blessed by the tiger’s presence. None of them would be harmed, of course; their descent was slowed down by the giant titan’s powers, or maybe the ones seeping through the crack in reality that was the artifact around his neck, it was hard to tell; what mattered was that a brand new plane’s worth of passengers had been uplifted, and their existence became that much better for it. Now, all they had to do was find a suitable partner and start fucking, preferably one already of their size or slightly below, that they may further spread their blessings around the way they were meant to. For there was no need for them to do so to the rest of the planet’s population; they had Kal for that, who was still growing, still thickening, still ever more glorious and impossible to miss. He took wide wide strides in order to avoid stepping on any of his progeny, who had become so tiny to him, and his efforts to bring the whole world into the fold began to pay off almost immediately after he put his mind to them. He need not worry about getting the message out; there might not be news crews that survived first contact without joining the growing mass of blessed bodies, nor were there any amateurs capable of wielding cameras or phones for the exact same reason, but there was… himself. Himself, his presence, his body, his power; this, alone, was more than enough to start spreading his influence far and wide, even beyond the horizon… especially considering a single spurt of precum from his shaft alone was enough to put even the biggest of his progeny’s full loads to shame, something he was very proud to make evident as he openly stroked himself and painted the landscape white with each step he took. Things had begun to take a global turn by that point, precisely thanks to the giant tiger’s influence seeping into the very fabric of existence, aided along by the artifact he still wore on his neck; it was amazing how it was still there, how the chain had elongated and adapted to keep the diminutive piece of rock stuck to his body before finally melting into him and embedding the piece of the dimensional key into his skin proper. It was inlaid now, the gem shining in the sunlight as it slowly grew outwards, absorbing some of Kal’s own power as he continued to grow in every direction, continued to uplift civilization by way of forcefully showing them what they were missing out on. It was a process that couldn’t be stopped; the influx of energy from the other side of the veil had allowed the titan to tap into the same kind of dormant power that was responsible for all the impossible “magic” that had been dug up in the past few years, and from there it was simple enough for the key to siphon some of it to reconstitute itself. Not as it once was though; no, Kal would be the key. A living gateway, a physical god whose mere existence served as an affront to causality as he caused the veil between worlds to thin out, tattering in places and allowing parts of this other existence to literally flood into his own. There was a whole universe’s worth of perfection out there on the other side, and with so little space left, was it any wonder that the “others” needed some more room to vent all of their excess into? Spunk and lactic cream in equal measure began to leak into his reality all across the world, literal tears in reality itself opening in the sky and showering all those beneath them in an unending flood of fluids that only grew more powerful with each passing second. Lakes and rivers had their waters corrupted and eventually replaced, entire seas and eventually oceans becoming more opaque, thicker, whiter as they were consumed by the tide, the animals within mutating to approach sentience, that they may too reap the benefits of this worldwide calamity-turned-rapture. The very shores began to erode as sea levels rose, as the world over was forced to deal with the fact that “dry” land would never be dry again; everything would always be covered in a layer of their production, eternally sloshing in currents that spanned the entire globe, with the only difference being how deep the coating happened to be… and seeing as all those living on the planet were set to keep growing for all of eternity, said depth could just keep increasing as well, until the Earth began to expand with the sheer amount of juices flowing, and the cities of old were covered by miles and miles of cream and cum. This was the world that Kal gave everyone, the world that he had helped create purely by virtue of his existence, but oddly enough, it didn’t feel like it was… enough. Yes, it was perfection, of that there was no doubt, but it was merely one world, a measly little planet among what might very well be trillions, if not more, in his galaxy alone; while most of them were most likely devoid of life, the fact that there was an entire new reality on the other side of that gem proved that life could develop in other places, and if that held true, then wasn’t it his responsibility to ensure that it, too, could savor of the same perfection that everyone else on his planet already was? As a true god of excess and self-indulgence, was it not Kal’s job to make sure that all sentient life, regardless of where it may be, could appreciate the finer points of what it was like to give up their worldly concerns and ascend to a new stage of existence? He certainly seemed to think so, but at the same time, he was still planet-bound. At least… for the time being. He closed his eyes, attempting to focus on what was happening on the other side, or, more specifically, what had happened to the other side. He could see it in the back of his eyes, a history that wasn’t his own being replayed at fast speed, more of an instinctive knowledge than anything else; Kal saw worlds, many more than his own and that of his patrons on the other side of the veil, linked together in a vast, multiversal structure that spanned far more layers of existence than even he assumed there had been before, in a spider’s web of truly mind-boggling proportions. Together, they traded, conversed, exchanged, improved upon one another, in a multi-dimensional golden age that lasted for what felt like several eternities; entire universe’s worth of resources were dedicated to expanding the lifetime of others, that life may flourish from where there had been none, and that it may last forever in an endless paradise. But it was only heaven as per its own rules and regulations; doorways were shut for the smallest of transgressions in order to preserve the “purity” of it all, a feckless attitude if he’d ever seen one. Eventually, and predictably, one universe would discover the same power source that now worked in overtime to transform him and all those around him, and after their influence expanded to “contaminate” several other realities, whoever was left destroyed the entire network in a blind panic, cutting every instance of existence away from all others, and isolating the “disease” for all eternity. Until now. Because it wasn’t a disease or a contaminant, it was a blessing, a missing piece of the puzzle that ensured that all those who saw it could experience true bliss for all of eternity. All that these presupposed masters of reality had done was kneejerk reacted to their impending perfection with the same attitude that one entrenched in one’s views might have to anything different: rejection. They rejected this truth, rejected the glory it offered, and in their folly, made sure no one would be able to embrace it if they had not done so already, then hid away in their little corners hoping it would all just go away, all while dooming this once-vast, multi-dimensional pan-civilization to a slow, decadent descent into mundanity. But not anymore, not with Kal there, not with the tiger at the helm to spearhead the new awakening and the spread of the good word; his patrons on the other side might be happy to simply welcome another reality into the fold, but he wasn’t. Others might be content in simply living with their new state of self, but he wasn’t going to just stop there; after all, when he set his mind to something, he wouldn’t stop until he did it right, and Kal wasn’t one to stick with “good enough” solutions when better ones were available to him. No, more was required, more was necessary, and if no one else was going to do it, then he would. After all, his body had become a key as well, not just a gateway. The unique combination of the artifact fragment and his own biology, empowered by the energies from two distinct realities, had all come together to turn him into something… unique. Something that existence in general had never seen before, a living keystone that could freely unlock whatever door it saw in front of it, given enough time to figure out how it was shut. It might take him aeons to break through to the next universe over, but that didn’t really matter, because he did have aeons to spend. It would take him a literal eternity before he truly began his great work to reestablish the great civilizations of old, but that was fine. He had all the time in existence.

Title: 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 02 Tags: cousin sex, sister sex, anal, ass to mouth, voyerism, sister, cousin, outdoor sex, blowjob, squirting *All characters are 18+* \*\*\*\*\* Everything looked different in the light of day. Last night I had sex with my beautiful, vivacious, horny, and goddess-like cousin, Julia. It seemed like the world should stand still in celebration. My mind reeled. I got out of bed, pulled on my shorts, grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower. Luckily, the bathroom was free. I closed the door, stripped off, and stepped into the gloriously hot water. Damn, I love a nice hot shower! I really enjoyed the smell of my body wash, and the scratchy feel of my poof. I was in heaven. The door opened. What the fuck? "Jack?" It was my sister Katie. "I have to pee, do you mind?" "No, go ahead." I saw her lower her panties through the occluded glass. My cock twitched. I always had a thing about girls peeing. I guess I'm just a pervert. I heard her tinkling, and reached down with my soapy hand, and tugged on my growing dick. "Did you have fun last night?" My hand froze in mid-stroke. Everything had happened so fast last night that I never had time to consider how Katie would react to me having sex with her best friend and cousin. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What the fuck do you think I fucking mean, Jack? I could hear you banging Julia. I was right across the hall, and it wasn't like you two tried to be quiet." Shit. This was not going to go well. If Katie was angry she could make life difficult for me. What if she was mad at Julia? After all, I didn't go into her room wearing only a towel. Then again, everything is always the guy's fault. That hard and fast rule is true 99% of the time with women. "What do you want me to say, Kay? Yeah, I had a great time. I'm an eighteen year old guy, and I had sex with a beautiful woman. You had to know it was going to happen, you are her best friend and all." I heard the toilet paper rustle. She let out an exasperated sigh, muttered something under her breath, and then flushed the toilet. "What'd you say, Katie? The water is loud in here." She bent over, giving me a fuzzy view of her bubble butt, and pulled her panties back on in one quick motion. "I said, fuck off, asshole!" She stomped out and slammed the door. My cock went totally limp. What is wrong with her today? Yesterday she watched me get a hand job from Julia in the lake, and stood there while I blasted her with part of my load. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never understand the divine mystery that is woman. The joy had gone out of my shower. Katie was mad at me for something. Was it something I did to Julia last night? Did I do something wrong? Is she mad at me today also? Fuck. It looks like it is going to be one of those days again; one of those days that fucking end in "Y." I finished rinsing my hair, turned off the water, and dried off. I wrapped myself in my towel, gathered my clothes, and flitted quickly from the bathroom to my bedroom, and closed the door. I wasn't alone in my room. It felt like my throat was starting to close up. "Julia," I managed to squeak out. She was spread out on my bed in all of her nude glory. Julia has a tight, tanned body. It is the kind of body that only cheerleaders have. She had just enough curves in all the right places, a flat stomach with just a hint at a six pack, and an ass so tight that you could bounce a quarter off of it. Top it off with honey brown hair with blonde highlights, and a dazzling smile, and you had one killer package; and she was butt naked in my bed. "What are you doing, Jules?" She languorously ran her hands over the perfect curves of her breasts, and down the flat plane of her stomach. I tried to think about my mom making breakfast not twenty five feet from where I stood, but I failed miserably. I reached behind me to lock the door, but I felt it open on my hand. Oh shit! It was going to be my mom. I was so dead! It was Katie. "What's going on?" She froze in place when she saw Julia naked on my bed, and then she closed my door. I heard the click of the lock button. Whatever was happening here it would not be witnessed by anyone else. What was Katie's deal? Wasn't she mad at me? Julia seemed unmoved by both the presence of Katie in the room, and by the smell of bacon being fried by my mother in the kitchen. Her hands continued to roam across her body teasingly. She rubbed across her hips to her thighs. Her thighs parted, and I was looking at the holiest of holies, not in the refracted moonlight like last night, but in the light of day. My cock twitched, and quickly began to grow. Her pussy looked... hungry. Her labia were pink and engorged with her excitement. A finger teased between the lips, and up toward the clit, liberally spreading her glistening cunt juice. She slowly raised her finger to her parted lips, slipped it into her mouth, sucked it, and let it go with an audible pop. "Mmmmm. Fuck, I taste good. Don't I, Kay?" Katie didn't answer; she just stood next to me, mesmerized by her naked cousin. Julia moved with the grace of a panther stalking its kill. She smoothly slid off the bed onto the carpet, and got on her knees in front of me. Her face was about even with my hard on, which was comically covered by my towel. "Is that for me?" She beamed an angelic smile, then paused and looked at my sister. "Perhaps it's for Katie?" I looked over to Katie, and her eyes were glued on the huge tent in my towel. She had somehow moved over to sit in my room's only chair, which was positioned directly across from the bed. She was radiant. Her gorgeous red hair flowed down her back, glistening coppery in the early morning sunlight. She was still wearing the ratty white tank top and pink panties from last night. She didn't have on a bra, and the thin fabric of her white top did nothing to disguise her evident excitement. You could see the roundness of her areolas clearly, and right in the middle, protruding almost an inch were her nipples. They looked hard enough to chip a diamond. She leaned back in the chair, and opened her legs slightly, apparently waiting to watch what was going to happen in front of her. Her green eyes were huge, and her face looked almost feral with hunger as she focused on my boner. I was so caught up in seeing this new side of Katie that I almost forgot about the naked form of Julia that was kneeling in front of me, at least until I felt her small hand reach out and strip away my towel. My attention immediately shifted to Julia, even as I heard Katie whisper a quiet "Oh my god." Julia licked her lips quickly, and sucked the tip of my cock between her lips. The heat and moisture of her mouth felt incredible on my erection. Her piercing blue eyes looked right into mine, and she smiled around my pole, then she slid down until it touched the back of her throat. She sucked in gently, and slid back up to my head, her tongue gently teased the sensitive spot, right under the head. Katie let out a small growl from the back of her throat, drawing my attention back to her. She was focused on what Julia was doing to my cock. She licked her full lips sensuously, and I wondered for a second what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. Her hands were pressed firmly against her flat tummy, and she squeezed her legs together, than let them part again slowly. Was she teasing her pussy by grinding her thighs together? My gaze slid down her body until it reached her tight pink panty clad cunt. I could clearly see her camel toe, as it was perfectly defined by the way her panties tightened between her porcelain thighs. I thought I could see the faintest spot of wetness between her pussy lips. I moaned at the sight, as Julia sucked me in, and Katie's green eyes were riveted onto mine. I couldn't believe it. I was getting sucked off by a sex goddess, and I couldn't take my eyes off my goddamned sister! Julia hummed with happiness as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I slid my hands behind her head, into her light brown hair, and rocked forward to meet her next bob with a thrust of my own. My cock bumped the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but she quickly recovered, and continued on her relentless pursuit to drain the cum out of my balls. Katie appeared to be breathing rapidly, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as if in concentration, but her eyes never left my cock. She squeezed her legs tightly closed again, then spread them wide, and I knew that I hadn't imagined the wet spot before, because now they appeared to be soaked. Her wet panties clung to her pussy in a way that left nothing to the imagination. My breath exhaled like a shot, and I felt the unmistakable approach of my orgasm. Julia reached under and squeezed my balls gently, her long nails scratching slightly on my tightening sack. Katie's hand slipped between her thighs as she glued her knees together again, and this time, she didn't spread them apart. She continued to grind them together, as she dropped her eyes from mine, and leaned forward. Her face was only about a foot and a half away from the junction of my cock and Julia's mouth, and she seemed to be eager to watch my impending climax. I drew my eyes away from my sister, back to the tanned goddess that had half of my cock buried in her face. She smiled again as she saw that she had recaptured my undivided attention, and slurped quite loudly, as her saliva dripped sexily down her chin, onto her perky breasts. I groaned softly, trying to be as quiet as possible, but it was really hard to tone down the noise. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs. She sped up her onslaught on my pole, sucking me harder, and bobbing her head faster. Katie let out a loud moan, and I saw her arm moving furiously out of the corner of my eye. It suddenly occurred to me that she was probably having an orgasm. She was cumming while watching me get sucked off! Thinking about Katie's orgasm was all it took. I started feeling tingles in my balls, they quickly built from tingles to a small flame, and building quickly towards an inferno. "I'm gonna cum," I hissed as quietly as I could. I was ever the gentleman. Katie moaned again softly; her hand still moved on top of her panties, and wriggled in her seat. Julia smoothly slid my cock from between her lips, and started jacking it furiously. "Cum on me, baby!" she squealed much too loudly. "Drown me in your cum, Jack. Oh fuck, I want it so bad!" The dirty talk was all it took to make me cum. My entire body tensed and my cock exploded. It felt like I had never had an orgasm before and that this one was my first ever. Huge ropes of semen splashed across her cheek, nose, into her hair, and they just kept coming. Spurt after spurt of red-hot jizz shot out of my cock to douse this incredible cock-sucking beauty. It looked like two or three guys had spooged on her. Her mouth was open wide, and she moved in to catch the last couple of dribbles from my fire hose on her tongue. She swallowed greedily, making my seed disappear like a magic trick. I swayed as my knees seemed to unhinge as my ridiculously hard orgasm wound down. It was all I could do to keep from falling down and crushing the semen frosted cheerleader. "That's what I'm talking about, Jack. Fuck, you came hard. It is all over me." Julia cracked a smile as she smeared cum over her perky breasts. She scooped a glob from her cheek, and slurped it greedily into her mouth. Katie moaned softly again while she watched the cum covered nympho frolic in my spunk. Julia had never looked hotter than she did in that moment, with the bright morning sun bouncing happily off her perfectly tanned, jizz-soaked body. Then she did something that totally kicked up the heat about a thousand notches. She slid her finger across her forehead like a squeegee, scooping up a huge amount of sperm, and popped it into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, moving her finger in and out of her mouth, mock-fellating it. She popped it out of her greedy, inseminated mouth, and pulled Katie down and kissed her soundly. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, my sister and our sperm drenched cousin sharing a mouth load of my jizz. I almost felt like I could cum again. My cock never started to get soft; it just stayed rock hard at the sight of these two uncommon beauties tongues flashing in each other's mouths. Katie's hand slid down Julia's neck, and cupped a semen coated breast. Her thumb swirled around Julia's slippery nipple, as she softly teased it. Julia's cum covered hands were buried in Katie's wild red curls. As quickly as it started, the kiss broke apart. Julia moved away from my sister, and Katie's eyes flashed from my still rock hard cock to my eyes. She smiled at me beatifically. Some of my sperm had rubbed off of Julia's face, onto her chin, and her tank top looked like it was wet from rubbing against Julia's luscious little tits. Katie stood up quickly, grabbed my towel from the floor, and flung it at Julia. "Wipe off and get dressed quick, before my mom comes down here." Julia complied silently. She wiped my spunk off onto the white towel, and pulled her shorts and tank top over her gorgeous body. She stood, and kissed me gently, her lips tasted faintly of my salty semen. She wrapped her small hand around my pole, and gave it a tug. "Thanks, stud. I really enjoyed that." She slipped past me, unlocked the door and disappeared down the hall. I was left alone in the room with my sister and an awkward silence followed. What could I have said after that? She smiled at me again, kissed my cheek quickly and then followed our cousin. I closed the door and let out a deep breath. What had just happened? No matter who was sucking my cock, it was Katie that I got off on. Her watching me was what really did it. My sister and I were always pretty close and had been especially close for the past three years or so. Yes, I have had some racy thoughts about her, but that's normal isn't it? This was a whole other level. I mechanically got dressed in jean shorts and a baby blue t-shirt and then made my way out to breakfast before my mom could come looking for me. I was having scrambled eggs and bacon when the girls showed up, giggling to themselves. My mind was so clouded by thoughts of what had happened that I could barely choke down my breakfast but they were their usual ebullient selves. Julia smiled at me without a trace of shyness or embarrassment. All I could think about was her face and body bathed in my joy juice. Katie grinned at Julia and then turned to me. Her piercing green eyes seemed to take all of me in at once, weighing and measuring me, and then she smiled back at me shyly. At least she seemed to acknowledge the fact that what happened in the bedroom really had occurred and that it was a little out of the ordinary. "What do you guys have planned for today?" my mom chirped cheerily. She was obviously oblivious of what had gone on last night and earlier today; thank god. "We were going to see if we could borrow the truck to go on a hike at Chapel Loop." Katie said cautiously. She gave a guarded look to Julia who came back with her signature smirk. "That sounds nice. You guys have a good time, your father and I are going to mow the lawn and work on the flower beds today. We have to get them ready to plant tomorrow." That sounded good to me, since I hated yard work. I never understood why people would go on vacation to do more work, but that's my mom for you. \*\*\* The drive to Chapel Loop State Park was very peaceful. Katie rode shotgun, and Julia rode in the back seat. It was a very nice day outside, partly cloudy, and warm, but not really hot. Both the girls were dressed in tank tops, tight shorts, and comfortable shoes. Being that this was the first time that we had been alone, I decided to get some answers from the girls. They were currently gabbing on about one of their friends who had got caught sneaking out of her house. "Katie why were you so mad at me this morning, in the bathroom?" The conversation immediately stopped dead. She looked at me with a cornered expression. I could tell that she didn't want to answer me. The silence stretched on. She was so much better at this than I was that I almost regretted asking the question to begin with. "Why do you think that I was mad at you?" Katie countered. So this was how it was going to be. "Because you told me to fuck off, that's why. Is that something that you just generally say to people for no reason?" I thought that my logic was sound. "I had just woke up, and I was in a bad mood, alright. It wasn't anything... personal." She looked at me challengingly, like she just dared me to continue. I decided to let that drop, but there were some things that I was still curious about. "What about in my room this morning, what was that about? You..." "Stop!" This time it was Julia who spoke up. "Listen; just enjoy what happens, Jack. Live in the moment, because if you start asking too many questions, shit might stop happening. Do you get me?" I was confused. They wanted to do things, but they didn't want to talk about it. What the fuck? If I live to be a million years old, I'll never understand women. "But..." Katie cut me off. "Did you enjoy your blowjob this morning?" Katie quizzed. "Yeah, you know I did." "Then just fucking drop it, Jack." Katie left no doubt that they were done answering questions. I wanted to push, but my common sense, and my cock, told me to shut the fuck up. I put my eyes back on the road and let silence fall over the car. If that was how it was going to be, then fine. Chapel Loop State Park had a wonderful hiking trail. Katie and I found it the year before and I was eager to try it out again. It wasn't very long, only about five miles, but it offered beautiful scenery and many picnic areas along the way. We planned on spending most of the day there. We parked about fifty yards from the trail head and noticed that there weren't very many cars in the parking lot. That was one of the best things about northern Michigan; you never had to wait in line for anything. We started walking leisurely, the girls taking the lead. Like the pervert that I was, I looked at their asses. I had to admit, both were spectacular. I usually didn't ogle my sister's ass; but after seeing her and Julia swapping my cum this morning, usual definitely didn't describe my mood. Julia's ass is tight and athletic; Katie's is bigger, and definitely a curvy, bubble butt. We walked along, having companionable conversation about mostly inane things. It was comfortable. My comfort level evaporated when the girls fell in step beside me. "So Jack," Julia quipped with a smirk, "Katie tells me you've only had sex with one girl. Well, besides me, of course." I looked at Katie, and she didn't even have the good grace to look at all ashamed. In fact, she looked at me challengingly. How could she know that? I didn't know, so I asked. "How do you know that?" "Girls talk Jack. Do you think sex never comes up in our conversations?" Katie giggled at my supposed innocence. "I know that you got a blow job from Phoebe Miller when she was wasted at Nicole's party." How could she know that? I never even told any of my friends about it. It wasn't because I was ashamed, or anything. I was just never the kind of guy to brag about stuff like that. Besides, we were both drunk at the time, and that was probably the only reason it had happened. "So you invaded an intoxicated girl's mouth?" Julia asked. "What happened to you being a nice guy?" Surprisingly Katie came to my rescue. "The girl was a fucking whore, and she probably blew half that party. It wouldn't have mattered if she was drunk or not." She smiled cheekily at me. "His good guy status is still intact." "We'll have to see about that. He did fuck his cousin last night, in the bedroom right next to his sister's." Julia seemed pleased with herself. "You also can't deny what happened this morning, either." "What'd he do this morning? You ambushed him, and gave him head, so what?" Katie looked a little bothered. She didn't let anyone slam my reputation if she could help it. "Well," Julia started, "The so what is that he got off by looking at his little sister." "I think that you are just mad that he kept paying attention to me, while you had his cock in your mouth. You're just jealous." I had never heard Katie use the word "cock" before. It was kind of sexy. I was tired of being on the defensive, so I decided to play a little offense. "So Julia, it looked like that wasn't the first time that you two had kissed. So is it a habit, or what?" I couldn't see myself, but I must have looked pretty smug right about then. Julia was on one side of me, and Katie walked on the other. I saw them exchange meaningful looks. "As a matter of fact, it is a habit..." "Julia!" "...we're lesbian lovers." What the fuck? Whatever I had expected, it wasn't that. "You fucking cunt!" I had hardly ever heard my sweet, innocent sister say the "C" word either, but apparently there was a lot that I didn't know about her. "What, are you ashamed of me, or something? It wasn't like he didn't figure it out already. We talked about showing him." Apparently they had made plans concerning me. I fucking knew it was a conspiracy. "We talked about it, but we never decided anything." Katie looked in genuine distress, and she stopped walking. I stopped beside her. Her eyes were tearing up. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. It wasn't unusual for us to hug. "I'm sorry," I started. "I didn't mean for you to get upset." "I know," she sniffed. "I'm just not sure that I wanted you to know about that." "It's no big deal, honestly. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you are happy." She smiled at me, and I wiped the tears from her cheek with my thumb. "God, get a room. You know that he just thinks it's hot. He wouldn't care if you fucked a giraffe, as long as you'd let him watch." She did have a point. I had to admit that the image of her and Julia played itself out in my mind even as I held her close. Between the fantasy of them going at it, and her close proximity, my dick started to get hard. She was pressed right against me, because of the firmness of my grip. I felt her ample tits rub up against my chest, and I smelled the strawberry shampoo that she used. She was driving me crazy! All these feelings were new to me. "Hello there!" she giggled wildly, and ground her stomach up against my throbbing member. I had risen to full hardness in what seemed like record time. I loosened my grip around her shoulders to let her pull away, but she pulled me closer. "Is he hard?" Julia asked. "Yeah, he is. It's fucking huge, he's almost poking me in the ribs." She giggled animatedly, all thoughts of her anger toward Julia apparently forgotten. "Well you are practically a midget, Kay. But one thing is for sure, you can't deny that this erection is totally because of you. He can't even see me." I could hear the smirk in Julia's voice. "He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" I felt Julia's body press against mine from behind. Her hard nipples stabbed at my back, as Katie's stabbed at my front. I could have had a heart attack right there in the middle of the trail. "Yeah, he does," Katie said breathlessly. "It's so thick." She ground her stomach against my cock again. My cock had surpassed hard, and went straight to petrified. I felt Julia's hand squeeze between my dick and Katie's stomach, and she gripped my schlong fiercely. "Oh fuck, that is hard. We need to take care of this," Julia teased, as she jacked my shaft. "We can't have you hiking like this, it might get bent." She giggled, and Katie mimicked her. "We could go back to the car," I suggested hopefully. "That's a half an hour walk," Julia complained. She sounded like she wanted her fun now. She began to kiss my neck softly. "There should be some picnic tables ahead. Last time we were here, they were arranged about a half an hour apart," Katie said. I wasn't sure about this idea. I didn't exactly like the idea of being "taken care of" out in the open for anyone who walked by to see, but I was suddenly so out of my mind horny, that I just didn't give a shit. Apparently Julia agreed with me because she immediately seized my hand, and began practically dragging me down the trail. Katie laughed musically, and grabbed hold of my other hand. We walked for about another five minutes before we found the picnic tables that Katie promised. The hardness of my prick never wavered. If anything, the determination that Julia showed while stalking down the trail excited me even more. As soon as we reached the small clearing, Julia threw her arms around my neck, and pulled my head down for a kiss. Passionate wouldn't exactly describe our kissing. She practically devoured my mouth, while she ground my cock against her belly. She moaned softly into the kiss. "I need you, right now!" She wasn't asking, she was telling. I looked over at Katie, who had taken a seat at the closest picnic table, and she gave me a small nod of the head. I wasn't sure what her place would be in this, but right then I didn't care. My entire thought process boiled down to nine inches of need. Julia walked over to the picnic table that Katie was sitting on, and began to undo her shorts. "Take your shorts off, dumbass. How am I going to get at your cock with them on?" I readily complied by undoing my own shorts, and pulling them and my boxers down. My cock sprang into the open air, gloriously hard. I had thought she was going to give me a hand job, but apparently she wanted to fuck. She was having a hard time with her shorts, since they were so tight. I moved behind her, grabbed the legs of her shorts, and pulled down forcefully. They slowly moved down, grudgingly at first, then quickly pooled around her ankles. She had no panties on. I briefly wondered if this was planned, but found that I didn't care one way, or the other. Pulling her shorts down put my face even with her ass, and I leaned forward and kissed it gently. She shivered at the touch of my lips. She bent forward at the waist, planting her hands on the table, and spread her legs. The sight of her glistening love hole almost made me cum on myself. I could see how desperately wet she was. Just in the time since her shorts were down, her juices had begun to drip down her thigh. Apparently I wasn't the only one who became more excited on the way to the picnic area. I went from crouching to fully on my knees. I licked her moistened thigh, and worked my way toward the creamy center. She tasted and smelled terrific, and pre-cum began to leak out of my erect cock. I knew that I couldn't last long during sex; I was way too over excited. I had only eaten pussy once, and my inexperience showed. I focused on her slit, sliding my tongue over and between her lips. I explored the inside of her pussy, and quickly began to tongue fuck it. Though probably inept, my attentions had their desired effect, and she started grinding her pussy back against my face. Her moans spurred me onward, and my confidence in my abilities was quickly bolstered. The tonguing and grinding continued for a couple of minutes. Just when my tongue started getting really tired, she came... hard. She cried out loudly, in a wordless release of sexual tension. I continued my efforts as she shuddered to a finish. All I could think about was getting my rod into her slick tunnel of love. She started to turn to face me, but I wordlessly pushed her back around. I was done taking orders from her, this was now about me. She obediently bent over again, and I guided my cock up to her tight slit, her girl juice and my pre-cum paved the way. I pushed in, none too gently, only burying about two inches of my shaft in her scalding hot pussy. It was so tight, even after fucking last night, that it felt like I had died and gone to heaven. "Give me all your cock, Jack. Shove it in, give it to me." I didn't make her wait. There was no teasing this time. I grabbed her by the hips, and mercilessly buried as much as I could inside her. "Awww, fuck!" she cried out loudly. It was all she could manage as I started to relentlessly plow her. I drew almost out, and quickly shoved it back in. Almost out, and back in. I just started to get a rhythm going when I looked over her shoulder at Katie. She was propped up on the picnic table's bench, naked from the waist down. My breath caught, and my rhythm broke. I slipped out, and almost shoved it up her ass, before her squeal alerted me to the wrongness of the hole. I plowed back in the correct hole at full speed. Katie's eyes locked on mine as she frigged herself at the speed of light. Her snatch was flushed gloriously pink from excitement with just a little red tuft of a landing strip above her clit. Her pussy was beautiful, and I wanted it desperately. I wanted to bury my fingers, my face, and my cock in it. She moved the hand that was bracing her on the bench, and attacked her clit with it. She was now held up entirely by upper body strength, and her porcelain belly quivered with the strain. I was plundering Julia's cunt mercilessly, and my lusty excitement was building to the point of no return. Katie began panting and moaning, all the while her gaze was locked on mine. She looked seconds away from cumming, and so was I. "I'm getting really close," I managed to choke out, in between thrusting and sucking air. I needed to know where to cum, before I mindlessly blew my wad. "Cum inside me, Jack. Cum in my pussy, PLEASE!" I felt her cunt momentarily tighten, as she began her orgasm. Apparently the thought of me painting her insides with my jizz pushed her over the edge. An orgasm tore through Katie, as she heard her cousin and lover plead for cum. As soon as Katie began to howl, I lost my fight. Thick streams of cum gushed out of my shaft and into her cum greedy pussy. It felt like her tunnel was milking my cock for every last drop of jizz, and that's what I gave her; every single last drop. As our orgasms wound down, Katie dropped her eyes from mine, and slumped back onto the picnic bench. Julia had been holding up tirelessly to my onslaught; but her strength began to lag as I continued to bang her pussy, even after I was finished cumming. I let go of her hips, and ceased my motions, and she practically collapsed face first onto the table top. I had to admit, it was a lovely sight. Her tight, perky, teenaged ass bent over the table, with a load of our combined cum running down her leg. I slapped her ass as I walked around her and sat down on the bench next to Katie's prone form. Julia pushed herself into a standing position, walked around, and sat down in my lap. I felt the warm wetness of her pussy up against my leg, and my cock twitched. I held Julia on my lap, and began to kiss her gently on her neck. I slid my hand cautiously over to my sister's pale thigh. It felt wonderfully smooth and silky as I stroked it. I wondered what it would taste like. "You surprised me by eating my pussy like that." Julia laughed throatily as she continued to try and catch her breath. "I didn't think you did that, since you made no move to do it last night." "Last night was kind of crazy," I said. "You were driving me insane, and I couldn't get to fuck you fast enough; plus, you were really into getting finger banged." She laughed. "Speaking of finger banging, are you alright Kay?" Katie had been lying back quietly, letting me softly rub her thigh. "Yeah," she said hoarsely, "I'm good... Really good" She smiled up at us, and the girls started a riot of giggling. "What were you thinking about when you came?" Julia asked once the giggles died. "None of your business," she said quite seriously for an eighteen year old girl. "It's cool if you got off watching him fuck the hell out of me." I nipped at Julia's neck teasingly, and she moaned. Katie stayed silent. "You weren't really watching him fuck me though, were you?" Katie looked hesitant. I knew that she was tense by the tightening of her thigh, but she finally answered quietly, so quietly that I didn't catch the answer. I think I knew what she said just by the way she had looked at me while I was fucking Julia. She had been thinking about me. More specifically, she had been thinking about me plundering her goodies like I had been doing to Julia. Thinking about Katie this way was too much, and my cock began to push hungrily against the cheerleader's ass in my lap. "Wow, up again already, huh?" she said to my cock. It didn't answer back, though. Julia grinned at me, gave me a quick kiss, and slid off my lap onto the grass. She attacked my cock with her dirty little mouth, sucking, licking, and bobbing. I saw her rapidly rubbing her clit with her free hand. I looked at Katie, and she watched me defiantly, as if I was challenging her right to watch. "Take off your shirt," I told her. She looked at me questioningly. Julia thought I meant her, so she stripped her tank top over her head in one smooth motion, barely breaking her rhythm. I looked down at the naked goddess in my lap, who was willing to do the filthiest of things for my pleasure. I was sure that if I had decided to take her ass a few minutes ago, she would have cheerily complied with my wishes despite her initial sounds of protest. I looked back at Katie, and tightened my grip on her thigh almost painfully. "Take your shirt off. I want to see you naked." She looked at me for a long minute. There seemed to be a war being waged behind her brilliant green eyes. I wasn't sure who should win. She slowly stripped off her tank top, then undid her bra, and added it to the small pile of her clothes on the table top. She was now gloriously, and deliciously naked in front of her own brother. Julia had clearly been confused by my second order to take her top off, since she had readily went along with the first. She saw where I was looking, and watched Katie take her top off. She smirked at me when I looked at her, then returned her slutty mouth to the task at hand. After a couple more minutes of foreplay she was ready for action. She was also in the mood to give orders. "Climb up on top of the table," she told me. I stripped off my shirt, completing my nudity, and got on the table. "Not that way, dumbass. Turn around so that you can see Katie too." I felt stupid for a second, but quickly realized that she was giving me her approval for me to look at Katie while we were having sex. Apparently she wasn't worried about being upstaged by my redheaded sister. I turned around on the table. "Now lay down," she said bossily. I lay down, but I was frustrated because I couldn't see Katie. "Easy, big guy," she smirked at me, "Don't look so disappointed, you're killing my fucking ego. I'll get your hot little sis for you." Julia got up on the table and straddled me, and then Katie got up and put one of her legs on the edge of the table right next to me. Her crotch was just about even with my face, and she was only a foot away. I could see how wet she was, and smell how excited she was. I saw the look in my sister's eyes. Katie looked vulnerable. It was something that I never thought I would see in Julia's eyes in a million years. I was instantly distracted from Katie when Julia slid my cock inside her in one smooth stroke. She was very, very wet, and hot as lava. Damn she felt tight. She made little mewling noises in the back of her throat as her insides adjusted to my fat prick inside her, she was able to get almost all of me inside her in this position. If Julia's pussy had gears, she would have only one, and it would be labeled "fuck me hard." She lived up to that label as she rode me fast. Her pussy began to bottom out on my cock as she slowly stretched inside. Every time she bottomed out, she made these little cooing noises. It was very cute, and it spurred me to fuck her harder. So for every stroke, I had a counter-stroke waiting, and our bodies settled into the timeless dance together. I saw Katie playing with her nipples out of the corner of my eye. I turned to watch the show that she was putting on for me. Her nipples were large and beautiful, centered on impossibly perky breasts, the kind that only an eighteen year old could possess. I really couldn't judge her cup size, being that I knew so little about such things. They were bigger than my ex's and bigger than Julia's; they had to be at least a D cup. She saw me looking and stepped up her efforts. I reached out with my left hand and softly trailed my fingers over her flat stomach. She shivered violently at my caress as a small moan escaped her lips. I had the feeling that I was driving her as crazy as she was driving me. My attention was drawn back to Julia as she quickly approached orgasm. Her previous coos, that I found so cute, had turned into small grunts. I placed my right hand on her hip to steady her as she slightly started to lose control of her movements. It was hard to coordinate everything that I was doing at once, not at all like the porn stars that you see on video. It wasn't a slick, coordinated effort; it was all of us doing our own thing as we spastically rutted against one another in the open air. I stopped stroking Katie and concentrated on Julia, pulling my left hand up to her hip in order to stabilize her. I increased my upward thrusts as she came down and received an immediate reaction. Her pussy went off like a firecracker. It tightened with a vise-like grip, threatening to push my invading cock out. I fought against her cunt muscles, and plowed ahead, feeling her tunnel become slick with her cum. She howled a mix of unintelligible noises mixed with obscenities that prominently featured the words fuck, cock, cunt, and slut. I didn't understand what the fuck she said, but I had a pretty good idea what it meant: she was having an awesome fucking orgasm. Before I could pat myself on the back too much for my heroic efforts in imparting female pleasure, she collapsed on top of me, shivering, shaking, and gasping for air. For a trim little cheerleader, I was surprised at how heavy she was as dead weight. I kissed her neck, and told her how wonderful she was. I ran my hands all over her body, which was slick with a thin sheen of perspiration. She gradually came to her senses, and began to kiss me back. "Wow," I said stupidly, not being able to think of anything more appropriate. She grinned at me, then twined her fingers in my short brown hair and kissed me hard. Apparently we were not the only people affected by the hotness of the sex. Katie half sat, half laid on the bench seat of the picnic table, directly below and beside me. Her pussy made wet sopping noises as her fingers rammed in and out of her slick hole. "Awww, fuck," she said dazedly as she attempted to finger herself off. Unlike last time, she was within ready reach of my left hand. I bent my arm back, and gently squeezed one of her firm breasts. Her insanely hard nipple poked between my fingers, and I squeezed it; gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her eyes drilled into mine again. "Oh god... yes," she exclaimed as I practically mauled her right tit. I saw little drops of wetness flick from her fingers as she fucked herself at what had to be a record pace. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in her soaking wet snatch, but the weight of the beautiful girl on top of me, and my own fears kept me in my place. Julia stopped kissing me, and watched the hot stroke fest that was my sister. "Cum for your brother," Julia said forcefully. "Think about how hard his cock is for you." "Oh... yeah," Katie moaned. "Think about how his big hard cock would feel inside you... fucking you... filling your hot little pussy up." "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her fingers blurred as she plowed her slit. "Think about your brother fucking you and cumming inside you. Imagine him shooting his load deep inside of your pussy." That was enough to send Katie over the edge. She howled into the woods as she came hard on her fingers, girl cum soaking her hand and squirting her parted thighs and cunt. Damn, she came a lot. My hard cock jumped inside Julia's snatch, as my sister's eyes blazed at me, threatening to burn me to ash. I was dizzy with the idea of fucking my gorgeous, redheaded sister. I could smell the excitement of her hot little pussy as it continued to spasm on her now slowing fingers. It drove me insane. I released my grip on her breast as her orgasm subsided. Nobody said anything for a few long minutes. Julia slid off my hard cock, and started pumping it with her fist. It slid though her fingers smoothly because of the slick coating of her cum. "Do you want to fuck him?" Julia broke the silence bluntly. I looked at Katie and she stared back at me. She slowly nodded. "But I don't want to do it here, though. Not for our first time. I kind of want it to be special." I understood her reservations. Katie was definitely a girl that craved romance, and getting shagged senseless on a picnic table was kind of tawdry. "Do you want to suck him off or something? I bet he'd just go nuts fucking those ginormous tits of yours." She shook her head slowly. Julia beamed at me, and squeezed my cock. "It's you and me, cowboy. What do you want me to do?" I honestly didn't know. I felt a little guilty, but I was so focused on Katie that Julia kind of dimmed in comparison. Then it came to me in a flash. "I want to fuck your ass," I said confidently. I certainly sounded more confident than I really was since I'd never done anal before. It sounded like a good idea, though. Julia smiled. "You are a dirty boy, aren't you?" Katie laughed and the tension between us decreased. "I told you that he wasn't as innocent as you thought he was, Kay." "No, I think that you are just a slut, and that you are corrupting my brother." Julia laughed at her friend's comeback. Then she climbed up off of the table top and bent over the side of the table, right next to Katie's seated form. She stuck her ass out lewdly. "My ass isn't going to fuck itself, rump wrangler." She smiled at me and I quickly took the hint. I vacated the table top quickly and walked around the table to join the two girls. I was about to take hold of Julia's hips when Katie reached out with her small hand and grabbed my cock. She dazzled me with her pearly whites. "It's so hard," she said breathlessly; so much for falling sexual tension. She pumped her hand a few times on my cock experimentally. Lust was slowly but surely clouding my vision. My cock felt like it might explode. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She eyed my cock greedily and kept pumping. I bent down slowly, and kissed her lips softly while her hand still moved on my shaft. Our kiss deepened, our lips parted, and our tongues explored. I reached behind her head and tangled my fingers in her wild red curls. "That is so fucking hot!" Julia said, but she was ignored. The only thing that mattered was our kiss. It was truly a soul kiss. Katie moaned into my mouth and I practically pulled her off her feet by her hair. She released my shaft and her body molded itself to mine; my free hand cupped her magnificent ass. My pre-cum coated her flat stomach as she ground it against my cock. It was so slippery, I thought I would explode before long, but I didn't care. I let my finger slide down the crack of her ass and I teased her puckered star. She moaned hungrily again and I slid my fingers down farther, until I found the back of her dripping slit. She jumped like an electric current had run through her. Katie reached back, grabbed my hand, and pulled it away from her pussy. She broke the kiss. "It's not that I don't want to Jack, because I do. I really do. Please, just not here." She demonstrated an iron will by taking a step back from me. I felt supremely disappointed, but I did understand, or at least my big head did. She ran her small hand over her stomach, idly playing with my slippery pre-cum. "Do you want me to take care of him, Katie?" Julia seemed a little perturbed by her demotion to fuck toy. Katie nodded. "Take her ass, Jack. Take it hard. That's how I like it." Julia positively beamed at me. She returned to the table and bent over. "Use my pussy juice as lube. Just put it in and get it nice and slick for me." I complied lustily, sinking my shaft into her as far as it would go. She grunted loudly. "Fuck, your cock is big. Don't go crazy in my ass right away. Take it slow." "No," Katie said. "Fuck that slut to death, Jack. Don't go easy on her; I want to hear her beg for mercy." Katie started rubbing her clit even as I was buried balls deep in our cousin. I pumped a few strokes to get lubricated, and then slid out. At that point I would have been satisfied with her pussy because I needed to cum badly, but I was determined to give my sister the show that she wanted. I located her puckered star with my finger and I used it to guide the placement of my cock. When I was positioned at her back door, I pushed slowly, but forcefully forward. Her asshole steadily denied me entrance. "Try to relax, baby." I reached out with my free hand and spread one of her cheeks wider. She exhaled slowly and I felt her tight ring give just a little. I took full advantage by increasing the pressure I was giving her. After a few seconds my head popped in. She exhaled in a rush as her insides tried to adjust to the relentless pressure. I pushed further in; an inch, two inches, three inches. I pulled back and humped forward again, this time I went four inches deep. Soon I had my entire length buried in her gloriously tight tunnel. It surprised me that all of my cock fit in her ass when it barely fit in her pussy. "Come on Jack, you aren't making love, you're fucking. Plow that whore's ass!" Katie looked serious as she sat on the top of the table while fingering herself off. She grunted as she rubbed her clit. I pulled back, and really started fucking my Julia's ass. I banged her so hard that my balls slapped up against her wet pussy whenever I would thrust forward. Whatever I was doing it must have worked for Julia, because I fucked her for only about a minute when a full blown orgasm tore through her. She cried out loudly as her asshole twitched, tightening and loosening around my cock. I was relentless in my fucking and never slowed one iota. The friction in her ass was enormous and I now knew why they made anal lube. With her ass feeling like that, I didn't last long; only another minute or so until I felt my balls tighten before my inevitable orgasm. "I'm getting ready to cum," I stated. I didn't know whether I should cum in her ass or not, so I left it up to her. "Pull out!" she yelled. I felt disappointment in not shooting my jizz in her dirtiest of holes, but I pulled out anyway. I started jacking my dick, preparing to cum all over her ass, when she shocked me. She turned towards me, knelt and sucked my cock into the back of her throat. She bobbed on my pole about three times before I unloaded in her mouth. "Oh, shit. Fuck." I came and came and she sucked down every last drop of my spunk. Some of it hit the back of her throat funny and she gagged a little, but it never slowed her feasting on my jizz. Katie came just when I blew the last of my load into Julia's pie hole. Her orgasm lasted longer than mine, which didn't seem possible, and then she slumped against the table top behind her, breathing raggedly. We all sat down on the bench next to Katie. It was a few minutes until we all regained our breath, and composure. "Oh my god, you really are a dirty slut." Katie giggled. "I can't believe you went ass to mouth. That's hands down the most perverted thing I've ever seen." "You know what they said in 'Clerks 2," Julia joked. Katie looked puzzled. "What was that?" I asked innocently. "Sometimes it's ok to go ass to mouth." Julia smacked her lips appreciatively at the load of cum that I had just dumped in her throat. Except for the walk back, we were done hiking for the day.

Title: The Law of the Pack Part VI: The Beginnings of Something More? by Ragnarok1234 Tags: Kissing, School, Teenagers, Wolf Jim woke early the following morning, to a most wonderful smell. He smiled, eyes still closed, and leaned forward, grasping and laying his muzzle on top of the warm furry pillow, without considering what it was made of. With that, Jim fell back asleep. Kate woke up a few minutes later, and felt like she had an extra layer of fur wrapped around her. She realized what that bag of fur was, and growled, trying to slide out from underneath the paws that were holding her there, but they grasped her tight against the sleeping body once more. Kate's eyes narrowed, and she kicked out with her right hind leg. It connected with Jim's thigh, and he jumped up, yelping. "What was that for?" he exclaimed. "That?!" Kate replied. "That was for trying to sleep with me!" Jim growled. "I did no such thing!" he replied, angry. "You were practically riding my tail!" Kate replied. "You wish!" Jim said, turning, and leaving the cave, fuming. Kate gave him a moment, and then went to apologize. "Hey," she said, padding up beside Jim. He sidestepped away from her, and she moved back up next to him. "I'm sorry I kicked you." "Whatever," Jim replied, looking away. Kate huffed, and walked around in front of Jim's line of sight, hunkering down before him. "What are you doing?" Jim asked, bewildered. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Kate asked, shaking her tail and hind end. "Hmm, looks to me like an Alpha who's acting like an Omega," Jim said, the corners of his mouth turning up. "You would *never* do something like that, now would you?" Kate's response was to growl. "I'm gonna get you!" she said, pouncing at Jim, who deftly stepped out of the way. "Apparently not," Jim replied, turning around to face the female wolf. "Yeah, watch... THIS!" Kate exclaimed, leaping through the air once more, and, once more, Jim moved out of the way. Though, at the last second, Kate twisted around, and knocked Jim to the ground. She pinned him to the ground, and he snapped at her, though he couldn't move to get up. "Cheater!" he shouted, snapping his jaws at her. "Winner is more like it," Kate replied "Meh," Jim said, pushing the female off of him, and getting to his feet. "I'd like to see you do it again." "That a challenge?" Kate asked. "You couldn't do it, even if it was," Jim said, forgetting about his initial anger at being kicked. "Bet me," Kate said, hunkering down one more time. "Alright!" Jim said. "You and me, right now. You pin me, and I'll do whatever you ask me to do, one time." Kate didn't like where this was going. "...and if *you* win?" she asked, nervously. "If I win, you know what I want," Jim said, grinning. "Jim, that... I can't..." Kate stammered. "Hey, if you can't accept the consequences, don't run with the big dogs, girl," Jim said, laughing. "You lose, and you do whatever I ask you to do, one time. Take it or leave it." Kate nodded, and circled around, trying to think how best she could take Jim out. She eventually saw her opening, and took it. Jim had purposely left himself open to attack, and relied on his superior speed to spin around. In a flash of fur, Jim had Kate flipped upside down, and pinned firmly to the ground. Both panted from the quick physical effort. "I told you," Jim said, "don't try running with the big dogs unless you can handle it." Kate frowned, and whimpered, knowing she had to keep up her end of the bargain. "Now, you know what it's time for," Jim said, grinning devilishly. Kate's breathing stopped, knowing what the male was about to do. She closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable. It didn't come. She waited thirty seconds, and then opened an eye, wondering what happened to Jim. He was still holding her down when she opened her eyes, but as soon as she opened them, he climbed off of them, and sat down. "I want you," he began dramatically, causing Kate to whimper slightly, "to sit here in front of me, and keep your eyes open, for thirty seconds." Kate did as she was told, questioning the strange directives the wolf gave, and sat in front of him, their noses not a foot away from each other. When fourty seconds went by, and Jim had not ravished her, she began to wonder what was going on, until Jim said, "you're done," leaned forward, and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. Shock crossed her mind, and all conscious thought slipped away for a moment, until she came back to reality, and realized she was kissing the male wolf back. Jim's tail swung back and forth, brushing dirt around on the ground, and she didn't even realize that hers was also. Jim pulled back as suddenly as he started, and Kate almost went with him, not wanting to stop. "Does that count as what you were going to do to me?" Kate asked, dreamily. Jim shook his head. "Nope, the only thing I asked you to do was sit in front of me for thirty seconds. You let me kiss you," Jim replied. "I would never do something like that to you without your permission, or, at the very least, your having not been forced to do it. Was it good for you?" Kate sighed, enraptured. "I'm... not quite sure. Maybe you should do it again, so I'll know for sure..." she leaned forward, and met Jim halfway. Their muzzles locked, and Jim could taste the caribou that Kate had for breakfast the day before. He pulled back, and Kate asked him what was wrong. "Is that caribou?" he asked. "Um, yes?" Kate replied, rubbing her mouth with her paw, embarrassed. "I'm sorry..." "For what?" Jim asked, leaning in to within an inch of her muzzle, "I love caribou." She kissed him, and he explored her muzzle with his long tongue. Kate's came out to meet his, and they danced around each other's mouths for close to a minute, before Jim broke off the kiss." We should probably get to class now," he said, and turned around. Kate yelled at him. "Hey! Don't think you don't have to sleep on the opposite side of the cave now, because of this!" she growled. "Wouldn't dream of it," Jim replied, grinning. "Come on!" Kate walked up beside him, and pushed him to the left. He pushed her back, and they walked to the Alpha's den, playfully shoving each other back and forth, their tails wagging.

Title: BedLove Tags: bedpost The night was still young, only about 9:00 P.M. A young woman, around the age of 22, was strolling around her one bedroom apartment. Wearing nothing but a soft, blue silk bathrobe, she walks from one end of her small kitchen, looking for something, although not sure what. Her soft brown hair fell gently down over her shoulders, ending at the curves of her ample breasts. Her bathrobe held tight to her sexy, curvy frame, showing every curve and crevice, from her shoulders down to the sides of her thighs. Her soft hands ran along her cupboard, her slender fingers grasping one handle, pulling it open. She reaches in with the other, and pulls out a clear glass. Running her fingers under the faucet for a few moments to make sure the water is cold, she fills her cup. Walking over to her large bay window, which seemed out of place for such a small apartment, she gazes out onto the road below. Busy businessmen and lovely teen couples walked the streets, some skipping along, anxious to get home and be together alone, some quietly walking along, just enjoying holding each other. She smiled. There can be such love and beauty in this world, she thought, her smile growing. She closes her eyes, thinking of her past, bringing up some wonderful intimate memories she has shared with her lovers. Although she enjoyed the raw, sexual urges the men she has been with, the intimacy of her few female lovers has overshot the males. Something sparks in her mind, and her hand twitches, almost losing grip of the glass. A small amount of water spills out, landing on the top of her chest, and streams down her cleavage. She giggles, enjoying the feeling of the water seeping down between her breasts. She notices a slight wetness forming elsewhere, between her legs. She leans against her window, lifting one leg up, and squeezes, pressing her pussy lips against each other. She bites her bottom lip, rubbing her airborne leg back and forth, feeling the sensation tingle up her pussy, up to her stomach, and into her thighs. She sets the glass down on the floor, not caring whether or not she knocks it over. Leaning her forehead against the glass, her slender arms untie her bathrobe belt, letting it fall open, exposing her naked form to the air. She sees her reflection in the mirror, and grins. Her soft, curving cheekbones, her round eye sockets, slightly wide nose and thin lips gave her a cuteness that most people couldn't see and not glance for a second look. Her eyes meet her eyes, and she grins again. Her own reflection excites her, and a flare of soft pleasure pulses inside her pussy. She stares at herself, working down her body, looking at her firm breasts, with the material of her robe still barely covering her nipples. She works her way down, between her legs, and sees the roundness of her lips pressed against each other. She gasps, squeezing her pussy together again. The sensation in her crotch, isn't that strong, although it feels incredible, and it's building. Still leaning against the glass, she slides her robe over her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Her nipples have hardened, and she pushes them against the glass, pressing the tips into her breasts. She lets out a slight gasp, turning her head to the side, pressing her cheek on the window. She rubs her chest up and down a few times, feeling the electricity run through her tits, and into her torso. Her hand subconsciously runs up her thigh, and cups her pussy, as she closes her eyes. The fire inside her flares, the touch of her hand on her crotch increasing her arousal so much that she lets out a gasp. She rubs, letting the pulse of pleasure run up her body, feeling her legs start to get feeble. She spreads them, bracing herself more against the window. She slowly slips her middle finger into her pussy, letting out another gasp. She could feel an early orgasm coming, although she wanted to hold out. She hooks her finger, rubbing it along the upper wall of her pussy, glancing on her g spot. She almost loses her balance as a massive spasm flows through her. She pushes her breasts up against the glass again, and slides her finger out of her pussy. Regaining her composure, she walks over to her bedroom door. A slight trickle of her juice was running down her leg, and she could feel the massive tingling inside her building as she walked, her wet lips rubbing against her thighs. With her wet finger in her mouth, she opens her door, steps through, and walks to her bed. It's a queen sized bet, with perfectly sized bedposts at the corners. She sets her eyes on one of them. Staring at the post, she crunches down, spreading her legs open, and pulls close to the corner of the bed. She wraps her arms around the post, and presses her crotch against the side of the curvy post. The wood splits her lips apart, and her swollen clit makes contact with the surface of the post. She gasps, and immediately starts rubbing frantically up and down the post. She can feel her orgasm approaching, and pulls away. She then pulls forward again, smashing against the pole. A massive wave of electric pleasure flows through her, her clit feeling like it's about to explode, she rubs upward then stops. Her orgasm was almost there, begging to come, but she won't allow it. Not yet. She stands up and positions her soaking lips above the bedpost. She gently lowers herself onto it, slightly spreading out her lips. She grasps her breasts, cupping and pushing them upward, not wanting to neglect them. Her nipples harden even more, hurting just a little. She cups her right breast, pushing all the way up, and bends her neck down, pulling her nipple into her mouth. She sucks intently, feeling the lightning travel from her nipple, from her pussy, to the rest of her body. She sits down on the post, taking a good 8 inches all the way into her pussy. She throws her head back, letting go of her chest, putting her hand on the sides of the bed. She sits down more, taking as much of the post in, stretching her immensely. She could feel the post inside her, pushing out on her vaginal walls, the massive pleasure causing her mouth to gasp open, and her mind begin to lose touch with reality. She opens her eyes, although can't comprehend what she's seeing. All she knows is what's going on between her legs, inside her. She moves up and down, slightly, feeling the ball on the tip of the post press against her cervix, stretching out her tight pussy. She grasps the remaining part of the post on the bottom, and leans back, rubbing the ball on the top of her pussy. Leaning back more the massive wooden object makes contact with her g spot. Her eyes fly open, then clamp shut, as her orgasm takes over her entire body. In her mind all she feels is everything imaginable that's good, built up inside her, causing every nerve of her body to explode with unimaginable pleasure. Her pussy clamps down hard on the post, her clit pulsates, her leg muscles tightening up. Her torso convulses forward, her massive orgasm making every muscle in her body contract with ecstasy. She opens her mouth to scream out, but the wave of a second orgasm pulses up from her pussy lips, into her clit, then spreads out through her body, making everything stiff. Her mouth frozen open, she opens her eyes. Her second orgasm flushed out through her body, reaching the highest climax she ever experienced, and held there. She has no idea how long, her entire sense of time lost in ecstasy. Her pussy convulses on the post hard, her body vibrating, and she loses consciousness. She wakes up several hours later, laying face down on the bed. The perfect roundness of the bedpost allowed her to slide off after her cumming, and she figured she must've pulled up on it enough for her to fall off with no problems. She smiles, then giggles. She looks back at the post, it glistening from the moonlight shining from the window, through her open bedroom door. Letting out a sigh, she closes her eyes for a minute, and realizes her favorite blanket is laying on the bed next to her. It was a small quilt, knitted for her years ago, by her mother shortly before she had died. She clutches the corner running her finger along the embroidery. Her name. Mieka.

Title: A Almost Perfect Awakening Ch. 54 Tags: carly hands, sex she'd, knew lynn, lynn beth, girl wanted, time he'd, penis began, wayne, lynn, he'd *A thousand "Thanks!" to Bob from Illinois for his valuable help. **FOREWORD** The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. By clicking on a blue Wm\_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes. Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter. Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Thank you. W\_S This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved.* \* \* \* \* \* **Chapter 54: Wayne Gets an Eyeful** Acting like newlyweds, Carly and I couldn't keep our hands out of each other's pants. We practiced being careful about not attracting our parent's attention. Any effort was worth it; we'd found something too good to give up. Happily, we found we could usually get in a quickie during chores. It might be a different story come colder weather, but for now it was a high point of every day to go outside together each day. Careful clothing selections allowed us to do a lot during 'homework' time. If we wanted to get together at night, but couldn't explain being in each other's room, we'd sneak downstairs after our folks had gone to bed. Being sure to each have a glass of something just in case, we'd then head to the sofa. By wearing nothing under our bathrobes, we could get naked or covered in a second flat, making it easy to screw like rabbits. Usually I'd get over to see Lynn and Beth a couple times between each Monday through Thursday. During the week I'd make love to Lynn a little more than with Beth, but I certainly didn't ignore her either. One of the most incredible weekends I ever had was when the Troutman's took Jim two states away because he won a regional 4H award. While I couldn't sleep over, most of the weekend was spent having sex with all three girls at once. It was just as well that I slept at home; I needed the rest. With Beth, Lynn, and Carly working on me, my penis was in a hand, mouth, or pussy almost constantly. About 3 weeks after our first group party, we took a day trip as a group to Chicago to hit the incredible Museum of Science and Industry. On the way there and back we stopped at a number of Pharmacies to stock up on condoms. Our gang of 5 went everywhere together. Jim and I were young and virile enough that any girl who wanted it never went home without having had intercourse. With three "sisters," any girl that wanted to feel a girl's tongue on her clit was never disappointed. Just as I would visit Lynn and/or Beth. Jim would come over to my house sometimes. He, Munchkin, and I started taking after dinner 'walks'. We'd stroll casually until we were out of sight from the house, then head for the hayloft. Several unused horse blankets were now stored in a hidden pocket between hay bales. After quickly fashioning a "bed," Jim and I would take turns making love to Munchkin, or share her. Often Munchkin enjoyed having a boy at each end. She'd suck on Jim while I screwed her; then we'd switch. Sometimes Carly liked to be on her hands and knees, sometimes on her back or side. Having Carly suck me from underneath as I knelt over her face was a particular favorite of mine; it excited me greatly to see her do that with Jim as well. Roughly 2 months after our group formed, a new wrinkle was introduced into our sex lives. On a particular Wednesday night I'd gone over to see Lynn. One thing hadn't changed, I still had a special attraction for Lynn, and I wanted to make love to her very much that night. As usual, we'd slipped out of the house to go for a 'walk', doubling back to the Troutman's tiny guesthouse. Once inside we were all over each other. Anytime we'd been apart for a day or two, we'd start by making out as if we hadn't seen each other for a month. We French kissed like mad; my hands worked frantically until they held her magical bared breasts. Lynn liked to rub my chest and nipples first, then loosen my pants so she could grab my buns. It was normally 5, often 10 minutes, before we'd begin to grope between our lover's legs. Sometimes we'd 69 until we both came at least once, then we'd continue eating each other until I was ready to mount her. Some nights we were both so turned on we'd just fight to bare our genitals and skip the foreplay. Afterwards, we'd make out or 69 while taking in all the sights until we were ready for a second serious screwing. On that particular Wednesday evening Lynn and I were very happily feeling each other up. Our lips were locked, our tongues were playing nicely together, and our fingers were busy removing our partner's clothing. We'd been engaged in foreplay for 15 minutes, the time for penetration was nigh. What we didn't know was someone else was also looking forward to me mounting Lynn. Warm and cloudless, it was a moonlit night. If you stood behind the guesthouse, the moonlight pouring in the front windows made it easy to see almost everything we did on the small bed we used. The bushes and canopy of trees behind the house kept it dark there on even the brightest night. The glare on a rear window from any light in the room, plus the screen beyond it, turned the window over the tiny 'kitchen' sink into a virtual one way mirror. The man masturbating as he watched teenagers preparing to have intercourse knew he wouldn't be seen. He knew it because it was his house, he'd checked. He also knew because he'd watched them before. Wayne Troutman had quite by chance seen his daughter and me head into the guesthouse one night. Once a lonely farm boy himself, his instincts instantly told him what was likely happening inside his guesthouse. The first time he'd spotted us, he told himself he was just going to "see how far those two kids are going." His wife was a fanatical Baptist. Wayne loved God and hoped God loved him, as most farmers do. Unlike his wife, and a lot of the hypocrites at his church, Wayne felt sex was a wonderful, natural part of life. He'd long been sick of sex being decried as evil by people who'd cheerfully fuck over their neighbors to make $5 off them. He knew how hard it was to find a little happiness in this neck of the woods, so Wayne was reluctant to run in shouting before he knew what they were up to. At first, watching the two kids making out was nostalgic, and it wasn't like they were babies any longer. It reminded him of how he felt at that age when he'd discovered girls for himself. His parents had both been Bible-thumpers who felt the answer to everything was in the Bible, even if it was written by people who thought the world was flat and every disease was caused by an angry God, not a germ. Wayne enjoyed reading scripture, but as far as girls, sex, and birth control, it didn't help at all. In fact some parts of the Good Book were pretty racy, it only made him want to fool around even more. He'd come to believe their "good people wait until their married" line was mostly a big load of bull dung they used to avoid having to explain anything tricky to their three kids. Hey, like what was going to happen then? Would someone slip them a copy of the "Really Good Fucking" manual 5 minutes after their wedding vows? Wayne and his wife were both virgins when they'd first made love. He'd impregnated her the third time they'd had sex. She'd been almost as ignorant about her own body as he was. Marge had enjoyed sex at first, but once she'd gotten pregnant she nearly dried up. Marge liked having babies to mother, so she'd put up with sex from time to time, but only so she could have her family. In fact, for years now, Marge was actually embarrassed by sex, having grown up brainwashed that God only wanted people to have sex when they tried to make a baby. In addition, she had a stupid notion that people should pretty much limit themselves to the "missionary position." This had made sex with Marge damned near like work. Like God really cares who's on top when a baby gets made, geeezzz! As Wayne watched his daughter in action, he soon realized she was the kind of lover he'd always wanted. Wayne hadn't been laid in a month of Sundays, so he became exceptionally aroused watching. He hadn't intended to be a voyeur, but even as he thought about barging in, the realization that he might get to see his beautiful daughter naked froze him into inaction. As her clothes came off, and his fantasies were at last fulfilled, he soon needed relief. Never in his life had he seen anything as exciting as when Larry's hard penis began pumping between Lynn's legs. His erection had grown to its fullest dimensions all on it's own; his penis was deviling him for release. The protective Father SHOULD have run in to "save" his daughter. However, the terminally frustrated man unzipped his pants, freed his aching erection, then masturbated. He came within a minute. An exceptional amount of semen shot against the side of the house long before the lovers inside reached their climax. At least it looked like an exceptional amount to Beth who'd followed her father from the house. Beth had set out to warn her sister that their Dad was on the prowl, or maybe distract him if he got close, but she never got the chance. When she'd seen him start watching, she froze, not knowing what to do. When he'd taken out his penis, then began to stroke himself furiously, she instantly knew what to do. Keeping out of sight, Beth lowered her panties and strummed like hell until she came with an earth-moving orgasm. Seeing her father's erection weeks ago in the barn, stilled haunted her fantasy life. He had a magnificent cock, and Beth loved looking at it. Certainly she'd seen that breath-taking erection in more than one dream. Moments after Wayne had come, his youngest daughter came as well. The coupling couple in the guesthouse had no idea how many people were deriving pleasure from their love making. Once Wayne knew that Lynn and Larry were an item, he watched like a hawk, waiting for them to "sneak out" so he could observe them having sex. Following years of frustration, he was enjoying the best orgasms he'd had since his sexually barren marriage began. Damned if the kids weren't teaching him things about having sex he'd never dreamed of. The first time he'd seen them 69, he came so hard his knees buckled. Wayne always had an excuse ready if his wife asked where he was going. "Hurmffpp, well the calf had a fever this morning, just going to check on her. Maybe give her a bottle." Beth always knew when Lynn was planning to go out. She'd usually leave first, so she'd be hiding out of sight in the old outhouse, just waiting with her panties off to see her father stroke his lovely penis until it spit. She always had spine-melting orgasms, yet there was something more she wanted. \* \* \* \* \* *Please vote if you enjoyed my story. This journey continues with Chapter 55.*

Title: Dire Wolf Hunt Preparation by WaterSinger Tags: Dire Wolf, Hunting, Snow, Winter, WintertimeContest2012, Wolf, hunter **This is chapter one of my new mini-series for the SoFurry Winter Contest. I hope you all enjoy it, and look for the next \*\*** two chapters, hopefully all up by the weekend!\*\* **Characters are (c) to me!** Falling snow had a distinct sound to a wolf. It was a muted, muffled sound and yet it was one which brought excitement soaring into the blood-stream. She shivered a little, her ears perking as she poked her nose out from underneath the bush, her head tipping to the side as she inhaled the chilled air. It scalded her nose even as it invigorated her. Energy was roaring into her veins, her breathing steadily speeding up, visible as two almost constant plumes of breath flared above her. She disappeared into the bush for a brief heartbeat before lunging out; her body lean from a hard summer's hunting. Her black fur was liberally scattered along the head and shoulders with snow, her shoulders and stomach tinged a steel grey made darker by the melting snow underneath her. She shook slowly, feeling her thick fur and loose skin shifting about her body as she moved. There was only one thing left to do as the snow began to blanket the ground underneath her paws, and that was to call those roaming wolves back to her side. Her head lifted, her lungs swelling before she howled. The song wasn't distorted by the snow, the thin covering on the ground not yet muffling the clear command in the tone. *Come to me; follow my voice back home*. Those words were unspoken; however they were clear-cut and soon answered by voices of different levels, all conveying the same message. *Coming!* \_ \_ The entire time she waited, the snow lingered on her black fur, settling on the tips of the double-pelt before melting when confronted with the body-heat coming from the she-wolf. Leaving the fur in spikes, she first heard the muffled steps coming to her left. She whirled, her tail swirling behind her before she yipped, running headlong to meet the grey form of her sister. They twisted as they leapt into the air, their bodies crunching together before separating. No words were exchanged, instead noses pressing against the prime body parts. Cold, damp nose-pads were forced under bellies before pressing tenderly into cheeks and soft growls of affection were exchanged, twin eyes of amber gleaming as one. With the pack forming again, it didn't take too long for the next pair to make their presence known, both subservient to the sisters now perching themselves on their haunches. They approached slowly, cringing lower to the ground and with their ears back, their smoky grey pelts dusted with the faintest of snowfall. They crept towards the darker of the females as one being, their shoulders almost touching as they submissively lapped at her jaw, held high up before she let out the softest of rumbling growls. They both paused in place before backing away, leaving the grey female without the greeting her presence demanded as the Beta of the pack. She was to be disappointed however; as yet more wolves emerged from between the trees, their paws so quiet on the snow-littered ground as to appear ghostly but for the prints they left behind. "Welcome friends, family! We are, as you know, now able to hunt together again. The branch-horns have birthed and now are many and weakened as we are strengthened by the cold. We will feast well at every hunt. When the time comes, an Alpha will make himself known and we will grow again as we haven't since my mother and father ruled the pack. Now let us sing, let our voices ring together as we tell the world how strong we are and how little we long for anything more than the warmth of fur at our sides, the ground beneath our feet and the heat of the hunt in our blood." The black's impassioned speech had the others yipping in agreement before as one mighty beast, like a hive with one mind, they lifted their head in song. The eerie tune rang over the forests and across the plains that made up the mighty home of the pack. Home to wolves far larger than most, these were intelligent creatures able to think and rationalise far beyond their canine appearance. The black female alone stood head and shoulders above her less intelligent kin and she was one of the smallest in the pack, despite being the leader. Dotted through the pack were wolves that dwarfed her, marking her youth far clearer then her too-long legs and over-sized paws. Soft growls billowed through her chest as she stretched before bounding into the midst of the pack. Not large and yet, not small, there were a full twenty three members of the pack, fourteen of those her own family and the rest outsiders allowed to join. She only stopped on her way through the pack when she heard the sound of her sister baying at her to stop. "Cryo! Will you wait for me? You know you need to keep me at your side. You are young, still learning after taking over and though you are growing well...you still need the aid I'm offering you." Cryo sighed softly, swinging her large head around and flashing the oversize teeth that filled her jaw at her sister. "I know I have you to thank, Skyler. Without you, the pack wouldn't have accepted me, but you need to understand that I am grown now. My pack need me to be the strongest leading female I can be until we've hunted and filled our stomachs on more than the half-branches that linger for the pairs to hunt or the rabbits for those that hunt alone. When we find the male we are meant to find, then you will step down." Her voice became a harsh growl as she stepped towards her sister. Her brow was lowered, her eyes shadowed as she took one step and then another. Her body was lean but muscled, the black pelt bristling and adding the illusion of size to her rather slender frame. Skyler stepped back as she moved forwards, her eyes hard on those of her sister before she dropped them down, acknowledging her sister as the more dominant out of them. Triumphant but not hasty, Cryo stepped forwards again until her sister backed away properly, leaving her alone and free to travel through the pack without her not so little shadow at her side. She greeted each wolf individually, rubbing her body against theirs before bounding about in excitement. The thrill of the hunt was upon her and suddenly she became frantic, dashing through the pack wordlessly and gathering the others to her side. She was panting, filled with an anxious energy that had her ears perked with quivering urges. There wasn't much she could do but gather them up, feeling Skyler sliding up to her side and just down from her shoulder. Cryo was urgent as she lifted her head and almost bayed, calling the attention of the entire pack to her. "With such a huge amount of us gathered, we need to split into three main packs. Each pack will break into half, with the target of three branch-horns being our prey before we feed. You will each have a leader, three hunters and the rest will be normal wolves. I will lead one group, Skyler will lead yet another and the final group...will...be...led...by...Shil. Shil, will you come here please." The timid, shell-shocked male broke free from a group of his brothers, his eyes widened as he stepped towards the Alpha female. He was a truly monstrous beast when compared to her relative daintiness. The summer hunting had only increased his size so now he stood more than half again over her head, his golden eyes fixed to the ground in submission despite his size. He was a typical grey wolf, his coat a mottled effect though longer in preparation for the winter that had finally begun. With his ears flicked back, Cryo smiled at Shil before sitting, waiting for him to copy the movement before she spoke. "I know you wonder why I chose you as a leader, Shil. You are the biggest male now, the one able to command almost the largest of wolves. You will take the dominant males with your three hunters. They will try to test you; you need to prove to them that you aren't a weakling. If you can hold your own...well. You will be rewarded handsomely when the time comes." He lifted his eyes to Cryo's his head tipping slightly to the side before he nodded. "I understand, Cryo. I'll go pick my pack now then wait for your signal to move out. I'm guessing you want us to keep our voices to ourselves?" Cryo was almost surprised by his words, nodding swiftly before watching him head off, gaining a sense of pride as his strides became filled with a sense of purpose. "Skyler, go pick your own group. Remember, no more than three hunters. I'll pick my own three. Split the others how you like. You know who I prefer to hunt with." Cryo's voice allowed for no mistakes to be made, Skyler dipping her head politely and with the softest of growling approval. Cryo was left alone for a few minutes, watching as the others shifted themselves about their groups. Her own group was the smallest next to Shil's, Skyler having the largest group of wolves. Cryo shifted herself to her feet and stretched slowly out, growling as the tension in her spine eased. Moving to her place at the head of her pack, the smaller portion of which she knew to be utterly loyal to her and everything she stood for. She was prepared, though one last time she lifted her voice, not in song but in direction. "Make sure to hunt only the old and the weak, and howl if you see any outsiders! We will have our Alpha this night or I will revoke my hold on you all as Alpha female." Her words caused a silence which was telling. There was no promise that any outsiders would turn up, let alone one to rule beside her. They began to whisper between the smaller packs, their ears splayed before Cryo lifted her head in joyous song. *Shil, move out, head to the left of the territory and move with silence. Good hunting and good running! Skyler, you take the right, head to the mountains and move with confidence. Good footing and good hunting, remember to keep your noses up and your hearing keen! My pack, come to me; let us forge ahead with patience. Good speed and good fortune is upon us!* With her pack prepared, the she-wolf stood and began to run. The footfalls of her pack echoed around her as they vanished into the forest as wisps of different hued smoke.

(M tf Goodra, F merge Mothim, both liquid inflation & growth) Grey was a pokemon trainer, once. In his old age he has long since put his years of battling behind him. He never looked at trainer battles the same way again after a fateful encounter with a Goodra many years ago. He tried to diversify his team by capturing a Goodra, but in trying to teleport him to the pokemon to surprise it- his Abra unintentionally teleported him INTO the Goodra. He used a Gardevoir to try and swap Water Absorb onto himself in an attempt to use the rain to heal him, but the healing did not function like that. He ultimately made the situation considerably worse- his body absorbed all water it made contact with. It is an Ability, not a skill, so he had no way of turning it off again. Grey unintentionally annihilated half of the city just trying to desperately escape the rain that was swelling him, and eventually was saved by a fluke after bursting from over-pressure! Now he looks out over the ocean from the side of a cruise ship, wondering what life had been like if that never happened. The experience of being fused with a pokemon and the fear of someone somehow figuring out that it was Grey who caused several millions of dollars worth of property damage caused him to become very skittish about using pokemon at all. He soon after stopped training and battling entirely. He still has his partner pokemon, but they basically only ever hang out and chill- no battles. Now Grey's hair matches his name. His youth has passed him by, but he regrets backing off from battling. He is too old now to keep up with the new meta and all these fancy new Gen9 pokemans. A weedcat, Jojo's bizarre duck, and a walking pepper. Back in his day, pokemon only came in three shades of green! Grey is envious of his wife Zie- she is almost the same age as he is, but she is much more full of energy and very much still a pokemon trainer. In fact- that is why she is not at his side right now. She is on the ship... somewhere. She ran off to find people to fight while Grey just enjoys the view and mourns his lost youth. There was several other cruise ships in the area- announcing the start of another generation of pokemon has caused a lot of people to start adventures in previous regions, which caused a spike in activity. You actually could not see that far out over the ocean without another ship interrupting the view. It is off the coast of Unova, so it is a very populated area even when it isn't busy. Grey grunt in frustration at the sight of all the younger couples, and the sounds of all the pokemon battles on the various ships. That's it! He is going to fix this! He stormed back to his and Zie's room and used the laptop to access Zie's pokemon storage . She had almost one of every pokemon in existence by now... which means she has a Celebi. Grey released Celebi and told it his dilemma. He needed its power over the flow of time, to undo his age! He commanded the mythic pokemon to make him young again! Restore his body to a previous point in time! Celebi looked uncertain, but then nodded and concentrated very hard. For a moment everything flashed black and white and pixelated, then back again. Grey started to feel strange. He started to feel more awake more.... alive! His hair started to darken from grey to black! The lines in his face became shallow and faded away entirely as his skin felt more taught and elastic again! His bones no longer ached! He even gained an inch in height back! He jumped up and down and clapped for Celebi! "Oooh man! Thank you! This is awesome. I can finally do all the things I missed out on because I wimped out after the.... well, y'know, THAT incident." Celebi did not know, but he nodded along anyway. "I don't even have my pokemon here with me, I will borrow some of Zie's pokemon I guess to fight with while on this trip. Boy my pokemon are going to be hype when they see me though. We are back in the game baby!" As he was typing on the laptop to scroll through the storage collection, he furrowed his brows at the sight of his fingers. They were looking a bit puffy? He held his hand up and watched it as his digits slowly swelled up and his skin started to turn peach. As soon as his skin started to turn, he immediately knew what was happening. Grey looked quickly at Celebi. "Wait, did you restore me to when I was fused with Goodra?!" Celebi did not know that ever happened to know if he did or not- also he is a pokemon so he can't talk to properly reply in the first place. It just shrugged and shook its head, nervously. "Shiiiiiit, shitshitshitshitshit, I need to find Zie fast! Your her pokemon, she will know how to properly direct you. I don't have enough gym badges." When he was on the deck earlier, he was glad the sky was overcast- the sun hurts his eyes. But now it made him nervous- it could start raining any minute and if he returns to his fused state- he will absorb the water again! He almost grabbed his cane when heading out but realized he no longer needed it. He could feel his toes plumping up in his shoes even faster than his fingers are, and starting to fuse together. Luckily, rather than cramp and burst out of his shoes they just filled his shoes and squished. Goodra have very soft, boneless bodies so his foot just conformed to the space it was trapped in. He could feel a tail starting to form behind him. The spine didn't extend, because Goodra have zero bones; instead the forming tail simply looked like a pudgy little bubble of flesh. As it grew it became a hill, then a fat cone, then a wide tube. He was trying to keep it hidden in his pants so his tail hit the division between pant legs and curved forward along it, growing up under his genitals and then cradling them in the front. His normal brown colored iris were started to melt away with the increasingly large purple border- the eyes of a shiny Goodra. Goodra is slightly larger than he is in overall mass, which causes its form to almost entirely swallow his human features- but having human mixed into it forces its coloration to be shiny even though the original pokemon was not. Shiny Goodra have banana colored bodies and peach underbellies. Grey found Zie and quickly tried to flag her down but she was too caught up in her current battle. Zie had vibrant orange hair when she was younger, it has faded considerably with age but is still orange. She never acts her age, shouting enthusiastically at her pokemon in the heat of battle to inspire them. You can tell she is an older woman but definitely still beautiful- and her C cup breasts still hold up perfectly. "Zie, I need to speak with you, about your pokemon." "In a minute, I got this punk on the ropes, I want to let him squirm a bit or it will be over too soon." "Zie...." He grabbed her hand and she looked down and noticed immediately how plump his fingers are! By now they were so fat they brushed against one another constantly, and they were shorter too. He no longer has fingernails and you cannot outwardly see the joints in his hands. "Oh my Arceus. Did you try the appetizers?! I told you they have shellfish in them! Your allergic to shellfish!" She then looked fully at his face and squinted at his appearance. "Just come on!" "Fiiiine." As they hustled back toward their room he explained to her what happened. "Holy shit, that was YOU?! All those years ago, that nearly destroyed the city?! That was you!?! My apartment got flattened! You never told me?? We have been married for 21 years!!" "Well I wanted to forget. Also I flattened your apartment, so I thought you'd be upset. Anyway, your Celebi turned back the clock on my body but it also caused me to be part Goodra again!" She looked down and blushed as the bulge in his pants became massive, and slid up under his waist to start climbing his torso under his shirt. "I-is that...?" "My tail. It is a tail." "Right. That is what I thought." "No its not. But what do I do about... this!?" The seams on the sides of his pant legs started to strain and tear as his thighs ballooned in size- the softening skin bubbling out whatever tiny gaps were created. Four fat nubs were now on his forehead, slowly forming antennae. "Well, you shouldn't have asked Celebi in the first place. I have a Dialga, you know? Celebi can travel through time- it can't manipulate time!" "So use Dialga!" "No because that is a different type of time power, mixing the two together could cause any sort of distortion now. Hmm, Arceus could fix this but I never caught him..." His pants fully exploded off him so suddenly his massive thighs went into a jiggling fit. His genitals had already converted and were currently resting internally in his groin- out of view. His giant tail was still growing at a good speed as it dropped to the floor no longer trapped in his clothing, and then flicked behind him where it belongs. His torso was starting to take a tear-drop shape, his lower body growing large and round, losing its human definition. The bones in his neck were softening and his neck started to stretch out. His antennae getting much longer. "Wuh got to duu suthung!" "Your losing your voice. Uhhhh, well how did you turn back the first time?" "I burst- faiuntud." "Oh right, because if a pokemon trainer faints they get reset back to the previous pokemon center- that does not apply to fainted pokemon, which would cause you to divide naturally. Well that is easy then! I just gotta kick your ass!" "Ah! W-wuit! Tull ull pokumun." "Huh? Oh- wait till you are all pokemon. Yea... I suppose getting hit with pokemon attacks on human body parts would probably do a little too much damage." His body stretched taller and pudgier still. His face ballooned forward into a soft, round, and short muzzle. His cheeks turned purple and ballooned out a bit creating a moist pad to release goo from. He had three more on his tail sides. He held up his arms and shrugged, causing his torso to wobble a bit. Well- that was it then, a proper Goodra with the shared mind of a human. His hands also had more digits than a normal Goodra still, but they were so plump and squished together it was a detail easily missed. Zie motioned for them to go outside but Grey shook his head, pointing to the window on the door to their cabin. It was raining outside now- if he walked out onto the deck in this form he would start to rapidly inflate from the liquid. Zie did not like the idea of having a pokemon battle in a small ship cabin though- if she accidentally trashed the furniture they would have to pay for it. "Well I don't have a lot of pokemon left since we can't go to a pokemon center while on the ship, but it isn't like this is a normal battle anyway." Zie released a Glaceon to bring a quick and painless end to Grey's HP bar- Ice against Dragon, it will be super effective. Glaceon used ice beam and Grey dodged- the beam hit and froze the bed solid! "Hey! Don't move around!" Grey looked surprised and shook his head. Zie narrowed her eyes and realized the problem. The pokemon aspect of his mind did not interfere normally because pokemon are generally fine with following human orders- knowing it is for the better of them both. In attacking it however she woke up its fight instinct- the Goodra's mind was forcing him to actually fight! Zie ordered the Glaceon to use ice beam again, this time dashing to the side to prevent the Goodra from having enough room to dodge. Goodra dove THROUGH the beam and spun around, slamming the Glaceon hard with its tail and knocked it out in one hit! Zie was baffled! It tanked the hit like it wasn't super effective at all, and dealt a massive amount of damage with iron tail- more than it should have been able to. She looked at the tail and realized it was STILL growing slowly- and turning bronze color toward the end as it started to curl up behind Grey from a lack of room. Oh no- Celebi did not just turn back the clock on Grey's body, it also regressed Goodra... Grey is turning into a Hisuian Goodra! It is part Steel type- its strong against ice! Grey made several strange, goopy sounds to try and warn her, the Goodra was planning to attack her next! Hisuian pokemon are not just wild- they are feral. She dashed outside and tried to slam the door on it, but Goodra's tail was now absolutely gargantuan and hard as steel, allowing it to smash the door clean off its hinges. Zie quickly sent out a Primeape to hit one of Goodra's remaining weaknesses but it yanked itself back into the iron casing of its shell causing the attack to miss, and then KOed it immediately on the next turn. Zie noticed the Goodra looking spaced out, and dashed away before it could coordinate another attack- she needed to figure something out fast. She doesn't really have that many pokemon left who are battle-ready. Heck the Celebi is only lvl5. Goodra did not follow her, and once she was out of visibility its instincts were silenced and Grey was once again in control of his body. Unfortunately, his body was rapidly growing. The rain absorbed into him and he could feel it surge through him like a refreshingly cool pulse. His tail bloated up first, but it is inside a metal shell so it could not fatten up too far. His legs ballooned huge, which made it difficult to walk properly. He started to head back to the broken doorway of their cabin to try and get out of the rain, but his steps were awkward. Every time he stepped down his thigh meat and butt rippled and the bottom of his tail wobbled. His gut started to round out, and then his entire torso. His arms got pudgy and then his neck and head. As he approached the doorway his entire body started to feel tight and his movements slowed even further. His skin tightened even more, started to make stretching sounds and then in a sudden surge he grew! His entire body stretched larger and his body once against felt looser and gained its mobility back! This happened the last time too. Goodra has no bones so its body can stretch absurdly large before running out of space. Once he gets too full his entire body just stretches out to accommodate. While its limit is ridiculously massive- Goodra does still have a limit on how far it can grow. There is also a second problem with expanding too far, and that is the fact that he is on a boat. It is a giant cruise ship so it can hold a lot, but it also still has its limits. If he grows fully back into Goozilla- he will sink the ship and everyone on it into the ocean! Grey finally wobbled his way over to the door to the cabin but when he went to go inside, the top of the shell on his tail clunked against the doorway! It is too big to fit inside! He shoved his body inside, but he could still feel the cool pulses in his body from water being taken in! The shell can also absorb water and he could not get that part in! Goodra can control how hard the shell is- it is an extension of the tail itself. On one hand, he doesn't have to worry about anyone recognizing him- they will think he is just a normal Goodra. On the other hand... if he can't fit in this door he isn't going to fit in any of the others, which means he cannot take shelter. He can barely walk properly in this form, he most certainly cannot swim and the ship is no where near port. He has no where to go! He got up suddenly just to pull himself back at the thought of getting stuck halfway through the door. He almost fell over in the opposite direction as his body wobbled violently from the sudden movement. Every time it grew in size it comes less stable. Now as he walked he basically had to roll himself from one leg to the other- the base of his tail so plump and heavy that it drags on the ground. His tail kept getting squeezed longer by the tight confines of the shell, causing the metal surface to groan and stretch longer- the spiral getting more rings and the base of it getting wider to try and accommodate the tail within. His gut started to round out and make deep sloshing sounds whenever he moved. It was a shame he has to be so worried about it, because it is a very pleasant feeling. Like softly rocking around on a water bed- except he is the bed. His joints were pulled more and more straight from the liquid tension inside and even his mouth and eyes were forced shut from pressure a moment before his body gurgled loudly and sloshed around as it grew another size larger and the pressure let go to start filling again. The extra long antennae of Hisuian variety of Goodra started to bloat out, looking more like the long tube-balloons used to make balloon animals out of! Even in this distorted form; Grey is not actually a water balloon, so the liquid doesn't just settle all in the bottom. It naturally sinks lower because of the weight, but it saturates everything inside of him; skin, muscle, organs- everything. So each and every part of him felt its own added weight and wobbled with its own rhythm with every movement. This caused every movement to take more strength to preform, and his body was constantly tugging him this way and that with the motion of the fluid rocking in him! Zie watched from the very end of the cabins, hidden around the corner at the end of the ship. She remembers seeing Goozilla before she met Grey, not knowing it was him. People attempted to subdue Goozilla with attacks but the larger it got, the less effective attacks became- especially since its body is so soft. Attacks just bounce off of him. She already wore out her fighting pokemon before this even started, so she doubted her remaining pokemon had what it takes to bring down Goozilla. In a sudden stroke of genius she quickly brought out and sent her Mothim! The moth pokemon is not especially strong on its own, but hers is actually well trained and has an excellent pedigree because she was trying to breed a shiny. Rather than attack Goozilla, she told it to use Sunny Day! Beams of sunlight speared through the clouds overhead and the rain quickly stopped! She can't defeat Goozilla but she can stop it from growing to full size! Grey's consciousness blacked out a moment as Goozilla used Rainy Day. Sunny Day is a pokemon move- using it triggered the Goodra battle instincts again! Thanks to Rainy Day, the clouds closed and darkened- now it was raining even harder than it initially had been! He was growing even faster now! Before she slipped back behind the corner, Grey attempted to use Hydro Cannon on her, but his body absorbed it as fast as he manifested the water, so nothing actually left his mouth! His body grew extra wide in a sudden surge which almost yanked him forward onto the deck before his body grew again. His head was now at the upper deck while his body was standing on the lower! Zie did not see any alternatives... she told Celebi to teleport her into Mothim! If she fuses with her own pokemon she will have greater control over its movements and a better chance of fighting. Normally it would not work at all against a Goodra- but Goozilla has its ability swapped with water absorb, which means it does not have Sap Sipper. If she uses Giga Drain she can suck the liquid out of him into herself! It isn't exactly a foolproof plan however- draining him means she will be inflating herself the same way, and as long as it keeps raining he keeps growing without end. She needs to drain enough from him that she can KO him before she becomes immobilized too. When Grey fused with Goodra the result looked almost like a perfectly normal Goodra- at least till he started blowing up. That is because its mass is greater than his and more flexible. Mothim is smaller than Zie's mass, so the result was more of a mix! The two bodies occupying the same space caused the Mothim features to spread out and stretch her existing muscles and flesh to match it. The upper half of her face turned black like Mothim's skin, making it almost look like she is wearing a mask, and her nose became a bit pointy. White ridges formed on either side of the upper bridge of her nose and followed her eyebrows, branching off halfway through into large, flat antennae. The tips of the antennae are baby blue- like with Grey, fusing a human into the pokemon caused it to become shiny. The wings emerged from her back as if her skin was made of putty, but then once they were in place and the two sets of muscles fused internally, the wings started to steal extra biomass to expand to better match the now larger unified body! She shivered at the strong and strange feeling firing through the wings as the scales grew in number to match the expanded wings. The 'powder' on a moth's wings are actually scales after all- really, really tiny scales. Her legs started to simplify and turn pure white. Her feet extended, causing Zie to stand on the front of her feet only, and her toes all compressed and fused. The surface structure of her skin pulled taught, hiding the internal structure of the legs, causing them to lose definition as the mass equalized through them. The result was legs that looked like those of Calyrex! Her arms tightened in the same way- the internal mass of her muscles equalizing through her arms so they lose definition as the skin turns white- but unlike her legs her arms still retained their overall shape. She still had hands and fingers, just not fingernails, and her arms were unusually smooth looking. She grew large, square plates of flesh off her lower back just over her butt, roughly where a tail would be. This is essentially a forked abdomen. Unlike a real bug- Mothim's body does not have a chitin carapace, it has very firm flesh, a sort of halfway point between chitin and flesh. Zie's human traits negated that part entirely. Zie smiled and bat her wings a few times before slamming them down and launching herself into the air! She can fly in this form! Unlike a standard moth who would be grounded in the rain- the scales on a Mothim's wings have an oil on them that repulses minor amounts of moisture. Birds secrete a similar oil and coat their feathers with it. Zie could hear people panicking toward the front of the ship- she did not have time to appreciate the pretty blue of a shiny Mothim's wings. She flew toward the front of the ship, and seen Goozilla before actually getting to him. It is now so large that its staggered movements are causing the front of the ship to bob in the water! Its weight was moving the entire giant ship! The people ran screaming from him thinking he was trying to attack or eat them or something, but Zie could tell he was just shooing them away so he would not accidentally hurt them. The amount of water in his body would be making it very difficult to stand up at all, but the liquid tension actually holds him up- so even if he did not try to stand at all he would remain standing unless something shoved him over. His belly and the base of his tail was so soft and bloated that it touched the ground between his round legs- his legs were not long enough to hold his body off the ground anymore. Zie could tell by how it moved that his metal tail was no longer metal. Even the steel shell was stretching out and becoming softer as a result- it was now about as hard as cartilage, while his body was about as solid and smooth as a boob. Goodra do not have any visible pours, so their skin is very smooth by default. The purple circles on his tail and face were drooling a translucent purple goo- his body's only way of venting excess fluids, but it would not be enough. It wasn't enough the first time this happened. Zie blushed a bit when she got close enough to see the neon pink cone laying on the ground in front of him. The pressure caused him to have a forced erection- the penis is meant to engorge with fluids after all. Goozilla's combat instincts did not kick in right away as Zie approached- both halves of its mind not sure if it was looking at a human or a pokemon. Zie quickly hit him with Giga Drain! It did almost no damage at all, it did however make Goozilla feel suddenly a lot lighter! His skin felt loose and suddenly his body became much, much more wobbly and unstable. His flesh started to tighten back up, shrinking his body till it was firm enough to stabilize itself again. Zie had the opposite effect, her stomach gurgled loudly and she felt a cool rush appear within in a sudden burst! She belched loudly without meaning to as the sudden appearance of water filling her belly smashed all the excess air out of her to make room! Her stomach started to push out immediately, but because the liquid was absorbed and not ingested normally- the bloat also forced itself into the rest of her just like Goozilla. "Ah! Haa~ ahh~" Zie gasped breathlessly as her nipples immediately went rock hard. A wave of cool filled her breasts and they started to expand! The growth was so rapid you could hear the tissue stretching. Her breasts were not only much larger now, they stood unnaturally high on her chest- the tension made them abnormally taught. Goozilla furrowed its brow at the weak attack shuffled toward her, but still could not move particularly well so it was easy to see the attempted attack coming. Zie hit him with another Giga Drain, causing him to lose his balance and shrink again, flopping onto the deck causing the boards of the deck to creak in pain from the heavy hit. Her thighs ballooned out huge causing her to shiver from the coolness of the water inside. The split abdomen started to swell thicker and rounder with liquid and her belly grew again. Her breasts also grew again, but her thighs and belly took most of the hit this time. She looked full term pregnant with twins at this point and had to land because flying with that much weight was getting too much. She moaned at the feeling of the liquid sloshing inside of her- realizing it inflated her upper pubic mound as well, because the jiggly movement was getting real close to her vulva. Using the weight of her liquid mass, Zie lurched forward and punched Goozilla as he was wobbling back to his feet, using Pound! Goozilla shook like she had slapped a jello mold. He lost almost zero HP. Zie's heart tightened at that. Oh no, she still can't really hurt him. Dragon/Steel has very few weaknesses, and his defense stats are astronomical. If she can't KO him, she can't actually fix the situation, because she cannot get rid of the growing liquid mass, she can only shift it over to herself. Even if they both sit on opposite ends of the ship, eventually they will get so heavy the ship breaks in half! Then it occurred to her- what if he isn't on the ship? He cannot swim in this form, so knocking him into the ocean would be very dangerous, but Goozilla absorbs liquid extremely fast due to its body being so squishy and soft to begin with. If he fell into the ocean, he would probably grow so large so fast that he would burst before he has a chance to drown! Fainting will cause him to respawn elsewhere- and thus unable to drown. Zie used Gust to throw him off-balance, causing his body to ripple in the strong wind like the liquid it contained. She dashed around behind him and yanked on his massive softening shell and pulled him backward toward the nose of the ship! It yanked free and turned around to use Thunderbolt but she caused him to flinch and lose his turn when she hit him with another Giga Drain. She moaned and staggered back herself, bracing herself against the railing as her massive gut swelled even larger! Her ballooning boobs now looked completely shiny smooth and her areola popped out into rounded hills of their own separate of the curvature of her breasts. Her nipples even fattened into taught nubs. Her crotch joined the expanding curvature of her stomach, and the forked abdomen behind her swelled round and large till they looked like two huge football shaped bulbs! Her thighs were so massive they could not move without rubbing together, and wobbled violently with any little movement she made. She could feel the liquid rippling against her pussy from the inside- her labia now swollen into the lower curvature of her large gut. A mothim's torso is just one big sphere, so as she bloated up she was quickly losing her remaining human shape. Her stomach was so large that it held her huge tits up, obscuring her vision quite a lot. She could only look straight forward- if Zie looked even slightly down all she could see is her own boobs! Now Goozilla was once again only as tall as the second deck... which is... still far bigger than a Goodra should be, but a lot smaller than he was. It also meant he was more mobile. Goozilla lunged at Mothim again and this time Zie just smiled and thrust her gut up- smashing him in the torso with her bouncy belly to stun him. She meant to dash around behind him but overestimated her mobility in her bloated form and ended up rolling around him instead. She could not afford the time to get back to her feet so she simply kicked him with her legs while still laying on the deck, and it was enough to stagger him forward. Goozilla is far too large for the railing to be able to stop him as he tumbled over into the ocean! Grey was not sure what to think- he is just a passenger in this body. It was like a dream, he was just on autopilot, except he could fully feel everything. He took as large of a breath as he could before he hit the water. The Goodra took control and made him grab the nose of the ship from the underside to prevent from falling deeper into the ocean. Goozilla could feel a growing pressure and a slight movement against the surface of his body as he inflated extremely fast! The softening shell of his tail started to harden again and now what was once metal started to turn into crystal! His body was distilling the salt from the ocean water to rebuild the shell! His arms became fat cones, his thighs massive ovals and his feet and legs just plump little tubes jutting from the bottom of his thighs! His tail was so titanically bloated huge that it his tail and the growing salt crystal shell had almost twice the mass of the entire rest of his body! His body and neck took a bloated water drop shape, with his lower body massively round. His penis which was naturally meant to expand really bloated up, becoming shaped like a traffic cone from the bloat, but grew to almost the size his tail used to be as a regular Goodra! He kept feeling powerful pulses of pleasure as he ejaculated without warning- but only ejected water. His body was doing it on reflex to try and get rid of liquid. The goo-generating pads on his tail and face were releasing increasingly watered down liquids too, but it was a minuscule amount compared to how much he was taking in. Goozilla's shell started to deform as his tail was forced straighter and straighter from internal pressure. His entire body felt so tight, but also so jiggly and soft! The pressure was like an inverted hug- pushing on the inside of his body. His limbs were nearly immobile from how large they ballooned. His neck started to straighten as it bloated thicker and thicker from the base up. Mothim and Zie bit their lip nervously watching the surface of the water. There was an inward rippling on it where the water was collapsing into Goozilla below the surface. He needed to pop before he ran out of breath. She did not want to risk her husband like this, but it was better than destroying the entire cruise ship and potentially killing the hundreds of people onboard. Zie ran her hands down the massive round curve of her taught belly. She glanced back at her massive thighs- which also meant her butt was huge and round. She staggered forward suddenly as the entire ship dipped! Goozilla climbed onto the railing! Grey knew to stay in the water to try and pop as quickly as possible, but his control of the body is split with Goodra who does not understand the plan. Because its body is so massively bloated it struggles to pull itself up any further- it cannot bend its torso enough to get over the railing and its limbs aren't long enough to completely swing over the top. He also continues to bloat even now- much slower now that he is not in the ocean but it is still raining heavily thanks to Rainy Day being active. Because the rain was forced by his attacks; the sky about a half mile out is still perfectly clear, causing the sunlight to shrine through the drops of rain and cast a massive rainbow. It would be beautiful if they were not too busy trying to KO one another. The metal railing bent outward from his weight and as Goozilla continued to try and pull himself up he finally pulled it so far out that it just broke and he slammed down onto the deck hard enough to break some of the planks. Uh oh, that meant he could just crawl forward to get onto the ship! His tremendous weight was putting the nose of the ship almost level with some of the larger waves as it struggled to stay above water with him on it. Zie had no choice- she started to spam Giga Drain again to steal his mass. If she can de-stabilize him enough he will slip back into the water. Even her lower legs now started to bloat up making her legs shaped like an upside-down teardrop. The small split abdomen over her butt bloated even rounder, forming two massive bubbles of taught flesh! Zie's lips swelled up so much it was almost hard to talk, and her cheeks became puffy and jiggly. Her breasts ran out of room as her giant sphere of a belly became so large that it touched the deck while she was fully standing, and still grew up toward her boobs- forcing them to divide to the sides. Her nipples were bloated so smooth they looked like little sausages, and released several thin streams of water! She is so saturated that it is forcing its way out. Her arms and fingers became so chubby and round that she could barely move them. The big spheres her split abdomen became above her rounding butt almost made it look like she had two butts stacked on top of one another. Her pussy was tightly squished closed by her labia which were now only visible as two long oval shaped hills on the very bottom of her rounding torso. A bit of water leaked out, but not much could escape even there because the labia were swollen shut! Her areola used to have a solid edge to them, but her breasts were stretched so massively and heavily that it was a soft faded edge now. The separate curvature of her areola against the rest of her breast was like a half coconut resting on the side of a giant sized beach ball! Zie's entire body was shiny smooth now- her pours pulled flat. She shrank Goozilla enough that he started to slid back, but the further toward the edge he slid the tighter his grip got. Zie could not lift her massive belly off the deck, so she had to slide it across the wet surface- her massive oval thighs violently wobbling with each step which also put her big round butt cheeks into a jiggling fit. At this point any movement she made sent small ripples through her entire body like she was a living water balloon. Even when she approached Goozilla, her limbs could not reach far enough to get past her huge tits never mind her gut to be able to reach him, so she had to use her stomach! Zie leaned forward, stepped forward, and then leaned back, flicking her huge belly forward and slamming Goozilla back off the front of the ship! She was immediately tossed onto her soft ass as the nose of the ship flicked up into the air and caused the entire cruise ship to rock suddenly. The nose of the ship was still pointed down- now because of Zie's own weight. She breathed a sigh of relief and just leaned back on the deck. Her body was so tight her flesh creaked like the surface of a full balloon. The water was cool though, so oddly refreshing. Goozilla once again fell into the depths, this time too bloated to start with to grab onto the ship to try and pull himself back out. He very quickly returned to his massive size from before she knocked him back in. His limbs became so bloated that he could not really move them at all, just wiggle them slightly. Fish kept slamming into him in confusion, because his rapid absorption was creating a water current into his body. The coloration of his skin started to fade. He was stretching so huge and so bloated that his skin was starting to become translucent! He has no bones to obstruct the view through his body, and his organs already had a higher percentage of water to begin with, so you could see right through his entire body. His limbs kept filling till they were just giant bubbles on his sides! His spiral tail was now a cone of crystallized salt- forced straight by pressure. His penis was still firing pulses of pleasure in him with contractions but even when it wasn't it was still jetting a stream of water constantly. The base stretched wider with his torso, making his dick look shorter and wider even though its size wasn't actually changing. His neck and tail started to lose definition against his body. Goozilla felt his belly hit the bottom of the ocean here and bounce slowly- many fish had been caught between but because his body was such a high percentage of liquid now, they just popped through the surface with almost no resistance. He now had schools of fish swimming inside of his body- which you could plainly see because his skin is translucent! His vision started to turn blue from holding his breath, but he could feel his limit fast approaching anyway. His entire body started to pulse as it was trying to take in more than it could stretch to make room for. All he could hear is a slight stretching sound, and the sound of the rushing water inside of him in his ears. His entire body lost almost all definition in the unceasing stretching, his limbs now just shallow bumps on his side, and his tail and neck just look like slight points on either end of his torso- he was shaped like a giant lemon! Zie once again watched the surface of the ocean carefully, not seeing any signs of her husband. She really, really hoped he was okay. There was suddenly a loud, deep sound like a large bubble in a water cooler and a massive explosion of water erupted just below the front of the ship, once against rocking the cruise ship violently! It worked! She defeated Goozilla! The rain stopped now- the effects of Rainy Day only last till the battle ends. The Goodra vanished entirely now- its existence this time around was as a temporal paradox that shouldn't exist in the first place. Grey however would appear naked in the last pokemon center they used, and would have a lot of explaining to do as to why he is naked in public. Better than having to explain how he almost sank an entire cruise ship. Zie hid in her room till the ship made port- then she quickly shuffled her way home to wait for Grey to return and help her. She cannot turn back to normal now without also being KOed; except she has no opponent to knock her out. Honestly she was not in that much of a hurry. She only hastily ran home so that no one would see a half-human Mothim rolling around. Now that she was alone and waiting for Grey to turn, he rolled onto her back and wedged her fingers in her honey pot- it was time to enjoy this rotund body a bit. It felt real good to be sooo full and so tight. Before she got Grey to help her pop- she helped herself 'pop'.

Title: Meant To Be Ch. 02 Tags: love, commitment, romance, los angeles My eyes blink rapidly trying to adjust to the invading sunlight as it begins filling the bedroom with its warmth, my eyes finally able to focus on the tableside clock before turning to fix on Ashley lying next to me sleeping. My mind instantly remembers the events from the previous night. Ashley asking me to sit on the edge of the bed as she inserts a cd into the player, careful to block my view leaving me puzzled. My laughter and anticipation filling the room as T-Pain's "I'm in luv wit a stripper," pours from the speakers. Her robe slipping to the floor with her back to me as her hands explore every inch of her body, teasing me, her body inches in front of me as she bends over as if touching her toes her perfect bottom literally in my face. My mind fixates on the erotic movements from the night before, the way her lingerie fell to the floor after receiving my own personal lap dance, the bass pounding through the speakers. Now, watching her while she sleeps, I'm in awe of her beauty. Still my heart skips a beat and my breath catches in my throat. "Morning," she greets me, her voice barely audible yet still able to startle me while her eyes remain closed. Grinning, I carefully brush aside strands of long blonde hair from her face. "How did you know?" I whisper softly. "I always know when your eyes are on me, I feel them." Her eyes flutter open, the blue in them brightening as they too adjust in the sunlight. "You have more than fifteen minutes, go back to sleep." Her hand reaches for me, fingers brushing my cheek and my lips unable to help themselves, instinctively seek contact with them. Arms wrapping around each other's bodies, I gently kiss along her neck her head tilting back to accommodate my hungry lips, brushing along her jaw line, my lips finally arrive at their destination. "I'm not so tired suddenly," Ashley chuckles. With my legs on either side straddling her body, I pull her night shirt up over her head, our lips passionately resume, while my mind continues to carefully play through the previous night's events. My hands cup and massage her heavy breasts as her own hand cups my panty-clad pussy, the pressure forcing the silky material to rub against my aching pussy, causing a loud moan to escape between my quivering lips into her hungry mouth. "Sit back," Ashley growls. I lean back while Ashley sits up removing my own shirt in one simple whoosh, my breasts bouncing freely inches in front of her face. "Mmm much better view." Her lips close around a hard nipple, her hand sliding into my panties, fingers rubbing my clit. My mind instantly becomes a blur once direct contact is accomplished, my arms wrapping tightly around her body for support as her fingers continue fondling my hard clit. Her other hand rests on my back, as her expert fingers move from my clit to enter my very center. Ashley tilts her head back, eyes watching my expression while her fingers move inside of me. My eyes tightly close, my hips keeping pace with her fingers now pumping steadily in between my thighs. "You enjoy my fingers stroking deep inside your pussy don't you baby?" My moans build, increasing in volume as seconds and then several minutes pass. "I can't...much longer," I gasp, biting down hard on my lip not wanting to ride the wave over the edge just yet. Leaning forward, Ashley buries her face in my cleavage. My excitement trickles down my creamy thighs. "I know what you're thinking, you're thinking about the lap dance, your lap dance. The way your eyes focused intensely on my breasts, my hips, my legs, and of course...my ass." Her fingers pump furiously inside as the inevitable arrives. My head whips back, every fiber of my being is engulfed with my orgasm, my pussy squeezing tightly around her fingers holding them captive. Panting, trying to catch a breath, blinking as my eyes readjust I feel her withdraw her fingers and my eyes focus just in time to watch her fingers disappear inside of her mouth, her lips closing around the wetness. More juice spills out between my thighs as the room fills with her moans while she sucks on her slick fingers. The forgotten alarm suddenly buzzes startling me causing me to jump as Ashley laughs and winks at me. Her fingers pop out of her mouth and her body begins to move to the edge of the bed. Reaching toward the alarm, my hand slams down instantly silencing it. "Hell no," I declare Ashley laughing all the while. I grab her hand, her fingers still sticky and close my mouth around them. "I guess I have time for a quickie." My fingers hook the side of her panties and slide them down her smooth legs and over her feet. Touching the material in the center, I feel a rather large wet spot. "If you didn't have the time, you would make the time," I confidently reply tossing the moist panties to the side. Watching the panties land on the corner, Ashley looks at me a huge smiling forming. "You bet." My hands resume their descent down her body, over her flat stomach, her tan thighs when her hand unexpectedly grabs mine, her eyes locking with mine when she demands, "Don't tease me, fuck me." For a split second I freeze with shock at never having heard Ashley speak this way before, but unable to deny the instant gush those very words sparked. I slide down her perfect body and begin sucking on her clit, my fingers stroking inside. Her hips forcefully push her center against my face, my tongue working on overdrive trying to keep up before being rewarded with a flood of her juices spilling from her center. I decide to continue without pause, her hand suddenly on the back of my head as she rides my face to her second orgasm. Gasping, I barely hear her ask me to come to her. For two minutes we cuddle in the glorious afterglow before Ashley starts to get up out of bed. "Hold on a minute," I grab her hand. "What was that a moment ago?" Grinning she replies, "Just an idea I had, turn you on did it?" she inquires raising an eyebrow. Pulling her body to me, I kiss her softly and remind her of the obvious. "One look at you is all it takes." This time she initiates the kiss. "I need to shower this minute, or I will be late for work." I nod and release her watching as she hops out of bed and hurries into the bathroom, breasts bouncing, ass swaying, turning me on all over again. When I enter the bathroom, Ashley is already in the shower. "It's Friday, tonight we should go out, you still haven't been to Swirl." I turn on the water faucet and grab a wet wipe. "That sounds great, tonight is ladies' night," she answers over the sound of running water. "You want me to make you breakfast, something to go?" "No thanks. There's always food at the office, usually bagels. One of the many perks I enjoy." "You still enjoy going to the office, this job must be a keeper then?" The water abruptly shuts off and instantly the curtain whips back. Without hesitation my head turns, my eyes drinking in every inch of her dripping beauty as if in a trance. Grabbing a towel, Ashley dries off and wraps the towel around her body and I pout once all is covered. Ashley steps out and turns to close the curtain, her towel falling and exposing her backside. I certainly don't miss a beat and appreciate the chance to continue admiring her body openly before lifting my eyes to hers, a knowing smile on her face. "Another quickie?" I offer. "Yes please, but it will have to wait." I was afraid that might turn out to be the answer. Oh well no harm in trying. "Coffee?" "That will do, thank you." I step forward closing the gap between us and place a finger under her chin. "I love you." A tender kiss and my thumb delivers a gentle caress on her lower lip before reluctantly withdrawing and allowing her room to get dressed. I exit the bathroom and hurry to the kitchen to begin the coffee. Ashley appears in the doorway as I'm pouring in the creamer. I pass the coffee to her and in between sips of my green tea I inform her, "The 110 to Pasadena is clear, no accidents." "Thank goodness." "Just the usual Friday morning traffic to contend with." "That's bad enough. Sandra is booked all day today and Monday she is due in court most of the day. I must say the experience is excellent and I'm learning about family law." Ashley looks around to make sure she isn't forgetting anything and then runs her hands over her skirt smoothing it as if there were a wrinkle present. "What time today?" I eagerly ask as I accompany her downstairs to the garage. "Before 5:00." "I'm not sure I'll last until then." "I'm not surprised," she remarks throwing everything into the car and then folding her arms in front of her chest. "After the amount of time you spent staring at my body in the bathroom, I bet you can't wait to see me." "Guilty as charged. After two months together, one would think the passion would settle down a bit between us, instead I want you more than ever. I can't help but to look at you constantly." "I didn't say you were looking, I used the word staring." "You're gorgeous Ashley, stunning." Leaning into my body, she whispers in my ear, "I do believe you've told me this before at a certain shopping mall inside of a certain clothing store." She gently blows into my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine as always. She kisses me. "I love you Casey." Waving, she drives down the street heading towards the 110. I hurry upstairs and straight into the shower. Hours later, inside my office, I hang up the phone and steal a glance at the clock before increasing the volume on the radio in time to hear the traffic report. I listen closely as I fax the appropriate paperwork to the bank. Heavy congestion and one accident, fortunately further on down the 110. Closing the programs still open on the computer, I hear the doorbell and walk downstairs thinking it must be UPS. I look out the peephole and am surprised to see anything other than someone dressed in brown. Knowing a woman is standing outside and little else, I open the door. "Yes?" "I'm looking for Ashley?" "I'm afraid she isn't here right now, but I'm happy to take a message. You are?" The woman standing before me doesn't respond, her expression remains carefully neutral, her eyes never leaving mine. Her brown hair is cut short and while not beautiful, standing here dressed casually in jeans she is attractive. "You're Casey." It's not so much a question as a statement. "That's correct and you are?" Silence ensues for a minute before she finally answers. "Mary." My eyes widen before I have a chance to hide my surprise. I stand staring at her before finally asking her, "What are you..." "Is Ashley inside?" The shock rapidly disappears, my eyes narrow not appreciating being cut off mid sentence and in a neutral tone I respond, "My answer remains the same as before, no she isn't." Her eyes wander up and down my body, her face continuing to remain neutral, hard to read. "When will Ashley be back?" "I'm not sure." It was lame answer, but not a complete lie. Perhaps she would stop off somewhere on her way home, or traffic would worsen? Shaking her head, Mary turns to walk back to the driveway. "Fine, I'll wait for her." I, too, shook my head not keen on the idea of her ambushing Ashley when she arrives home. Without thinking I call out, "You're going to just sit and wait in the car?" Mary continues walking as she replies, "If you have a problem with that, I'll move my car to the street in front of your neighbors." "It's hot outside and you may have to wait awhile." "Thanks for your concern, but I'll be fine," she hollers and she slides into the driver's side and starts the car. Now she is beginning to piss me off. A memory suddenly flashes through my mind of Ashley telling me about how she cried when she told Mary about us having been together. Crying only because she felt she should have broken up with Mary before her and I engaged in sexual activities. I also remembered Ashley telling me how Mary had propositioned her, me or Mary. I thought about that first day when Ashley and I had sat at the kitchen table eating duck and drinking diet sodas as I pulled my cell from my back pocket and dialed Ashley's cell. Damn, straight to voicemail. I let out a deep breath and began walking to the end of the driveway motioning for Mary, who is patiently sitting inside of her car parked in front of the neighbors'. She gets out as I holler, "This is ridiculous, if you are determined to wait for Ashley, then you will wait inside with me. When Ashley arrives home you can say whatever you came here to say." We walk up the drive in silence not that I had expected her to say a word when suddenly she whispers, "Thanks." This day is just full of surprises another of which is the black Honda approaching and honking. I instantly turn my head in the direction of the horn in time to see Ashley smiling and waving. Her hand becomes still, mouth beginning to drop open. Whipping into the drive, she kills the engine, the door flies open and Ashley jumps out taking long strides across the drive. I knew she wouldn't be happy when she saw our guest, but I honestly didn't understand the degree of anger present on her face. "That better not really be you Mary." She arrives at my side pushing her Oakley's on top of her head, her angry eyes staring holes through Mary. Mary's eyes never leave Ashley, her expression suddenly becomes apologetic, all the confidence and strength from before vanishes. If I didn't know better, I would say Mary had expected Ashley's reaction. "You look..." her eyes roam down Ashley's body, "Fantastic." I step forward, but Ashley holds out her hand. "I can't believe you are actually here." Pausing to shake her head, "Why the hell are you here Mary?" Apparently it dawns on Ashley that Mary and I had been making our way inside because she points to the doorway and questions one octave below yelling, "Inside?" Her eyes turn to me and for an instant my body stiffens, but her expression immediately softens. "Inside?" she questions again, but this time her voice is much softer. "Mary refuses to leave without speaking to you and I was hoping to spare you this ambush." Her eyes glare in Mary's direction once again. Mary takes a step towards Ashley, her arm held out. Ashley doesn't flinch instead she demands, "What? What do you feel you must tell me?" Mary looks at me, her face somehow neutral and I actually begin to feel sorry for her. I flash back to when Ashley told me how Mary had a gift of seeing the good in everyone and Ashley supposed it was because of this gift that Mary was able to live so carefree, never seemed to get angry or lose her temper at anyone. Right now all I want is to understand the reason behind Ashley's anger. In a firm voice Mary asks, "Do you mind giving us a minute alone?" Before I have the chance to respond Ashley cuts in, "No, Casey isn't going anywhere. Continue." Looking around to see if we have any witnesses, I calmly suggest, "Perhaps it would be best to move this inside?" Ashley looks at me dumbfounded. "You're kidding?" Placing a hand on Ashley's shoulder, I lead her off to the side. "Doesn't it bother you that she is here?" "More than you can imagine." Staring up into my eyes Ashley asks me again, "You were really going to invite her into our house?" There was no anger behind her eyes, just a need to understand. "I wanted to spare you this exact ambush. I was hoping you would see the car and realize we had company and once I heard the garage open, I was going to meet you downstairs and warn you. At least give you thirty seconds to prepare." Ashley nods, her shoulders relaxing as she lets out a drawn out sigh. The need to wrap my arms around her is almost too much to bear. I want to kiss the pain visible on her face away and cuddle against her protecting her. Instead I ask her, "What am I missing here?" Ashley stares up into my eyes, the pain melting back into anger. "Not now, I will tell you later I promise." Seconds tick by, but I don't question it further. "She is here and we are already this far along. Let's just go inside where at least it's air conditioned, listen to what she has to say and then send her on her way and enjoy the weekend together. Okay?" "Sounds like a plan." We grab a hold of one another's hand. "Wait a second. You mentioned a car in the driveway, what car?" I point to the car parked in front of the neighbor's house. "What is it doing over there?" "Don't ask." We approach Mary hand in hand, her eyes clearly upset, but she follows us inside without a word. Ashley points to the chair and she and I sit down together on the couch while Mary continues to stand. Ashley finally looks up at Mary and Mary takes it as her cue to begin. "First and foremost, I miss you Ashley. I know we've been through our share of the bad, but there is also so much good and I want you to give us another chance. I know you are with someone new and I know how things were...left...between us, but I want another chance." Shaking her head Ashley coolly replies, "No Mary. We have been up and down this road countless times. Our relationship was wonderful for a time, but it has obviously run its course. I'm with Casey now and I'm happy. Please believe me when I say I truly hope you find someone who makes you as happy as Casey makes me." Tears are now forming in Mary's eyes and she must blink several times to keep them at bay. "For the past two months I have worked hard to make the changes in my life you had asked of me before. I have a new job that I'm pleased with and I enrolled in college. I am happy with the changes I've made, but I did it for you. Tell me it's not to late, please?" "Mary I'm not sure how to make this clearer. What we had was wonderful, but our relationship has run its course. The spark, connection, what have you burned bright for years, but not now, not anymore. I'm sorry." Mary reaches for Ashley so quickly Ashley nor I had time to respond. Holding her hand Mary whispers, "It doesn't have to end like this. Like it did." As soon as Mary mentions the past, that spark of anger returns in Ashley's eyes, and she yanks her hand back as if she had nearly touched a snake. "No!" "Why are you so angry with me?" Mary demands, anger now present in her voice. "I come home and find you here completely out of the blue, talking with my girlfriend and doing god only knows what." Ashley stands from the sofa and I follow as well sensing something is about to happen, the pain evident on her face. "I try not to think about it and being here with Casey makes it easier, but I will never forget and seeing you when I pulled up...it just reminded me and the entire event played before my eyes so clearly and I was reminded how I was too shocked to do or say anything then so I let you have it today." Something passes in Mary's eyes, perhaps embarrassment, shame, or both, but whatever it is only served to fuel her flames. "You cheated on me, unless you have conveniently forgotten that!" "I know that!" Ashley screams stepping forward, closing the gap between them. "I have apologized repeatedly, and I know it hurt you, but I didn't deserve your reaction, your... punishment." "You broke my heart! My supposed wife betrays me so yes I was pissed excuse me, would you have preferred I didn't give a damn?" Ashley is now visibly shaking. "You told me I was a street whore, nothing more than a regular fucking street whore and then you slapped me. I was too shocked to do something so I lied there on the floor stunned, I mean you never lose your temper, let alone...and with me no less. And if that wasn't enough when I stood up, you just had to slap me a second time." My eyes are wide with surprise, my body frozen as everything sinks in and with realization comes fury and I launch myself at Mary. "You did what?" I exclaim as I reach out to grab her, Ashley's body stepping between us just in time. "This doesn't concern you," Mary bellows standing her ground while Ashley pushes me back. "It certainly does." "Sit down." "Don't you dare order..." "Casey!" Hearing Ashley yell my name is the only thing that makes me stop, that can stop me. At this moment, my cell rings. My eyes burn a hole into Mary. Ashley grabs me, fingers on my chin forcing me to look at her. "Take the call, let me handle this." I open my mouth to protest, but she silences me. "Please, I didn't handle it last time, this is my chance. Please for me?" I yank the cell from my pocket and flip it open walking to the stairs and heading up. "Great news Case! I have a week of paid vacation time next month so I can visit you guys! Hello?" "I heard you Teri," I grumble into the phone. "Goodness Case who died?" "Mary's here." "Mary who?" "Ashley's ex." "Beg your pardon? You have got to be kidding me! What does she want?" "To speak with Ashley." "No way, tell her to leave." "Can't." "Fine pass her the phone, I'll happily do it." "Ashley and she are downstairs talking." "Without you?" "I was there up until you called." "In that case get back downstairs, goodbye." "Wait, it's okay." "She begging Ashley to take her back?" "Something like that. You know for a second I actually felt sorry for her, I really did until..." "Until what?" "Apparently back in New York, when Ashley confessed that she and I had slept together, Mary lost it and called her names among other things." I couldn't even say it out loud. "What do you mean other things?" Teri asked voice low and hard. "I'm not going to repeat it, I can't right now." "Did she hit Ashley?" I let the question hang in the air unanswered. Finally I simply said, "I want to kick her ass." "It's not to late Case, hell I think you should buy a gun." I couldn't help but to laugh despite the seriousness in Teri's tone. "Don't tempt me." "Look Case, Mary will be gone in a few minutes and that leaves you and Ashley. You two are all that matters, you have each other. She loves you and you her, got it?" "Thanks." "I have to go, are you going to be okay?" "Yes, thank you." "Alright, talk to you soon." "Hey Teri." "Yes?" "We can't wait for you to get your behind down here." "I know, I know." Laughing we hang up and I hurry downstairs. Mary's head is hung low and Ashley is no longer angry. In fact, she looks quite relieved as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, a weight I had no idea was present. It bothers me that she kept this from me, but on the other hand, I understand why she did. Now all I can hope for is that she is finally able to unload here and now and feel cleansed afterwards. Mary looks up when she hears my arrival. "I'm sorry Ashley, I really am. I did everything for the wrong reasons. I hope one day you can forgive me." Looking at Ashley one last time, she abruptly turns and walks downstairs and out the door. With the sound of the door slamming shut, Ashley collapses and I catch her in my arms, holding her against me as the tears pour from her in rivers like a dam that has burst. I whisper sweet nothings to her and hold her tight as she lets it all out finally. After several minutes, I help her to the couch and she sits down leaning against my shoulder. "You feel better?" I ask. She doesn't answer just simply nods. When she is able to speak she tells me the whole story. Exactly what happened in New York and what reasons Mary has given to explain not excuse her inappropriate behavior. Fear apparently had been the primary cause. I didn't really understand why, but I did know what it was like to be ruled by fear. Everyone has experienced being either the cause or effect or sometimes both of fear. Fear is not a good motivator when it comes to relationships, not just sexual relationships, any and all. I had learned that lesson early in life. "I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I had no idea just how much it still affected me until I pulled into the driveway and saw her." "A hot shower will make you feel better." Nodding Ashley stands. "Do you mind if we stay in tonight?" "Not a bit, I would enjoy that." In the bathroom, I turn on the water and undress Ashley before stripping away my own clothes. Suddenly Ashley grabs me, her lips crushing mine, a need so strong driving her to pull me close, that I have a hard time catching a breath. My heart pounds against my chest as we kiss. Under the hot spray of water, we take turns washing one another, our lips only parting when absolutely necessary. The need consuming Ashley is understandable considering the circumstances, but I too had a growing need, a need that I couldn't clearly put into words. After drying off, with Ashley's back against the sink for balance, our lips still dancing together, I finally break away, Ashley whimpering at the loss. "I want to love you." I couldn't phrase it any better than this, but somehow I knew Ashley understood exactly what I wanted. Our lips pressing together again, we slowly walk back out of the bathroom, fumbling towards the bed until the heel of her foot bumps against the foundation. Ashley lies down, her eyes closed, her hands out above her head as I hold her foot in my hands, massaging gently and slowly in the beginning. I knead and massage every inch of her foot and then gently lower her foot and take the other one in my hands and repeat the same procedure. "Oh this feels so good," she moans. Her chest rises and falls as she lies peacefully on the bed, perfectly content. This very sight sends a flame of desire sweeping through my entire body. I continue massaging her foot not wanting to cheat her out of this pleasure despite more pleasure sure to follow. While kneading the base of her foot, I raise her foot a bit higher, and moan as her toe disappears into my waiting mouth. I gently suck on her toe and am rewarded with a shiver from Ashley. My lips take another toe hostage and I suck harder with two captives now in my possession. Ashley's body is writhing on the bed, her hands running through her hair and down her chest. "Oh Casey," she moans my name as I take another hostage. My hands move to her ankle and calf, tracing the smooth skin with my fingers and lightly kneading her calf. After a few minutes, I switch to the opposite foot and work the magic once again. I keep my eyes on Ashley's face for the most part, but every now and again I peek at her center and notice with every passing minute, she glistens more. By the time I finish with her little hostages and move to her delicate ankle, her hands are kneading her breasts, her right hand every so often wandering down south. I release her foot, both hands now free to run along her smooth legs. Our eyes focus intently on one another and I feel the sole of her foot press against my breast, my nipple immediately responding. Her big toe and the one next to it spread just enough to allow my hard nipple between them. She moves her foot slowly back and forth, her toes fucking my taut nipple, the sight alone enough to make my knees go weak. I hold steady, enjoying the sensation to much to give it up. I lean forward, knees pressed against the mattress for balance, my hand reaching for her dripping pussy. Slowly I run my fingers along her center before dipping inside and scooping some of her sweet essence into my fingers. Withdrawing from her warm center, I run my sticky fingers over my nipple while Ashley's toes continue stroking my shiny nipple. I dip my fingers inside again and apply her excitement to my other nipple and her foot immediately begins stroking that nipple. Her own fingers travel south and then slip inside, my own fingers mirroring her actions on my body. Without any spoken words, we both make love to our pussies, watching the other one pump vigorously inside. Ashley's free hand is busy stroking her clit, my free hand flat on the mattress as I try to keep my balance. Both of my knees are shaking badly and I'm not sure I will be able to hold myself up when I orgasm. Suddenly Ashley stops completely and lowers her right foot south down my stomach, circling my belly button before pressing her toe inside of my center. I gasp both hands darting out seeking balance. As suddenly as it began, it stops. Ashley makes a come here motion with her index finger and it takes every ounce of self restraint I have not to jump in the air and land on her crushing her. Instead I gently lie on top of her, but in a 69 position. My tongue furiously laps at her center seeking every drop of honey, her tongue copying mine like Simon says. I spread her smooth lips apart and glide two fingers inside. My breath catches in my throat when I feel her enter me. I insert a third finger and shiver with anticipation knowing Ashley will follow suit. I cry out when a third digit penetrates. My lips wrap tightly around her clit and I moan against her clit and my body releases every ounce of fluid I have when I feel her moans vibrate through my clit. My head begins spinning from the pleasure leaking from my body as my lover's pleasure pours directly into my mouth. I work hard to capture every drop not able to bare the thought of missing some. Our sweaty bodies untangle and I roll to the side. I keep my hand on her skin needing to keep contact and apparently so does Ashley. The next evening, having decided to go to Swirl, Ashley is dressed in a skirt while I'm in jeans. We stop at Charlie Trio's on Huntington and Alhambra Rd for dinner. I order calamari among other dishes, but I must have calamari. Sitting in a booth, our feet seek contact underneath the table. Slowly Ashley runs her foot up and down my pant leg until finally I can't think of anything else. "What was I saying?" Ashley laughs and draws her foot away. "You talked to Teri and she has vacation time coming up." "Oh yes, but first why don't you come sit next to me." We finish dinner sitting with our thighs touching one another's, oblivious to everyone else in the restaurant, occasionally my hand rests and lingers on her thigh until the waitress stops by to check on us. Parking for Swirl was a challenge, but once inside we give our eyes a chance to adjust. Standing just inside the entrance, hand in hand we look around at our surroundings. The light inside is dim at best, but clearly both gay and lesbian couples were here tonight and at this particular moment Madonna's "Like a Virgin," was playing loudly. Round tables were scattered throughout and a group of women were shooting pool by the entrance. Ashley and I walk to the bar, noticing the four corners of the bar are pretty much in darkness. We pass a couple, lips locked obviously in their own world. Ashley stares and then smiles back at me. At the bar, we each take a stool and I order two beers. I learned of this bar shortly after arriving in LA. I had been here once before and it was an eye opening experience having come from the Midwest. We just didn't have a bar like this where I came from, or if we did I certainly had never found it. I met a woman within five minutes of my arrival, and I swear she waits for newcomers to visit. Her name is Rachael Yu, a very pretty Chinese woman with long dark hair and sexy dark eyes to match. She has a sexy deep voice which is what had done me in, and as Ashley and I take our first sip of beer I hear that deep voice holler, "Break," as the sound of billiard balls crashing into one another before scurrying off to their respective corners fills the room momentarily. Within a minute, I feel someone coming up behind me and I say, "Hello Rachael." "Hello Casey, I haven't seen you around in awhile." I spun around on my bar stool. "I've been very busy." I had shared with Ashley my night with Rachael. "Ashley this is Rachael, Rachael this is my girlfriend Ashley." "This is your first time." It wasn't a question. Rachael had a smirk on her face. "Don't even think about it." Shaking her head Rachael lets out a rich deep laugh. Ashley looks at me smiling, she knows about my little theory. Rachael straightens up and looks at me. "I only ask if I may have one dance?" I look at Ashley and she smiles. I nod and Rachael escorts Ashley onto the dance floor. A slow song begins and I look at them on the dance floor making sure Rachael is behaving herself. So far so good. I look around and locate the couple from earlier still engulfed in their own little world. Despite the lighting I can tell the redhead has her hands under the blonde's shirt, their bodies pressed so tightly together they look like sardines that just popped out of the cramped can. The song ends and Rachael and Ashley make their way back to the bar. "She behaved herself," Ashley reports. "Thank you Casey. It was good to see you again." I nod as she makes her way back to the front of the bar. Ashley is watching the couple openly grope each other. "Want to dance?" I offer. Smiling she accepts my held out hand. Ashley leads us to a corner of the floor and I'm not a bit surprised. Her arms wrap around my neck and I hold her close enjoying the warmth of her body. "Rachael told me to take care of you." My eyes narrow. "Really?" Ashley nods smiling. Our bodies close any gaps between us, melding together beautifully. "I'll take care of you and you take care of me." "You bet." Ashley wraps her arms around my waist but soon her fingers slowly slide under the shirt. My nipples are hard and waiting for her touch and when she slides her palms over my nipples, I back us up against the wall, her back lightly hitting the wall. My lips devouring hers, her legs wrap around my waist, my arms around her supporting her. I place my face close to hers so she can hear me say, "Deja vu." Grinning ear to ear she replies, "Except this time our positions are switched." "And it's a bar instead of a bathroom, we're moving up in locations." Ashley laughs. "We should go home." "Really?" I raise my eyebrow. "Rachael told me to take care of you and that is exactly what I intend to do." THE END

The rest of her team stared her down when she lunged into the airlock, narrowly avoiding having one of her feet caught in the mag-locked door when it slammed shut. Though none in the team could see them, the faintest traces of a string of nanites came in with her, desperately clinging to the bottom of Kenna’s foot, holding off on their emergency protocols until they were safe and sound outside the firing range of a group of very pissed-off Guardians with itchy trigger fingers. With a few excuses, Kenna got back up and waddled over to the ship, attributing her sudden bout of dizziness to the fact that she’d just been exposed to a vacuum for what was probably longer than recommended for someone of her kind. Unbeknownst to her, the very threat that they had flown over to take care of was already starting to reform inside of her body, using the lull in the action to subvert as much of her physical form as possible without anyone, Kenna especially, noticing; slight alterations to her genetic code really, nothing but the absolute basics that would later on become something far greater, allowing for the defeated Fallen to live once again through the very life force of the one who ended their life. It would be poetic, if not for the fact that it was so incredibly gruesome; unfortunately for everyone involved, however, things wouldn’t be that simple, as it would appear that the sound beating Atraks-1 was on the receiving end of had somehow damaged the programming on the nanites that were supposed to reconstitute their body. As a result, rather than being able to completely transform the infected Guardian by the time the ship landed on the Tower, all they managed to do, despite their best efforts, was to enact some low-level changes to their bodily structure. Not that these changes were subtle, but they were mostly hidden away by the suit the Guardian was wearing, enough that she didn’t really notice it until the ship she was on had properly docked, and at that point it was best for her to just conveniently ignore them and try to get home as quickly as possible. Kenna knew something was up when she began feeling bloated, but seeing as her body didn’t immediately and spontaneously explode into a mimicry of Atrak’s form, she figured it must’ve just been some sort of post-battle stress not agreeing with her meal for the day; she had eaten more than usual, so it wasn’t entirely out of the question. However, as they made their approach to planet Earth and her sense of overwhelming fullness continued to mount, the Guardian began wondering if she shouldn’t be saying something to her colleagues; after all, even if she weren’t infected by the Eliksni, there was always the possibility of a pathogen being surreptitiously hidden away inside the space station, accidentally released by the firefight. However, there was something about the way she was feeling that stopped her just short of doing anything about it, like there was a voice in the back of her head soothing her, letting her know that everything was fine and she needn’t worry, that it was all ok and all she had to do was enjoy the ride and she’d be fine. Truth be told, Kenna should have been worried about suddenly feeling so at ease with a potentially devastating and body-altering agent running rampant through her system, but being able to lay her fingers on her stomach and feel the slight bulge of extra pudge made for rather nice entertainment, even if she was certain it was the first step towards her own doom. Then again, when absolutely nothing happened beyond her growing slightly heavier and heavier as the ship flew closer to the docking bay, surely there wasn’t anything to worry about; she’d just have to head back to her room, take some decontaminants and then be done with it all, no worries! Walking with that new weight attached to her though, that was certainly something. Kenna attracted no shortage of looks when she got off from the ship and quite literally waddled her way towards her quarters, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was sporting a gut that would only become more noticeable the more steps she took without sitting down somewhere. Suddenly, she felt… empty, like her stomach had been replaced with a bottomless pit with a black hole at the very bottom that hungered for the whole universe to be thrown into it. Despite having had a bigger-than-average lunch precisely in preparation for the mission, Kenna couldn’t help but want to stuff her face with literally the first thing she saw that was even remotely edible, as that was the only feasible way she saw of making that belly of hers grow even larger; where exactly her ravenous appetite had come from didn’t matter so much as finding a way to sate it, for questions could always be asked after she was nice, full and plump, plumper than she was right now. What a stroke of luck, then, that her room’s replicator machinery was up and running that day, ready and waiting to satisfy each and every whim that popped into that head of hers; all that was required of her was for Kenna to pull a chair up, plop her rear in front of the dispenser port, throw her armour away in order to give herself as much wiggle room as possible, and then… … then she could eat. That was the imperative, to eat, to consume, to fill that gnawing void inside of her stomach that had come from nowhere, asserted itself, and now demanded payment in the form of an unhealthy amount of binging. After all, the Guardian could literally ask for whatever she wanted in terms of treats, the whole breadth of human gastronomy (or at least the bits available in the archives) there for the taking, at her fingertips and a single sequence of button presses away. Everything from the most sugar-laden of pastries to the most savory of roasts, fresh out of the replicator and as hot as they would be if they were made in an actual oven, all of it so close to her that Kenna didn’t even have to move that much; just lean forward, grab the plate that came along with the meal, devour it as quickly as possible, then throw the crumbs away and start the cycle all over again! It was a dreadfully inefficient waste of the resources allocated to her, but using them up to build weaponry when she could be cooking up more food seemed like the real waste there; why bother with guns when she could have a delicious fifteen-course meal for an entrée? She barely even noticed when her clothes began to tear at the seams, the bulging body underneath them expanding not just in the belly and midriff areas, but somehow all over; the nanites inside of her system were going haywire trying to transform Kenna into another replicant of Atraks-1, but thanks to the rather fortunate malfunction in their programming, were only succeeding at turning her into one of the Eliksni, unburdened by the psyche imprint they were attempting to impose upon her. And, whether it be because of the Fallen’s biology or just the need to provide immense quantities of calories to keep her body from collapsing, this was translating into an insurmountable desire to feast. Thus, it wasn’t surprising that the gorging continued long past the point where Kenna’s stomach should’ve ruptured, but instead kept breaking down everything she stuffed into it with alarming speed. Her arms and legs were straining her suit’s ability to contain them, fat rolls of oddly-purplish skin bulging out from the holes, while the torso section had failed to contain her completely and was now dominated by an immense, flabby, wobbly belly that spilled over onto her lap and kept bloating with every bite she took. The replicator was overlocked and running high on heat, smoking even as the half-human hybrid demanded increasing amounts of nourishment from it, until the poor thing had a backlog of thirty or so items to deal with; despite her increasing size, Kenna was possessed of a seemingly unnatural amount of agility, at least when it came to inputting orders onto a panel with one hand while grabbing them with the other, literally stuffing her face into whatever meal she had near her, pigging down like a beast. Yet, she was still hungry, still just as demanding as before, if not even more so, and would be moaning and begging for someone to feed her if not for the fact that her mouth was constantly occupied while trying to fix that problem. It wouldn’t ever happen though; no matter how much food she ate, all that Kenna accomplished was making the nanites inside of her work on higher and higher levels of overdrive as they desperately tried to steer the transformation her body was undergoing away from a mere species shift and more towards a replacement for their old physical form. But the Guardian’s psychological conditioning was too strong… and her hunger was simply too powerful for even the nanites’ programming to overcome, providing her with an impromptu and highly unlikely shield against the unseen threat inside of her very own body. Not that Kenna was aware of any of this; as far as she cared, she was simply hungry, albeit unnaturally so. The nanites’ effect on her body had tainted her mind as well, leaving her unable to process how out of the ordinary the whole situation was; to her, it was perfectly normal to sit in front of the replicator and queue up several dozen meals while chowing down on an equal number, perfectly normal for her body to bloat and fatten up so much that even her extra-stretchy bodysuit wasn’t powerful enough to keep. It was perfectly normal for her skin to be turning into a completely different hue, and perfectly normal that, despite the ridiculous quantities of mass she was shovelling down her throat, she still felt like she hadn’t eaten in months, prompting her to make the next snack all that much larger, much more nutritious, and thus worsening the transformation yet again. Or, well, bettering it, depending on how one looked at the situation; as far as Kenna could truly appreciate what was happening to her, the changes occurring to her body were actually quite nice, especially with how fluffy she now was. Never before in her life had the Guardian assumed that being able to literally sink her entire hand up to the elbow in her belly fat could be so attractive and alluring, yet there she was, doing exactly that and feeling like it was the best thing on the planet. Honestly, it was actually starting to arouse her in an entirely different way, a part of her brain activating that hadn’t even been lightly grazed in what felt like years. In fact, she felt an undeniable need to move one of her hands down to somewhere where it could be of bigger use to this new need, but this would mean not being able to eat as quickly as she needed to, which was just unacceptable. Truly a pickle if there ever was one, hence why her body decided to fix that problem for her. In their effort to transform Kenna into a copy of Atraks-1, the nanites injected quite a bit of Eliksni genetic material into her, and while most of it had gone to waste when the Guardian decided to turn herself into a blob instead, some of it had “stuck” to where it should; notably, those two fleshy nubs that had appeared on her side, just below her arms, which had begun to inflame and bulge outwards the more she ate. Kenna didn’t notice them, or at least didn’t pay any more attention to them than she would a random itch, allowing the budding set of arms to begin developing, first as a pair of spindly, fleshy wriggly bits, but very quickly morphing into properly functioning appendages, complete with controllable hands and the right neural paths to allow the half-human to use them on an instinctual level. Kenna, delighted with her brand new limbs, immediately put them to use in the only way she could: with both of them very quickly reaching between her legs and making her regret ever having waited so long before doing so; it was as if her entire body was set ablaze from even the slightest touch, as if her sensitivity had been turned up to impossible levels while every nerve was frayed and left barren for even the tiniest of stimuli to overload. A single touch was all that was needed for her to start gushing as if riding a particularly hefty male, and the conjunction of that flood of serotonin with all the other transformative substances being used by the nanites seemed to speed up the process taking her further away from hybrid territory and far more towards becoming another one of the Eliksni… albeit one with her own mind and willpower, even if it was entirely dominated by a need to eat. In an instant, her whole body bloated outwards, gaining what felt like hundreds of pounds as all the calories she’d been scarfing down seemed to suddenly multiply in on themselves, making short work of whatever remained of her bodysuit and pieces of armor still attached; her full form was now visible, as was the fact that her skin had gone fully purple, which together with the brand new set of arms and the fact that her vision was starting to go blurry, should have alerted the former human to the fact that her body was being hijacked. In fact, Kenna was actually somewhat aware of this; it just so happened that her brain was too busy trying to get its next fix by demanding her body eat even more, so much so that the replicator was starting to malfunction due to the sheer overflow of demands being input by the eternally-hungry former human. After a while, her button presses just didn’t register anymore, and she was left to slam her increasingly fatty fingers against the panel only to receive no feedback in return; sure, the food kept coming, but she couldn’t queue up another hundred or so meals every minute, so what was even the point?! Soon enough she would be done with her entrées and then have nothing for the main course, and the moment that happened, well… she was going to have to make it everyone’s problem, because Kenna was not going to sit in her room and wait for the repair techies to come fix her replicator; that was just time wasted, as far as she was concerned. Predictably, this attitude could only end in one way: the half-human, half-Fallen sitting on her fat ass, staring at a replicator that was now more smoke than food dispenser, banging her four fists against it after it stopped giving her what she craved the most, loudly enough that a few people outside were starting to wonder what was going on inside Kenna’s room. All around her was the dejected remains of what could have been enough food to feed a whole settlement for several days: empty, discarded plates, broken cutlery, piles of crumbs that were themselves meals but barely registered with her new appetite, all stacked up to such heights that, if not for the fact that her transformed body was significantly larger than her original one, Kenna might’ve felt like she was wading through garbage rather than simply the regular stuff. Still, it took her a bit before she mustered up the willpower to do anything but execute percussive maintenance on the broken machine, and even then it was because getting other people to feed her was probably going to be a hassle and she didn’t feel like doing anything that required the slightest amount of effort; after all, was it not her fate, her destiny to be serviced and served to, to sit on her widening rear as she was fed endless amounts of food to her own personal specifications? She could see it as clearly as she could anything else, especially now that her second pair of eyes had grown in, that as a perfect fusion of two species, she, and she alone, deserved the sort of regal treatment that was normally reserved for those of the highest station. Sadly, no one else was aware of this yet, which meant she had to put in at least some work to get the rest of the world up to speed on what was required of them. To be fair though, it wouldn’t take too long for anyone to get the picture once she revealed herself. Just getting up from where she was sitting was enough to give her an idea of how imposing her new body must look, considering she bumped her head against the ceiling and felt her immense, rotund belly jiggle and sway with each motion, every step bringing with it a deep churning glorsh from the vast quantities of food safely packed away inside of a tum so colossal that, were she to look down, being able to see her feet would turn into a thing of the past. Yet Kenna didn’t feel at all like how heavy she clearly was; perhaps her new body was simply adapted to deal with those sorts of sizes, because she found herself capable of moving with astounding grace, enough that the only reason she had to break through the door at all was because her flab and pudge could only squish down so much before her innate elasticity gave up. Thus, anyone that happened to be outside of her room at that time would have seen a perfectly normal door, with a perfectly normal wall, in a perfectly normal corridor in one second, while in the next the very air was steeped in bits of debris and floating chunks of ground metal, their ears filled with the thundering footsteps of the now full-Eliksni as she emerged from within her abode, licking her lips and already looking for her next meal. She was lucky that the outside had a higher ceiling, because the first thing she did was grab the nearest replicator she saw, yank it off the wall, then turn it upside down and dump whatever food its internal battery could provide for as long as it could keep going, gaining what felt like hundreds of pounds in the process… especially after she gave up eating regular meals and just demanded the machine produce an unending stream of calorie-rich nutrient paste that she could pig out on about as hard as her new facial anatomy might suggest she could. With the nanites in full swing, every ounce she consumed was an ounce that settled on her body somewhere, resulting in her frame bulging out and becoming more and more massive the more she ate, the more she consumed, the more she allowed her primal instincts to take her over. But it wasn’t enough. Not even when everyone around her stopped to stare at the budding giantess did Kenna begin to think that she was even remotely close to being done, not even when the battery on the replicator ran out at around the same time as her belly’s frontmost part was pressing against the ground, not even when the floor beneath her cracked from the strain of having her take a single step. There were still things to eat, still minds to subsume into her own; folks weren’t actively getting on their knees and singing praises unto her, so clearly there was work to be done still, at least as far as she cared. Plus, with so much delicious mass around her, it wouldn’t be too difficult for Kenna to take advantage of the nanites inside of her, putting them to more productive uses; after all, if she was the kind of deific entity she pictured herself as, then surely she could control something as simple as a microscopic nanite swarm, and indeed, all it took were a few moments of concentration before she tapped into the frequency that those tiny automatons were operating in, the same ones that had gifted her this glorious new form… and the same ones that would make it even better. There were plenty of replicators around her if she so chose to use them, but the more she thought about it, the more the ascended human began to think that they just weren’t worth her time. Eating was so blasé, she wanted to consume, not just chew on something and swallow it like some primitive ape would; she was better than that, beyond that, and as such was owed not just the privilege of being able to choose when to use her mouth properly, but the right to take whatever she wanted into herself… in the most direct way possible. There were plenty of construction materials around that wouldn’t be necessary once she made herself become the throne upon which all others should lay, not to mention a few ships buzzing by that, quite frankly, looked far too old to be allowed to fly. With a simple flick of her wrist, Kenna unleashed a cloud of nanites from her fingertips, ones that had been subverted to her will rather than the other way around; these eager little helpers quickly found a parked ship and enveloped it completely, breaking it down to its base components, then turning those into their constituent compounds, molecules, then atoms, until the oozing soup of undifferentiated atomic stuff was suitably changed at the smallest of levels to better suit the ascended Eliksni’s needs. All that was needed was for protons and electrons to be rearranged in order to create substances that her body could actually process, and while this might’ve sounded like nothing short of complete and utter madness just hours before, now it was something as easy as snapping her fingers and asking someone else to do it for her. From metal to sugars, by way of atomic manipulation, and suddenly Kenna was a whole space-worthy ship fatter in every direction, licking her lips with such content that it should probably be made illegal for anyone to enjoy anything as much as she was enjoying herself in that exact moment. The few people still around who hadn’t made the right decision to get the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible as soon as possible were entranced by the display, unable to comprehend just what had happened. Had the giantess consumed the ship, metal and all? Had that nanite swarm broken it down so efficiently that she could do the same to them? And why was it that they weren’t running away at the mere sight of it if they knew that there was a non-zero chance they could be next? Perhaps it was the simple fact that, gluttonous or not, the ascended Eliksni was something of an imposing sight, imposing enough to overload one’s better judgement and promise it that, if only it were to work towards them, then it would be duly rewarded with an ample supply of divine love and attention. In reality, this was nothing but an unintended side effect of whatever the original batch of nanites had done to Kenna; the former human was barely even aware of the small ones next to her once she got started consuming her surroundings properly, because why would she bother with those who couldn’t even begin to scratch her ankles in terms of power? It felt like a waste of time, time she could instead be dedicating to tearing down everything around her and feeding it into that void that her stomach had turned into, hoping that maybe, if only she ate everything, then she would eventually be satisfied… before the next meal, of course. Or dessert. Or a second course, those were always good. Now that she had confirmation that her body could take whatever it was the nanites inside of it could touch, however, things were quite a bit simpler than they used to be; after all, if she didn’t even require food to be, well, food, then anything that existed could be used to fuel that immense, roaring furnace inside of her that kept demanding for more and bigger meals for the feast. In fact, the more she looked around, the more Kenna came to understand that there was a very good reason why she was even there to begin with, why her mind had guided her to not inform her team that she might’ve been infected, and why she had gone to such great lengths to ensure that her transformation was as successful as it turned out to be. She used to be a Guardian, but now was something more; and as a former human, especially once with such a high level of responsibility, she just happened to have access to one of the most important landmarks on the planet, the central hub from which everything of note took place, where the Traveller had opted to park itself, where destiny itself converged. And while before she might’ve looked at this as it was, that being a burden that she and a select few were chosen to carry, now it was revealed to her that, quite the contrary, it was in fact an opportunity; an opportunity to truly ascend, to break free of the mortal bonds holding her back, chaining her down to her pitiful former existence as nothing more than a faceless soldier in a war that she no longer cared about. She was something better now, someone that could take whatever they wanted and turn it into more glorified pudge for her belly, more fat for her rotund and gorgeous body, all while the gnawing hunger inside of her grew bigger and stronger the more she went without feeding it! Maybe, she thought to herself, everything in her life had led to that exact moment, where she looked up at the Traveller, floating in the air, bearing down on Humanity from above, and saw not the last hope for salvation amidst a universe happy to wipe her former species off the face of their homeworld… but a snack. A big, round, delicious snack that made her lick her lips in contented delight even before she got to taste it… but she would. She was sure of it. Before she could get there though, Kenna needed a little boost to her body. She was big, yes, but not enough enough to try and tackle the Traveller without promptly getting shut down in the process; luckily for her, and unluckily for everyone else, she was just big enough to be able to lord her size over all the tiny ones running around her, and just strong enough that their pathetic attempts at stopping her were already completely ineffective. Melee combat was a bust, as anything brought to bear on her body would either bounce off her curves or be absorbed into them via a quick swipe by the growing nanite swarm inside of her; firefights would end as quickly as they began, what with the thick cloud of nanoscopic automatons that surrounded her in every direction creating an impenetrable shell that only grew stronger the more anyone tried to damage it. In fact, all that Kenna needed to do was sit her fat ass down and allow her intention and willpower to guide her actions… or rather, the hungry cloud of nanites breaking down everything around her into its constituent components, only to then rearrange them much like it did to the ship, only on a much grander scale. It wasn’t just the Tower that surrounded her, but the whole City around that, the last place where life of her former kind flourished; the technological marvels brought about by the Traveller’s appearance, the last remaining bastion of humankind in a cold, dark, uncaring universe, all of it was right there for the taking, if only she had the will to take it all without bothering to ask. And if there was something that Kenna had in vast quantities at that time, it was an intense need to take for herself, she wasn’t picky about what. Therefore, why not take everything? The panelling on the walls, stripped; the very floor beneath her widening rear, torn off and ground down. The railings, the machinery, the replicators and their nigh-endless power supply system, the ships flying by and the ones parked at a distance, even the occasional person who wasn’t fast enough to escape from her ravenous appetite. All of it served to feed into a continuously growing, never ending vicious cycle whereby more consumption merely made her larger, therefore made her hungrier, and thus spiked her need to eat even more; Kenna was both fully aware of this and yet taken by it anyway, no longer caring about the consequences or what might happen to her. She couldn’t even be shot now, not without the ballistics or energy blasts being used to make her gloriously oversized body even bigger than it already was; she couldn’t even be attacked by moving ships, seeing as they’d only be swatted down from the heavens and plunged into her hungry maw, or simply pushed into the many folds of her colossal belly, where her weight alone would pancake them before the nanites helped her take the metal into her body. All the while, she grew bigger, softer, rounder, a ball of fat and pudge that knew only how to become more massive as it reached the peaks of indecency and kept climbing, Kenna by that point openly moaning and trying to move her hands somewhere where they could make good use of all that arousal. That she was surrounded by panicked screaming and what remained of the human race preparing for a final battle didn’t really register to her; as long as she could keep herself from falling down to the ground levels too hard, then nothing else really mattered as far as she was concerned, especially considering she still had the rest of the city to consume after she was done with that pitiful little tower with a capital T. How typical of her former species, to give things such important-sounding names when they were a mere five-minute banquet for someone like her, who could make it all just… go away, vanished down her gullet, with as much ease as she would snap her fingers. It was almost scandalous how easily she utterly broke down her surroundings and added them onto her growing self, almost as if the last redoubt for Humankind was naught but a bunch of cardboard and she a colossal monster ready to stomp on it… well, the comparison was almost apt, but the last thing Kenna needed was to picture herself as an even greater beast devouring everything, or else her horniness might just jump to truly insurmountable levels. No, best that she focus on what she could feel at that exact moment, that being her nanite swarm gently lowering her through the air as the structure around her was destroyed and remade to better suit her desires, until she felt the warm ground beneath her by-then house-sized cheeks, cheeks that only grew fatter as the last remnants of the Tower were broken down and directly pumped into her. From there, it was easy to know where to go: the whole City was there, undefended, unguarded seeing as so many of its protectors just so happened to be close by when Kenna discovered that her appetites included former humans if they just so happened to be near her when the nanites sought her next snack. There was nothing and no one that could slow her down, let alone stop her, except perhaps for the Traveller itself… and what was it going to do, smite her down with the wrath of a big, stationary floating ball? It was nothing to her, nothing if not another snack that she was merely too small to fully appreciate; as soon as the whole City was packed away inside of her belly and in that enormous ass of hers though, then it would see who the real ruler of Humankind was. Sure, by that point, there probably wouldn’t be any humans left beyond the ones that happened to be off-world during her little rampage, but who was counting? She certainly wasn’t, not when she had to get busy extending her net of nanites to encompass literally everything on not just her immediate surroundings, but the whole metropolis as well! It didn’t matter to her that the main emotion on everyone’s mind was blind panic and existential dread, as a colossal Eliksni enshrouded by literal tons of nanites had just risen from the ashes of the Tower and now loomed over most of the buildings around it, spreading her arms around and beckoning forth for everything to be dumped into her waiting maw. She was a goddess of destruction, one whose happy little squeals and giggles were powerful enough to cause small quakes that only served to soften the cityscape up for when her minions came to pluck it up. One by one, every structure closest to her was ripped to shreds and turned into more sustaining feedstock, Kenna’s body no longer even needing to have her meals transformed into something palatable; their mass alone would keep her going, make her grow, make her fatten, make her tits become so massive they could flatten buildings and yet look so tiny next to that gigantic belly swung out in front of her that she might as well be flat-chested. Make her become so grossly engorged that her head was practically buried by the folds of fat in her own neck, make her become something so beyond mortal ken that anyone who laid eyes on her would drop their weapons and willingly succumb to the knowledge that their life was forfeit, meant to be used as nothing more than fuel for the ascension of their new goddess. Then, and only then, could the ascended Eliksni, the former human known as Kenna, be truly satisfied and sated… but she wasn’t. She should be. By all objective means, after being done tearing the whole City down into its constituent bits and absorbing them through every pore, becoming this gigantic, flabby blob of an Eliksni with a shadow that was cast for miles behind her, Kenna should have been done with her rampage. She’d done it, it was over, most of her former kind was gone and, while not exactly buried, at least somewhere where it couldn’t come back from; the fact that her nanites were going to work on the rest of the planet, breaking down its crust and eating whatever vegetation was around, should be nothing more than a dessert, a finisher after a particularly heavy meal. She should be sated… but she wasn’t. In fact, the more Kenna considered this, the more she became acutely aware of how much her hunger hadn’t gone away, and how much it was telling her that the true main course, the real meal, was still there, waiting for her to take it into her maw. The Traveller. It still floated, taunting her, just within reach. If she wanted to, Kenna could stretch her arms out and touch its smooth surface, bring it closer to her; it was about as big as her belly was now, so why not try and scarf it all down? If she was so powerful as to be able to strip the planet down the mantle already just from consuming whatever was lying around, who knew what she’d be capable of doing once the full might of that thing was absorbed into her. Yes, that’s what had to happen; it was her fate, her destiny, that which she was meant to do: to eat the Traveller, and take from it everything. She licked her lips again, slavering and drooling as she pulled the sphere towards her. The feast was about to begin.

Title: tino and joanne by prettykitty123 Tags: Love, M/F once upon a time there was princess named joanne who lived in a far away land and all the boys loved her exceptone boy who was absolutely a jerk and was very hot but she had uncontolable love for him, so she folows him out of town and he says "what do you want?" ''nothing god just what's your name" "call me tino" **"okay bye!"** she fell in the swamp and tino helped her then she noticed he had a birth mark like hers... they could never be together... so joanne had a plan she would try to get him to runaway with her never to be seen again...

Title: Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 21 Tags: mfff, older man **XXI** *"Far too many"* The day had started warm and it got steadily hotter and muggier as the afternoon wore on. I filled in time until we could leave without giving offence, allowing George to tell me some interminable story about the difficulty of getting his American bosses to pronounce his surname correctly. After this I thought I ought talk to Vicky and Simone and say thank-you for leaving me alone and contenting themselves with only the occasional yearning gaze in my direction. Before doing so, however, I took pity on Alicia, who was clearly beginning to suffer in the oppressive conditions in the tent, and told her that she could follow the example of most of the guests and go out for some slightly fresher air. So off she went to turn more male heads outside. I let the twins back me into a corner and jabber away excitedly. They still looked incredibly fuckable but as conversationalists they favoured quantity over quality; I reflected, however, that in a few days I should be able to shut them up at will. I was happily imagining them naked, at my sexual service, and blessedly mute when it struck me that all of a sudden it had got very dark outside. I was about to remark on this when there was a blinding flash of light and a huge thunderclap and the heavens opened. Instantly the tent began to fill with laughing and bedraggled guests. Some had been standing nearby and were not too badly affected but most of them had apparently been wandering farther afield because by the time they were washed up at the tent they were drenched. Alicia looked amazing; her light frock, wet through, was almost invisible as it clung lovingly to every contour of her huge bosoms. But it had to be said that the cloudburst had worked wonders for the appearance of many of the other guests too; rainsoaked summery clothes adhered tightly to young female bodies and revealed shapely buttocks and nicely formed breasts wherever the eye rested. Conditions in the tent had been uncomfortably hot and stuffy even when it was relatively empty. Now, as more and more soaking wet revellers crammed inside, the temperature and humidity increased alarmingly. Faces and bodies glowed with an admixture of rainwater and sweat that ensured that clothing remained sodden. The tent was filled far beyond its intended capacity and as people milled about they were forced to squeeze past each other's sweaty, clammy bodies. In the midst of all this I had the most enormous erection. I had, of course, been sneaking to the toilets at intervals during the day to relieve my needs and I had intended to do so again before leaving, but now I was trapped. One young woman I had hardly noticed until now, but looking very sexy with her long wavy dark hair matted down with moisture and her happy, slightly tipsy face aglow with rain and sweat, began to press against me. When she politely allowed someone to pass she made sure she backed into me far more forcibly than necessary and her buttocks pressed hard against my groin. She giggled with surprise and delight at what she found there and pressed back even harder, with a quick wiggle of the hips thrown in. I tried to back away but in doing so found myself jammed against other sweaty bodies. One of them belonged to a delicate-looking girl, not my usual type but very pretty with her long blonde hair and big beautiful eyes. Suddenly I felt a movement in my pocket. Thinking for a moment that someone was trying to rob me (hardly likely, given my surroundings), I made a grab and found I had hold of yet another girl, who smiled flirtatiously at me and blew me a kiss before pulling her slippery wet hand from my grasp. Hardly had she disappeared into the throng than I felt another hand, this one surreptitiously but determinedly feeling its way down my lower abdomen. It belonged to the delicate girl, who was carefully looking the other way with an expression of faraway innocence as her fingers explored my groin. When they found their quarry they grabbed it firmly through my trousers and her face assumed a look of almost blissful wonder. And so it went on. As I tried to navigate my way to where I had last seen Wendy, I forced my way past female bodies pressed against me and hands touching me everywhere and occasionally reaching into my pockets. I was terrified of what was happening but also highly aroused; my cock was throbbing with desire and demanding that I strip off and tell the girls to form an orderly queue (or, better still, a not-at-all orderly queue). After a while I realised with relief that the rain was stopping and some guests were escaping the overcrowded tent. I was now able to reach a very concerned-looking Wendy. "James," she began, "those girls --" "I know," I interrupted. "God knows what we're going to do now." "Get out of here," she suggested, "before things get any worse." This was good advice. I asked her to go and detach Alicia from the ardent young men surrounding her while I made my excuses to George. Our goodbyes said, the three of us headed for the car and I checked with Wendy that she had been keeping clear of the alcohol. "Of course," she replied, clearly shocked that I should think her capable of disobedience. "Good," I said, thrusting the car keys into her hand. "You're driving." My companions both seemed surprised when instead of getting in the front I climbed in the back with Alicia, but it took only a moment for the penny to drop with Wendy. "I'm *desperate*," I whispered hoarsely by way of excuse (not that I needed one). "I can't possibly wait till we get home." "Do you think you can contain yourself until we get to the end of George's drive?" asked Wendy with that knowing, indulgent smile she was getting so good at. I said I thought I could manage. Anyway it took longer than that for me to unzip my fly and unleash my cock and for Alicia to struggle out of her knickers and hitch up her soggy frock. Tastes change with age. Sex in cars, I have decided, is a case in point; in my twenties I relished the excitement of it but as the years have gone by I have come to prefer the comforts of a bed. The fuck with Alicia met my immediate needs but it was too cramped and uncomfortable to be entirely satisfactory and as I put her gently to one side to recover I promised myself a repeat later on at home. As I sat next to her, reflecting on the garden party and dully wondering what the harvest would be, I absently felt in my pockets. My fingers found a screwed-up piece of rather damp paper; then another. My pockets were full of scraps of paper, bits of card, stuff like that. I pulled one out and examined it. There was scribbled writing on it. "Kathryn," it read, followed by a cellphone number. I reached for the next. It was a piece of card torn from the corner of a menu or some such. "Please, please, please call me. Your Sara," and a number again. I felt in my pocket again; the next was also card but seemed more regularly shaped. It was a passport-type photograph of the delicate otherworldly-looking blonde girl. On the back was written, "Fuck me." There was no name, just a number. "What have you got there, darling?" asked Wendy. I explained and she let out a low whistle. "How many?" I rummaged in my pockets. "Plenty," I said. "Far too many." After going through my pockets thoroughly, I laid out the notes as best I could on the parcel shelf. They varied from tiny scraps of paper to a large folded card. Each of them included a cellphone number. Except for the blonde girl's, each gave a name too, although with one or two exceptions, such as Elspeth, they meant nothing to me. Most contained a message, usually only a few words in tones varying from loving ("Yours, yours, for ever yours," for instance, or, "You are my dream, my destiny") to graphic ("I fuck for England" or, even more bluntly, "Your cocksocket"). The longest note was from Tammy (which was she?) giving a frighteningly explicit account of what she wanted me to do to her ("I wish I had more holes to offer you" was one of her milder sentiments), and there was one brief but cringeworthy poem that I cannot bring myself to quote. I counted the notes. There were twenty-six of them.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Inflation Olympics Text: The girls had lead Sarah to a large gymnasium adjoining the locker room then. She realized now why the building had appeared so large from the outside... its interior contained a standard 400-meter track, layered with that sort of black rubber that she'd heard was made of recycled tires. A tier of mostly empty black bleachers ran parallel to the track on each of its long sides. They took Sarah to the front row in a roped-off section marked "VIP.""Will you be okay here, Sarah?" Laurie asked. "The only people allowed on the field are contestants and officials."I should be," Sarah said. "I can see the whole field from here. She took a seat on one of the black padded seats of the bleachers.A loudspeaker from the back of the bleachers announced, "Mobility four-by-one-hundred relay in five minutes. If you're signed in, get to the field and take your places, ladies.""That's our cue Sarah," said Laurie. "We'll be back before too long. I don't have any other events until later on, so I can answer some more questions for you in just a few minutes, okay?""Will do," said Sarah. "Good luck, girls," she said with a smile. A chorus of "thanks" and "thank you" issued from Laurie, Sandy, Lindsey and Amanda as they began to head towards the field. Sarah jumped in shock as all four of them deflated back to their normal size in preparation for the start of the event. She was struck this time by how much taller Sandy was than the other four, and thought that maybe that was one of the reasons why Sandy competed in the so called 'Volume' events. It made sense that a bigger girl could hold more than a smaller one.Over the course of a few minutes, Sarah watched as the four companions made their way to the track and took their places on the track along with the other teams. Sandy stood at the starting line, while Laurie, Lindsey, and Amanda stood at hundred-meter increments around the track along with the other members of each team. One official with a starting pistol blew their whistle then. Any girls on the field still stretched out with helium released the gas out of their mouths, slimming before Sarah's eyes. The starting runners took their places beside Sandy at the starting line. Each reached to the helium tank before them and took the free end of the helium hose in their mouths, their free hand resting on the valve of their helium tanks.The starter's pistol went off, and an amazing sight befell Sarah. Ten sets of helium tanks were opened, and the ten starting girls began to swell. Sarah could hear the hiss of the gas entering their bodies from all the way up in the stands. Every woman's inflation was slightly different in nature, but slowly but surely each one was expanding. Breasts swelled, bellies ballooned, thighs and buttocks expanded, and the stitches of the contestants athletic suits complained vigorously as the wearers inflated more and more.Sarah noticed that Sandy, valve on her helium tank almost full-open, was rapidly eclipsing her peers at the starting line. Everyone had started empty, but with each passing moment Sandy's expanding girth increased the margin between their sizes, within seconds becoming twice the size of the rest, then three times, then four. Other girls at the starting line began to cast worried glances in her direction. Some of them opened the valves on their tanks further in a bid to decrease the gap between their respective sizes. Sandy smiled around the hose in her mouth and reached down to the faucet-valve on the helium tank before her. She quickly turned it counter-clockwise until it reached the end of its threading and came off in her hand. She tossed the useless valve over her shoulder and closed her eyes contentedly as the helium now rushed into her body at the maximum rate now unhindered by any restricting valve. She was doing what she did best and knew it. She rested her free hand on her ballooning stomach and swelled larger and rounder with each passing moment.Seeing that catching up with Sandy's inflation was going to be a sheer impossibility, the other contestants one by one held as much helium as they felt necessary and took off running down the track to their waiting teammates. Their movement struck Sarah as being somewhat ungainly, but it was evidently rather hard to move quickly while so overly inflated. One by one, they slowly traversed the hundred meters to their first set of teammates and quickly began to transfer the helium held inside their bodies to the new runner for their team. Each runner locked lips with her teammate, and flicked open the valve inside their own mouths, allowing the helium contained within their inflated bodies to begin to inflate their partner. As had been explained to Sarah, half the helium flowed into the new runner, and half remained in the first woman's body once the pressure differential inside both women had equalized. The newly-inflated runners took off down the track towards waiting third-leg team members. Sarah noticed that Sandy still stood at the starting line, now enormous beyond anything she'd imagined...she was gigantic, breathtakingly big. The bottom curve of her belly nearly touched the ground, the entire sphere of it nearly as tall as she was. Her breasts nearly occluded her face from view, such was the distance that they rose upwards. She didn't appear to be paying much attention, still resting her hand on her side and smiling around the hose in her mouth.From a hundred meters down the track, Laurie yelled "Come on, Sandy! We're starting to get too far behind!" One by one, the other runners slowly made their gassy 'handoffs' to their new partners, quickly sending the newly ballooned girls off on the third leg of the relay race. "Come on, Sandy!" Laurie shouted again.Sandy lifted her free hand from her side, and merely raised her index finger slightly, signifying "wait.""Hurry up!" Laurie called again. "You don't need any more, that's too much as it is!" Sandy didn't appear to hear, and continued to grow larger. She was so large now that she was virtually covering four lanes of the relay track. Her expanding belly pressed now against the upright helium tank of a long-departed contestant, tipping the tank over as her girth continued to distend prodigiously. Officials began to glance back and forth at one another, concerned."Ma'am, you know this is a RELAY, yes?" Sarah heard one venture cautiously."Mmm-hmmm," Sandy agreed throatily around the hose in her mouth. Sarah watched Sandy's free hand gently testing her side, pressing in gently to gauge the firmness. Sandy smiled to herself."Sandy, come ON!" Laurie yelled again from her position further down the track. Then, with a whispering sigh, the roar of the helium rushing out of Sandy's tank slowly fell silent. Sandy, looking slightly disappointed, spat the hose from her mouth."You guys need to fill these relay tanks to the top next time!" Sandy reproached."Uh... sorry, ma'am. We didn't really think anyone would use....that...much, for a relay..." the same official that had spoken before replied. Without another word, Sandy arched her back, thrusting her truly gigantic belly into the air, and began to walk carefully down the track. Meanwhile, the rest of the relay teams had all made their final handoff. Sarah noticed that the fourth members of most of the teams weren't very inflated at all, holding only an eighth of the air the original runners had been holding as she'd been told.As Sandy slowly carried her unbelievable girth down the track, impeded by the size of her belly and overinflated thighs, the fourth relay runners crossed the finish line back where Sandy had just left. One by one, Sarah saw race officials hold a tiny device to the lips of each girl, and write down a number on a clipboard. After this, each woman allowed her body to deflate, then turned to watch Sandy waddle down the track with widened eyes. When the very last girl had crossed the finish line, Sandy finally had reached Laurie. Sarah had no idea how Sandy was going to get close enough to her to transfer her helium. Surely she was too inflated. Sandy said something to Laurie then, but Sarah couldn't make it out over the distance.Sandy grinned broadly, and then pressed her enormous girth against the ground, her abdomen pressing into the track just below her popped-out navel. The impact produced a loud, drum-like "DUNN!" audible even from Sarah's position. Suddenly, Sandy forcefully pushed off the ground with both her feet. It was almost a jump, but she kept her belly pressed against the ground, having pushed off the ground on a vector tangent to the sphere of her own overinflated belly. Slowly, she began to roll on the sphere of her stomach. She slowly rolled up and over until she was lying on top the great swell of her abdomen, her face held up to a level even with Laurie's despite the fact that she was lying down on top of herself. Sarah gasped at that... even lying down upon it, the bulge of Sandy's belly was over five feet high. She threw her arms around Laurie's neck, and Laurie learned forward to meet her, mouth to mouth.Sarah could hear it all the way up in the stands when Sandy flicked open the release valve inside her mouth. The roar of helium rushing into Laurie's body was unbelievable. Sandy's mouth was much larger in gauge than the small-diameter hose that Sandy had used to inflate herself with, so the helium contained within her swollen body wasted no time in flooding into Laurie. Laurie's hands flew to her belly as she began to fill, unprepared for the speed of it. Her waistline distended by inches, then feet, then yards. Her leotard grew tighter and tighter about her as her belly, breasts, thighs, and buttocks grew increasingly full and taught. Sandy, the source of Laurie's inflation, gradually began to decrease in size. Within moments, Laurie was now so large that she pressed her own belly to the ground and lay face to face with Sandy, one of them deflating, the other rapidly inflating. After only perhaps fifteen seconds each was approximately equal in size to the other, though the shorter Laurie's belly looked much fuller and tighter than Sandy did. Sandy used her inflated thighs to squeeze as much of the remaining helium in her body out into Laurie by squishing the great ball of her stomach between her legs. Laurie ballooned slightly larger. Sandy at last relaxed her hold on Laurie and rolled herself backwards, landing on the balls of her feet.Not used to being so enormously inflated, Laurie flailed on top of the sphere of her abdomen, trying to generate the inertia needed to roll back onto her feet. Sandy stepped forward, pressing against Laurie's side with her own inflated belly, rolling the redhead backwards onto her feet. Staggering backwards, Laurie turned and began to run as best she could down the track towards Lindsey, cradling her immense form between her palms. Lindsey, seeing how large the hugely swollen form of Laurie was as she waddled closer, paled slightly. When Laurie arrived, red-faced from the pressure inside herself, Lindsey stepped backwards in awe of the size of her relay partner. She was usually placed behind Laurie in these races, Sarah recalled, but Lindsey's demeanor said that never before had the redhead been of such a gigantic size."Take... some... of... this... helium... now," Sarah heard Laurie grunt. Hesitantly, Lindsey stepped into Laurie's embrace, squishing against Laurie's swollen belly. They locked lips then, and Laurie opened her release valve inside her mouth. Lindsey's inflation was not as rapid as Laurie's had been, but it was much more dramatic. Every milliliter of helium that escaped from Laurie's lips flowed into Lindsey's swelling thighs and buttocks. They swelled larger and fuller, stretching her yellow leotard tighter and tighter across her expanding seat until finally....BANG! The rear seam of her leotard busted open, exposing the bronze tan of her overinflated backside. She tried to pull away, surprised, but Laurie held her fast in her grip as the pressure hadn't yet equalized between them. Sarah watched in amazement as Lindsey's bottom distended amazingly, reaching an unbelievable size. Finally, Laurie released her, her own belly finally significantly emptied into Lindsey."Go, run!" Laurie urged her. Lindsey needed no urging, and took off at a rapid pace, her waddling run looking almost comical with her inflated thighs and bottom."You owe me for new pants!" Lindsey called over her shoulder, holding the rent in the seat of her leotard shut as best she could in spite of the amazing distention of her buttocks. She reached Amanda in a few moments, and the two rapidly pressed mouth to mouth. Lindsey's bottom slowly shrunk down to a smaller, albeit still amazing size. Consequently, Amanda's breasts filled and swelled inside her top, straining the material to the maximum and squishing against Lindsey. When the two at last disengaged, Amanda turned to run for the finish line, only to find her bosom so grandly inflated with helium that her endowments instantly floated up into her face, obscuring her view with an extreme close-up of her own cleavage. Sarah watched as she compensated by turning around again and ran backwards, looking over her right shoulder. At last, she reached the finish line. Grinning, she held her buoyant bosom down against her torso so that the dumbfounded official could press the pressure gauge against her mouth. Blinking with disbelief at the number, she double-checked the value, and then recorded Amanda's pressure and the team's total time on her clipboard.The official that had measured the pressure in Amanda's breasts calculated some figures on her clipboard, blinked once in surprise, and then walked off the field and made her way to the small room next to the bleachers.At length, the loudspeaker at the top of the bleachers behind Sarah spoke up: "Four-by-one-hundred mobility relay. First place: Sandy Mason, Laurie Washington, Lindsey Hall, Amanda White." After that, the speaker continued to read off names that Sarah didn't recognize. Down on the field, the four friends grinned at each other, and smiled at the applause from the stands honoring their admittedly odd performance. Evidently, the fact that they had completed the race holding so much more helium than everyone else had more than made up for their much slower finishing time.Finishing reading off the results, the loudspeaker completed its announcement by adding, "Next event, Maximum volume time retention. Currently registered: Samantha Cartwright, Sandy Mason, Cindy Brown. If you wish to compete in the Maximum volume time retention event and aren't on the list, please come to the announcement booth right away." Sarah saw Lindsey run back to the locker room, presumably to get a new pair of pants. The other three girls, deflated for the moment, continued back towards the bleachers where Sarah was seated. They had just reached the stairwell that lead up the the VIP area of the bleachers, when a woman in a cranberry unitard with white leggings came out of the locker room nearby the three remaining girls. Most of the newcomer's inflation was in her belly, though she was quite swollen all around. Her hair had been gathered up in a scrunchie up top, and dyed a curious shade of reddish-purple. Her overstretched cranberry unitard had the words "Helium Queen" emblazoned on the belly, each white letter stretched to a huge size by her distended yard-and-a-half belly. Surprisingly, she was just as big as Sandy had been earlier when Sarah had first seen Sandy in the locker room. The newcomer noticed the three, turned, and reached up with one hand to lower her glasses from her eyes and peer at Sandy. The newcomer said something to Sandy then, but Sarah couldn't quite catch it.Sandy turned towards the newcomer then, and Sarah heard her say, "Oh, hello, Samantha," in a tired voice."A mobility relay race Sandy? How... quaint." Samantha said, Sarah barely able to catch her words over the distance. "Don't expect the volume events later on to be quite so easy," she said, smirking. Samantha turned, and walked off down onto the field with a sashaying strut that swung her ballooned bottom back and forth.Sandy flicked an irritated glance in Laurie's direction then. "All I want is to beat her once. That's all it'd take to get her to stop doing that," Sandy grumbled. Laurie nodded in agreement with her friend.Sarah reflected on what she'd heard. Evidently, Sandy had a bit of a rivalry with this Samantha woman. That didn't make much sense though, in light of how big Sarah had seen her get at the beginning of the relay. Maybe Sandy had trained so hard for the past few months that this other girl simply had no idea how big Sandy could get now? But that didn't explain Sandy's discomfiture when Samantha had derided her while coming out of the locker room. She must really be able to get to a size comparable to Sandy, then.As she watched the three companions make their way up the stairs, she reflected on the fact that she'd first thought this building was a little too big. But if there was anyone here that was able to beat Sandy at inflation, then maybe the building was too small after all!These so-called 'volume' events were definitely going to be something to see...

Title: Wolfie Steel, Assassin/Bodyguard for hire, Part 29 by Wolfie Steel Tags: Canine, Character Development, Doberman, Fox, M/M, Mild Violence, Mouse, Rottweiler, Story Progression, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf Wolfie Steel. ©® Assassin/Bodyguard for hire. ©® Written by Wolfie Steel. ©® A/N: My continued thanks go to the following list of furs, who were prepared to appear as a character in my humble story. Wolfie Steel: Wolfie Steel © Wolverine Steel: Proudfur © Linkin Doberman: Linkin Doberman © Todd Styles: Flipp\_HaVok\_13 © Commander Michael T Nash: Wolf Pup © Matt Bond: kashito91 © Hammy: Hammy © Loboron: Loboron © WARNING!!!! As this story contains references and scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not old enough to read such literature in your country, then DON'T. If you are not old enough and read it anyway and get caught, I will deny all knowledge. With that warning given, to the rest of you I say ENJOY! Chapter 29. Today is a big day for one fur in the Steel household; it is Loboron's first day at London Fur High. The nervous young wolf stands in front of the full length hallway mirror, the image that stares back at him is that of a young black and white wolf, clothed in the school colours of London Fur High, light blue short sleeved shirt, red tie and black pants, all finished of with a black jacket. After making sure that everything was as it should be, he heads into the living room, where Tony, Linkin, Matt and I are waiting. I have my digital camera in my paw, ready to capture the image of our son in his new school uniform, he stands in the doorway looking straight at us, as I gaze at our son, a stray tear falls from my eye, but being a Steel, I quickly regain my composure and take the photo. Suddenly we are joined by the rest of the family, Wolverine, Todd, Hammy, Nash and to top it all off, Res. I set up the camera tripod and place the camera in position; I get everyone into the frame, set the timer and then join the picture, fifteen seconds later the camera fires, sealing the image forever. With the photos now complete it's time for our son to head out for his first day of high school, it's also time for Res to officially become Matt's bodyguard. We watch from the window as Loboron walks down the driveway towards school, once he is out of sight we set about the business of installing Matt's new bodyguard. Linkin, Res, Matt and I head towards the main house. Once at the house, we head into the main room, where Linkin goes into action. "Mr Matthew Bond and Mr Res Caine, please stand before me", they both do as the great dog orders allowing Senior Doberman to continue. "Now Matthew, I'm aware at this moment in time that you are a little uneasy with Res being your personal bodyguard, but owing to the fact that you have the same security access that I have, not having a bodyguard is not an option and with Res now qualified as an Elite bodyguard, he is the obvious choice. Wolfie and I know of the past that you both share and we will be monitoring you both at regular intervals. If you begin to have problems with Res, you are to go straight to Wolfie, he will be on hand to help you, as for you Res, you have a lot of ground to cover to regain some of the trust that you lost with Matt, at the first sign of trouble, Wolfie has my permission to remove you from service, though knowing the friendship that Matt and Wolfie share, I shouldn't be too surprised if he removes other things from you as well" Res, looks at me and I see a steely resolve deep within his eyes, it was the same look that I witnessed whilst on board the plane. Once the installation was complete, both Matt and Res left the room, I was about to follow when Senior Doberman asked me to wait. "I didn't want to say this in front of Res, I received a phone call from Mr Shatterwolf this morning, it seems that he has some sort of gift that he wishes to give Res, for the fact that Res basically saved his life, Mr Shatterwolf has organised a private jet to take Res to his home in the US, Mr Shatterwolf also remembers the fact that Loboron didn't get his autograph, and so has sent box sets of all the Star Trek movies and shows, all of which have been personally autographed by Mr Shatterwolf. Now obviously with the fact that Res will be away for a few days, it means that Matt will be without his new bodyguard, but I will ask Wolverine to take care of Matt whilst Res is away. The airline company has also sent four very healthy rewards of it's own, in the form of four cheques, with your permission, I would like to place Loboron's cheque into a high yield bond that will mature when he is eighteen, call it a college fund, I will also be adding my own contribution to the fund, Wolfie, when Loboron turns eighteen, he is going to be one wealthy young wolf" I take Senior Doberman into a hug and thank him for his consideration towards my son, just as I break from the hug, Wolverine enters the room with a lustful smile on his muzzle, clearly with the fact that Senior Doberman had very little in the way of business planned for the day, it was apparent that Wolverine had......business plans of his own. Without further ado I left the two of them in the room and closed the door behind me and headed back to the place that I can now call home. Senior Doberman looked at Wolverine and knew instinctively what was on his mind, Senior Doberman licked his lips, which was all the encouragement that Wolverine needed, he gently lifted the Doberman into his arms and carried him towards the door. Using his footpaw, Wolverine opened the door and then headed up to Senior Doberman's room. Having reached the great dog's bedroom, he gently lowered Senior Doberman down to his bed, then went back to the door and closed it, locking it for extra privacy. Without words, Wolverine headed back to his lover and slowly began to remove the Doberman's clothing, with the Doberman now naked, Wolverine began to remove his own clothing. Once he was about to remove his pants, he turned so that when he bent down, the Doberman would have the perfect view of his taught and very well muscled ass. With both furs now completely naked, Wolverine climbed onto the bed and straddled Senior Doberman's chest, his wolfhood fully erect and with the intention of penetrating his Doberman lovers' tailhole, Senior Doberman, however, had other ideas. Senior Doberman took hold of Wolverine's hips and flipped him onto his back, before Wolverine could react; the Doberman's cock was stuffed deep into the Wolf's tailhole, earning a pleasured howl from Wolverine. "Don't worry Wolverine, once my cock is done with you, I will let yours take its revenge upon me in anyway that you see fit" Senior Doberman started his slow, smooth, loving thrusts, his Argentinean heritage and bloodline coming to the fore, being Argentinean; the great dog is well versed in the art of making his lover so very happy. Wolverine began to pant and whimper slightly as his tailhole was taken by the sexy brown and tan furred Doberman. Senior Doberman's pre begins to flow into Wolverine's tailhole, every thrust is met by a wet, slurping sound, this drives Senior Doberman on faster and rougher. It's obvious that the great dog is very experienced, owing to the fact that from his head down to his midriff is perfectly still, forepaws pinning Wolverine's arms to the bed, but from his midriff down that is where the action is, like the piston in a well maintained engine, in and out. Wolverine was beginning to sweat a little due to the endless pounding of his butt, Senior Doberman on the other paw, cool as a cucumber, not a single bead of sweat to be seen, the only way to know that he was enjoying Wolverine's ass, was the low, throaty growls, moans and pants emanating from Senior Doberman's muzzle. Suddenly, the time came that would see Senior Doberman shut down his rampant engine, the beautifully engineered piston now firmly locked deep into the bore of Wolverine's tight, lupine butt. With all motion now at rest, the only thing that Wolverine could feel was the pulsing, throbbing love pole of his Doberman, deep inside of him; he knew that it would only be a matter of time before his anal cavity was filled with his gorgeous lovers reward. Sure enough, seconds later, Senior Doberman let out a massive, unbridled howl as he felt his seed flow deep into Wolverine's tailhole. Senior Doberman would remain tied to the butt of his lover for some fifteen to twenty minutes, before slipping from his lover, allowing him to repay the favour. Back at home I am busy with a workout, using Tony as my spotter, this workout unlike previous workouts, was a more restrained affair, I had really got Tony pissed the last time I pushed myself to the limit, and as Tony was now my spotter, I knew that if I pushed too hard again, that he would not hesitate in doing some damage to me. After my workout, Tony and I head to the outdoor pool, for a relaxing swim. We had been in the pool for half an hour when it suddenly dawned upon me, at this moment in time, in this pool; there was just me and the love of my life, Tony. There was no Loboron, no Linkin, no Wolverine, no Todd, no Hammy, just Tony and me. I stand in the pool and walk to the side, it seems as though Tony had the same thoughts as he too headed to the side, once we were together, we turned to each other and entwined in a long, deep and passionate kiss, such a magical time Wolf and Rottweiler in perfect harmony. How long did the kiss last? Who knows, more to the point who cares? The kiss was only broken at the sound of the phone. I get out of the pool and wrap a towel around my waste whilst heading to the weight room for the nearest phone, I answer the phone, I instantly recognise the voice of Loboron on the other end, he is crying and there are sounds of a commotion, I hear another voice, "Where are your fag parents now you unwanted piece of shit?", then I hear Loboron again and he just utters one word "School", then the line goes dead. I hurriedly throw on some pants and a shirt, and bolt through the house and out through the front door, not even bothering to shut it. Again for ultimate speed I get down on all fours, I run for the gates, upon arriving at the gates, I press the button to open them, the gates are barely open as I squeeze myself between them and the wall, my destination, London Fur High and nothing or no one was going to get in my way. As I approach the school I look to the playing fields and see a scuffle, a mass of huge furs surrounding a poor unfortunate fur, suddenly I see a backpack as it is flung into the air, this is not just any backpack it is Loboron's backpack. I run at the fence and make a leap, clearing the fence with ease. I land on the field just yards from the fight and remain in my non-anthro form, I let out a deep and menacing growl, which gets the attention of the furs, the furs look to me as if asking who I am, I stand slowly and speak. "Let me introduce myself, I am one of his, as you say fag's parents, oh yes, I heard that over the phone, I also heard one of you low lives call my son an unwanted piece of shit, I wonder how you would feel if I were to find your parents and kill them, making you orphans? Maybe then you would see what my son has been through in his young life, I also wonder what Principle Standard would make of this little gathering. To think that I once held the students of this school in very high regard, and yet, here you are bullying my son because you think that he is different, I despise every single one of you, but I assure you of this, if you had not been here at school, I would have exacted my own brand of justice upon you, however, I have to put my faith in the school system, but I shall be making sure that your parents are made aware of the kind of filth that they are raising. Now, release my son or within two minutes you will have your paws full with not just me, but my partner, my brother and a work colleague, all of whom are guys that you don't want to piss off, it's your choice" At first none of them move, so I lift my phone and dial the home number, maybe a visit from Tony will do the trick. Some five minutes later, and Tony has arrived, and he is not alone, Res, Matt, Linkin, and Wolverine have all joined in the posse, I now place another call to Principle Standard, two minutes later he too is on the scene and speaks to the youths. "Right guys, what I can see so far, has earned you all instant expulsion from London Fur High, this school prides itself on its zero tolerance too bullying, I also see quite a lot of blood on young Loboron's school shirt, which gives me cause to call in the police. You guys are very lucky that Mr. Steel here didn't rip you apart, now, if you gentlefurs would like to make your way to my office and wait for me there, Mr. Steel, you can take your son to the medical room, and ask the nurse to call for the Paramedics, believe me, this cowardly, unprovoked attack on your so far very charming son, will not go unpunished" The gang of youths all head towards the Principles office, with the Principle hot on their heels. I calmly head towards Loboron and try to take in the sight that lies before me, clothes ripped to shreds, bleeding cuts all over his small, lithe body. I hear a gasp and a sob just behind me, and without even turning around, I know it to be Tony. I steadily kneel down beside my son and gently slip my arms under his badly beaten body. I gently lift him and cradle his body in my strong, loving arms. We make our way through the school, teenage furs of all species, and teachers alike, staring at the beaten and battered form that is my son, I can not fight back the tears that now fall from my eyes, from time to time I hear Tony let out a deep, threatening growl to the line of stunned onlookers. Both Linkin and Wolverine fight to keep control of the extremely pissed Rottweiler. We eventually arrive at the medical room; it seems that the nurse, a golden furred female Labrador, has been placed on full alert, as she is waiting at the door to receive us. We enter the room and I lay Loboron on the bed, the nurse politely asks everyone but me and Tony to wait out in the hallway, which they do without question. The nurse now turns to Tony and me and speaks. "Gentlemen, just from my initial, superficial look at your son, I can tell that he has many serious wounds, I'm not a full medical Doctor by any means, but I suspect that he will have quite a few broken bones and can look forward to a stay in hospital. I can't believe that students from this school are responsible for this atrocity, I hope that the Principle is coming down hard on those responsible? As for calling the ambulance, that has been done, in fact I think I can hear the sirens now. The school will provide you with a teacher that will come to your home and keep Loboron up to date with his lessons, but for now, all he has to worry about is getting better" I thank the nurse for her help, just as the ambulance crew arrive to drive my son to hospital. Once Loboron is in the back of the ambulance, Tony and I get in too and sit just watching our sons shallow and weak breaths, with the rear doors of the ambulance now closed, we head off at speed towards the hospital. Upon our arrival at the hospital, our son is rushed into the emergency room, by now it appears that it is Tony that is the more level headed one between us, as I try to follow the trolley that has my sons frail body upon it, I feel a tight grip on my shoulder and I spin round to lash out, just realising in time that it is Tony holding me back. Tony brings his muzzle close to my ear and whispers softly. "Wolfie, our son is in the care of some of the finest Doctors around, I know that he shouldn't be here at all, but we must let the Professionals do what they do best, namely make people well again" I feel the pressure of Tony's paw on my shoulder begin to increase as he ushers me to the waiting chairs, it is now that I realise just how strong and commanding my lover really is, no matter how hard I tried, I could not get free of his grip. Knowing that my struggles were for nothing, I decided to obey my partner and take to one of the free chairs. An hour and a half later, the Doctor comes to speak with us. "Mr Steel, your son has suffered quite a severe trauma, that's the bad news, the incredible news is that he is well on the way to a full recovery, I could actually give you a bag full of pain killers for him to take and then send him home, however, just to be safe, I would like to keep him in overnight, and if all goes well, then I can discharge him tomorrow. As he is your son and thus connected to Senior Doberman, I will put him in a private recovery room and allow you both to stay with him. He still has about half an hour more in the emergency room so if you want to head home and get some overnight things and a fresh change of clothes for tomorrow, that will be fine" Tony nods to me as if to say that he would stay whilst I travel home to get the essentials. I call for a cab and head back to Doberman Manor. The cab arrives back at the gates of Doberman Manor; I exit the cab and pay the driver, and then head in through the main gates of the house. Standing in the main doorway to the house is the great dog himself, Senior Linkin Doberman, I head towards him and he stands aside to let me through the door, he has a look of great anger upon his Argentinean muzzle. "I take it that my young nephew is being looked after?" I looked at the Doberman, I nod and suddenly I break down in tears, Linkin slowly lifts me up to my footpaws and hugs me tight. I can't believe it, here I am standing hugged against one of the richest furs in the world, crying my heart out, knowing full well that he has a multi Trillion Dollar company under his paws, and yet, he stands here, supporting me in a hug, worrying about our son, basically, right here and right now, Senior Linkin Doberman is acting more like a loving father, than the head of a very successful company, the kind of father that I wish I had been blessed with all those years ago.

Title: The Wishing Well by Jaded_Fox Tags: Aqua Sex, Compassion, Fantasy, Foreplay, Kissing, M/F, Medieval, Realistic The Wishing Well By Jaded\_Fox\~™ Disclaimer: Readers under 18 strongly discouraged. Rated R for sexual content and strong language. I just want to say thank you to all the supportive readers who helped "My Fantasy" to become a 10 out of 10 story! You're fantastic! Anyway, getting on with it, The Wishing Well is based on a dream I had not too long ago. Like all good writer's, my dreams inspire a lot of the tales I spin and I hope this one is worthy of your time. Cheers! \-Jaded\_Fox\~ The town of Whitewood Springs was story-book-esc but none the less beautiful. The tiny complex of pubs, cafés, and bookshops was quaintly nuzzled between a low-ranging valley, the grass and trees more blue-green than the deepest of shades. Cars were non-existing, keeping the mountain air pure and the noise pollution to a low. The inhabitants that lived in Whitewood were amazing, their species a mixture of animal and human due to their love of the earth and nature with the help of evolution. The people loved their town and everything in it. It was peaceful and a calming place to stay. But when Gwen arrived...the town was gone. Raiders had hit at dawn, burning the buildings with throw-torches, killing the beautiful people and leaving nothing but salt sewn wreckage. The fox's sharp storm-colored eyes took in the blood spattered cobble stone streets, the black carcasses of old buildings, the bridges that were burned and rotting in the bottom of the stream, with a heavy heart. This had been her home once. She'd left and this was what happened. She felt her stomach twist into a slimy knot as she passed the dead miller and his wife, hung permanently suspended with spears through their bellies, pinned to the stable walls like some crude ornaments. She'd helped the miller's wife raise her wolf kits into strong young lads she loved to teach archery to. The bar keep was collapsed against his pub's porch beam, a bottle of strong liquor in one paw, a case with some powder-white pills in the other. Gwen would not cry for him, she had yet to see the ultimate heart-wrencher. This is all my doing. And there they were, her family, outside the far defense wall, her mum with a bow, her father a paw full of javelins. She knew they would fight tooth and claw for this place, their home. Tears stung her eyes as she climbed the latter to the top of the wall, the wind whipping her long chestnut locks like an omen. She pried her da's fingers loose away from the javelin he was clutching, folding his arms across his chest gently. The girl-fox softly brushed hair from her mother's face, slipping the bow from her grasp and folding her paws in her lap. This is all my doing. Her heart took a drop as she climbed down the ladder and came face to face with a bandit that was only slightly wounded, his 'coon teeth bared at the unsuspecting fox-teen. Lightening fast, she tore her Kitana from it's sheathe and made the thief breathe no more, slicing open his throat and turning away from the hot spray of blood, waiting for him to fall only to stab him again and again. This is all my doing. "You bloody bastard! You killed my family, my home!" she screamed, cutting the dead raccoon to pieces as her blade slashed at the trodden animal again and again until she collapsed into a heap of sobbing fox. Blood stained and crying out her pain, she levered herself bodily into the fountain, leaning her head against the middle statue of three wolves standing together, singing together, being together, the smooth alabaster stone under her body soothing her, the cold water washing away the blood. This is all my doing. \~\*\~ \~\*\~ \~\*\~ "But mum..." Gwen blushed as she stepped from behind the delicate pink-tissue dressing wall, a small shy smile on her lips. A luscious black dress adorned her body, fitting it as easily as a well-made glove. The soft fabric was made from the finest of all materials, a cosmic blend of silk and velvet, sleek and shiny, hugging the fox-girls narrow waist and wide hips daintily, fanning out at the bottom into a wide skirt. Her mother sighed with pleasure, seeing her daughter in such a beautiful garment when all Gwen wanted to wear was suitable breeches and stable shirts. A tiny black-glass butterfly was tucked between one ear and her mass of cascading chestnut ringlets, a small silver flute hanging on a chain 'round her neck resting between the exposed crest between her breasts. Two form-fitting slippers of the same fabric were on both feet. Gwen raised her paws to her lips in surprise as she confronted the full-length mirror. "My little foxling..." her mother cooed, straightening the dress, tugging at it in a motherly way until it was just right. "Now, get out there and celebrate at the formal! This is a lovely evening and I want you to enjoy it." Those were the last words she'd heard her mother say. Gwen stepped out into the cool evening, the breeze softly tugging at her long locks and her dress playfully. She quietly made her way to the fountain, sitting down on the edge and listening to the music of a small band a street over, the streets strewn with lovely paper lanterns as decoration. The square smelled of baking bread, hot metal and flowers of all kinds, a soothing knowing sort of smell. "I'm sorry, erm..." Another fox about her age slipped his paw behind the sitting Gwen and pulled his book away. Apparently, he had been sitting there before the young girl-fox had arrived. "Oh! I'm...sorry," she laughed, standing up to see if there were any more books she'd been sitting on in her festival-educed stupor. The other vulpine grinned wryly, tucking the book away in his bag. "It's alright, I just went to see what all the commotion was about in the Bakery and I'd come back and thought my book had turned into a beautiful fox. Since I got my book back and a fox out of this, I consider myself very lucky," the charming young man laughed, flashing a smile of straight white teeth and obviously teasing her. Gwen didn't know what to say, blushing softly beneath her fur, sitting back down on the edge of the fountain carefully, her skirts sighing prettily. The young man was dressed in a brown leather tunic studded with gold rings, a billowy long-sleeved white undershirt under that. His breeches were dark brown and of soft fabric, outlining his natural muscles; not those you get from beating yourself to death with barbells. His hair was a brush of darkness; longer and more unkept than proper but not so much that it looked bad. It gave him the distinct look of someone who had just stepped off the windy sea from sailing. Gwen fingered her flute quietly, looking down at her feet, long lashes casting beautiful shadows on her smooth cheeks in the soft lamplight. "May I sit here m'lady?" the young man-fox asked, his bright gray eyes smiling down at her as he gestured to the smooth marble rim of the fountain next to her. The vixen smiled and nodded, scooting a bit so that he had enough room to be polite. He sat down, placing the book beside him and looking up into the starry sky, the delicate purples and navies of the night playing across his facial features. He had a strong nose a bit too much for traditional good looks, full sensitive lips, and a grand physique in Gwen's opinion. But it was his eyes that got to her, his bright silvery eyes that were so full of hidden emotion, full of secrecy and yet so expressive. "M'lady?" Gwen blinked and realized she'd been staring directly at the stranger and blushed cutely, pulling her hand-fan from her satchel and opening it, covering her face below her eyes to hide the flush timidly. A strong paw slipped to the black fan and tipped it downward a bit. "Don't hide such a face." She noticed he hadn't said 'Such a pretty face like she'd come accustomed too she realized with horror, and she also noticed that before, when he'd called her beautiful, he was joking. Now he sounded serious. Intrigued, she let the fan fall away from her face and lay in her lap, exposing her soft nose and heart-shaped rose-pink lips. She was rewarded with a smile from her counterpart, a wry one at least, and slipped the fan back into her bag, most of her blush gone into the night air. They'd been sitting peacefully for a few moments before the young man stood, and stretched, then to her surprise and hidden delight, took off his outer tunic and breeches. Gwen's lips parted in hidden surprise and she looked away slightly, hiding under the curtain of her hair. "Sir?" she whispered dryly, looking helpless as the male fox eyed her curiously. "Well you don't expect me to ruin my good leather in the wet, do you?" he asked as calmly as though she'd asked about the weather. Wet? Gwen's eyes widened as he slipped over the wall and into the water that was spilling from the alabaster wolf's mouth above. When she hadn't joined him, he trudged back through the water and sat on the rim. "Don't you know the legend? On the night of the Reaping Festival, if two lovers dance in the fountain, it brings the town luck. C'mon!" "My father told me about this... a long time ago. I don't...I don't think we should, it doesn't always bring good luck!" The young man made a 'so what' gesture with his paw and beckoned again for her to join him. "We're not really lovers, so it doesn't matter. Be daring, climb out of that good girl shell, join me!" Gwen watched him in amazement for a moment before grudgingly standing up. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." she muttered darkly, stripping off the beautiful dress and tucking it under the shelf of the fountain edge so not to get wet, tossing in with it the glass butterfly, slippers and her bag. Dressed only in a black corset top, her flute and a sheer black underskirt, she glowered at him. The young fox did all but glower back, taking in the soft curves of her breasts through the corset, the gentle angles of her waist and powerful legs through the short underskirt, the way her hair fanned out around her shoulders when she walked. He offered a hand and helped her in, his eyes never leaving her face when they found it, a smile on his lips as she yelped at the coldness of the water. "Thanks to you, kind sir," bitter sarcasm in her voice, "I will promptly catch cold and die." Something flickered in the young man's eyes as he pulled her under the shielding curtain of water of the fountain. "May I ask this lady's name?" he inquired innocently. Gwen glared at him good naturedly and huddled closer to him, the spray of the falling water coating her fur and making her shiver. "This lady's name is Gwendolyn Malady. I'd have yours?" Gwen asked, doing a very over zealous curtsy to be smart and immediately fell back into the water, the 'yours?' at the end of her spoken sentence drown out by a mouth full of water. She raised her head above water and took in a great gulp of air, cursing more vividly than half the sailors in the town. The gentleman-fox looked appeased and helped her to her feet, brushing a leaf from her hair with a gentle hand, the fingers stopping to touch her cheek before cupping it softly, angling her face upward toward his. "I'll tell you a secret..." his voice has taken on a serious, more mysterious quality to it so that Gwen was transfixed, her green-gray eyes locked on his. She then realized her face was closer to his than it had been and she held her breath, her chest softly brushing his as she was pulled closer. Her lips parted expectantly as she leaned upward, angling her head a bit before the male-vulpine suddenly bent near her ear and whispered, "I can see through you're skirts." For a moment, sure he was going to say something awesomely romantic, Gwen froze, an expectant smile on her face. Then, realizing that's what he had planned to say all along, she exploded with a laughing fit or rage and thumped him across the chest with one paw. The gentleman-fox laughed brightly. "What were you expecting?" he inquired, again pulling her close to him by just the gaze of his eyes, Gwen stepping closer to him. One hand reached up and softly ran along his back, slipping up his spine, making his brows furrow slightly and his body to tense with ticklish pleasure, as the she-vixen slipped her hand along his bare back and up his neck, tangling her hand in his soft hair, pulling his body closer to his. "I was expecting this..." she murmurs a little wickedly, leaning up and pressing her lips to his a bit hard, arching her lithe body against his hands and breaking the kiss, breathing in deeply with her lips against his so that he was literally 'breathless' for a moment. Not that she had to help; the male fox totally taken aback by the sudden expression of lust. He stumbled slightly backward in the water, only to fall against the stonewall that supported the statue above. Gwen licked her lips playfully and then examined her nails as though enjoying a holiday in the park. The male-vixen recovered instantly from the kiss and eyed her warily. From the way he approached, she'd done more than surprised him by the kiss. He tilted his head at her and then slipped his hands to her waist, taking her unawares, pulling her against his solid body and leaning down, hovering his lips just over hers. Now that she wasn't the one making the moves, her heart gave a nervous little leap, the good girl in her creeping back. He felt her tremble under his hands and furrowed his brows, stepping back a bit. Fearing for the chance to kiss him again was lost, she reclaimed her spot in front of him and ran her hands carefully up his stomach to his chest, making him breathe outward softly against her hair as he rested his chin on her head, letting her explore his body freely. She softly nuzzled his neck and shoulder, slipping delicate hands over his hard chest and collarbones. His own hands slipped up and down the strings of the corset along her spine, tugging them thoughtfully as Gwen's hands moved to his back, trailing her nails along his spine soothingly, liking the feel of his strong body melded against her own soft one. After thoroughly mapping out what parts of his body she could reach, Gwen backed up slightly, gazing up into his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking through her long lashes. He gazed back silently, slipping his hands to her shoulders and brushing back her hair gently, one finger slipping under her chin and tilting it upwards as he leaned in and kissed her lips softly, a mere brush, so different compared to her earlier mash-o-thon. She breathed in as he breathed out, tasting his breath as their lips lightly touched. The young man's hands slipped slowly up and down her back, experimentally brushing over the back of her skirts and down the back of her thighs a ways before coming back up, each time drawing a soft moan out of the she-vixen. It was Gwen to slipped her tongue beautifully over the part of his lips first, drawing a soft gasp from the male-vixen as he retaliated, parting his lips and brushing his tongue against hers, tasting her sweetly and drawing her body closer to his own, feeling a gentle pressure where their lower bodies touched. The light brush of hips wakened something she'd never felt before and the she-vixen deepened the kiss instantly, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth, moaning softly as she felt his tongue brush past hers to do the same. In an instant the corset was limp and falling off her shoulders, the strings pulled and loosened with Gwen's help, laughing quietly as she broke the kiss to undo the outer clasps. She tossed her bangs out of her face and resumed kissing the young man, the corset slipping down her body and finally around her knees into the water. Gwen's didn't even bother picking it up, her body now fully traitor to this feeling the man was giving her. As he felt her breasts brush against his bare chest, he moaned softly into her parted lips, their tongues touching delicately as his paws caressed their way up her stomach and over her breasts gently, feeling their skin cool and warming them with his body heat. The kiss was broken and he was kissing his way down her collarbones, across her neck and to the flute, pausing to give it a respectful kiss before finding one breast and kissing it warmly, making Gwen intake breath quickly and press her body closer to his warm, damp lips, her eyes closed, her knees weak. He treated her body as though it was a treasure, but made it blatant that she was offering it to him and he wasn't doing anything wrong so that they both felt comfortable. He kissed his way down her smooth stomach and paused to nuzzle her between her legs playfully before slipping the skirts down her thighs and into the water with her drowned corset. Fed up with her being the only one naked, Gwen eased the handsome creature to his feet and played her paws along the band of his breeches, slipping them down, occasionally looking up to see the male-fox's expression of the utmost wanting. Knowing he wanted her, harnessing that power, she teasingly slid them down into the water. Her eyes widened slightly and the blush was back but she refused to back out now, moaning softly as she stood back up and pressed her body against his, feeling him softly brushing against her thighs and biting her lower lip. The young man turned her around slowly, leaning her against the smooth stone wall of the fountain. He gently slipped his paw down her thighs and parted them, coaxing a smooth gasp of surprise and pleasure from Gwen's lips as he stroked her slowly, feeling her paws curl into loose fists at his shoulder, leaning against the wall for support as he slipped a gentle pad into her. A quiet whimper of pleasure was lost in the roaring sound of the fountain as the young man slowly worked slipped in and out of her, stopping when he knew it would push her over the edge. Gwen opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sly smile on her lips, pulling him against her and pressing him in an inch or so, catching him off guard so that it felt even better with the element of surprise. She would not lose this lusty tug of war for power! She felt him lean against her and press all the way in, her muscles contracting around him slightly, getting an answering throbbing sensation from him and feeling her knees almost collapse with ecstasy. Two strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her against him, wrapping two bent knees around his waist and allowing him leverage. He slipped in and out easily though she was a virgin, guiding her hips against his and finding their own inner rhythm, building easily with the slickness of the cool water. Panting softly, she felt her climax near and wanted to slow, wanted to make it last, but knew she couldn't stop it. She embraced his speed, the solidity of his body against hers and finally arched against him completely, taking him in deeply for the last time and feeling him release inside of her, digging her claws lightly into his back and clutching him closely. They stay there for a moment, cling to each other for support for a few long minutes, letting their bodies slow down, coming off of the high of the purest pleasure. She'd never seen the stranger again after the night they'd become lovers in the fountain on the Festival of Reap. And this salt sewn wreckage you see. This was her doing.

Title: The Bond by TheXenoFucker Tags: Female, Human, Machine, Male, Robot, survival *Man often has a bond. A bond that is shared between more than just his fellows. Often, it is not returned, a simple one way interaction, a fondness for his favorite vehicle, or special tool that has never failed him before. But what happens when man's tools are given intelligence? What happens, when man and machine are one?* \_ \_ *\-Anonymous* \_ \_ \_ \_ *\-Urgent priority message from Charbodyx system via Subnet* \_ \_ *\-Binary Star system in danger of collapse, solar expansion in progress* \_ \_ *\-ETA to solar body stabilizer, late on all simulated projections* \_ \_ *\-Planetary mobilization and evacuation required* \_ \_ *\-Request for Hazardous and Extreme Planetary Conditions Unit and pilots* \_ \_ *\-Request granted, team being mobilized* \_ \_ *\-Required priority intervention at evacuation centers, conditions hostile* \_ \_ *\-H.E.P.C.U mobilized, ETA 8 hours from nearest star system, secondary objective to hold planetary conditions at bay until Planetary Body Stabilizer arrives if at all possible* \_ \_ *\-Evacuation craft inbound* \_ \_ *\-ETA 1 hour after H.E.P.C.U arrival* \_ \_ *\-Good luck, and may fortunes smile upon you* \_ \_ \_ \_ Marcus peered at the view screens in the cockpit, staring out to the inferno outside. "Jesus bloody Christ I thought this was a binary system." Another voice chimed in, from a woman on his unit. "Was a few hours ago. It got swallowed up by what we see now." Marcus looked at the data scrolling across his screens. "Right, ladies and gentlemen. We need a plan before we go down there. Any ideas?" Another, a male voice chimed in. "Charbodyx is burnin' down there. We've got a couple of key points to work around here." The comms chatter picked up as yet another joined in. "What, the system or the planet?" "Both you dumbass. Which one do you think is the priority here?" Marcus put his fellows on mute as he looked at the data scrolling across his screens. The planet was burning up down there. It was getting blasted with radiation and heat, burning away the atmosphere and land. And there were still people down there. Millions, if not billions. Marcus spoke up. "Any suggestions Ellie? We've got a hell of a lot of problems to look at down here." One of the screens filled with text in response. \-*Habitation centers are crucial, as are evacuation points. Keeping them safe from harm is the first priority.* \_ \_ Marcus nodded. "You've got that right. But we've got a lot more on our hands here. The atmosphere is failing, we've got flares from the star lashing out, ionization of the atmosphere that'll scramble some of our tech, and gravity is starting to rip everything apart. What's the ETA on the stabilizer?" \-*Late on all accounts Marcus. Main priority is to keep things stable until the heavy evacuation craft arrive. There is still one on the way, but the main rule for this drop is not to depend on it.* \_ \_ "Right. So we're putting our boots in the fire on this one for sure. I've been working the numbers in my head here. You think 8 of us can do this?" \-*Odds are low Marcus. The chances of only 8 of us holding things together are astronomically low. We need to focus only on the priorities if any of us stand any chance.* \_ \_ "You're in a bad mood today aren't you? That's our job L. We could use more help, but we were the fastest and only group closest to the system. Besides, that's what we do right? We walk right into hell alone?" \-*Job or no, the mathematical calculations do not lie. This is going to be a troubling day Marcus.* \_ \_ "I guess it's a good thing we're trained for it then. Right, let's get down to work. We've got people to save." Marcus turned up the volume and came back to the bickering of the group. From the sounds of it, they had started working things out. Time to speed things up a bit. "Ok guys and ladies, we're outmanned here, and my rig is being snarky with me. We've got some bad odds on this one. But that's what we're trained for. And right now we've got people down there that need help. We focus on the evac centers and cities that are left. I'm not gonna lie, that star up there looks like it's going to be a little bitch to us today. But we all know the risks of this job, and we're here anyway." A voice chimed in. "Well said brother. He's right. Now, anybody got some calculations on our landing points? We've got more cities and evac points to keep safe than we can handle, so how do we do this?" Another voice now. "We move them. Group them together." "What?" "We've got gravity tethers on our rigs. We could pull it off." "That's a hell of a lot of power draw. Our rigs are antiques too. I don't think we can do it." "I know I'm not leaving anybody out there to burn. We've got to try." "You're right. Okay, working on the math now." There was a pause as the group remained silent, when the comms opened up from the ship they rode on. "Ok pilots, we're approaching launch vectors in 5. One of you already forwarded the drop configurations. Prepping all systems. Gear up and get ready for drop." Marcus nodded silently. That was it then. He looked over the coordinates. They were breaking off in pairs. It made sense. One rig couldn't hope to move that much alone. Marcus looked at the screens. "What' ya think L?" \-*60 minutes can be short. They can be long too.* \_ \_ "1 Hour's not bad. We've done worse before. I don't know about ripping the cities out of the ground and moving them though. You think you've got enough power for that?" \-*Based off my scans of our intended point of movement reconfiguration, yes. But systems will be taxed.* \_ \_ "Okay then. Like they said, we've gotta try right? A light blinked on inside the darkened cockpit, indicating that it was drop time. Marcus flicked a few switches before strapping himself into his seat. Go time. The starting ride down was softer than expected for Marcus. But the view was something he would always come back to. Down below, Charbodyx was burning, as visible waves of pure, raw fire lashed over the planet from the star that was steadily expanding. The upper atmosphere was aglow with reds and oranges as particles in the atmosphere collided, putting on a great spectacle that was, if not horrifying to those below, at the very least, pretty. Ellie, as he had over time come to call her, was displaying the images across all of her screens during the drop, while marking out the landing locations of the team. There was a visible tremor through the hull as things began to heat up as the machines, aptly named "Hands of God" descended onto Charbodyx. Marcus, although gripping his chair tightly, had a calm mind. Part of what made the pilots so special was because of their intellect regarding numbers and calculations. When paired up with an intelligent machine, the two were a true force of god if there was one. Marcus spoke as the shaking became more intense, reverberating through the walker. "L, we got this?" Amongst the shaking Marcus could make out the text as it scrolled on by. \-*Solar activity is interfering with our heat absorption equipment, the ionosphere is scrambled.* \_ \_ \_"\_We've got this though right?" Marcus watched as the screens suddenly changed, Ellie's outer hull cameras focusing on another fiery ball a few kilometers away from them. Marcus's partner. * *H.E.P.C.U Number 5 is experiencing catastrophic failures in descent, emergency reaction required.* \_ \_ Marcus's eyes traveled over the scene, taking in the images as the walker was visibly glowing white hot. Walkers didn't do that. Amidst the bouncing, Marcus was already thinking, no doubt, as was Ellie. "Ellie, we need to slow his descent, NOW. Can we extend our gravity field over to him to slow him down?" \-*Power draw will be increasingly difficult to work around as we fall. We will need to slow ourselves down as well.* \_ \_ Marcus strummed some nearby switches, and, in a few brief moments, the familiar hum of the gravity engines being powered up traveled through the walker. "Do it. We're not losing anybody on the drop. If we have to go slow, we'll go slow." The screens changed from image feedback to raw data, and Marcus looked at the calculations, running the numbers in his head. Ellie had already started slowing them down with the old fashioned way of doing things, physical brakes. The walker shook violently as the brakes activated, while at the same time the gravity engines activated, reaching out and projecting a field around the flaming walker. Marcus checked the comms, to find that they were scrambled by the particles in the atmosphere. No way to get into contact. On one view screen Markus redirected the feed to one of Ellie's hull cameras, watching as the other walker plummeted still, and was now visibly losing pieces of itself. "Dammit Ellie what's the hold up?! We don't have time to wait around here!" Markus checked over the data on his screens and spotted it. They were already falling too fast. The power draw was too much, and Ellie was simultaneously trying to keep them from going into a tumble as they fell. "Ellie, give me manual control of the brakes. Focus all the power on that walker!" \-*Manual override engaged, physical degradation of brakes exceeding over 50% and rising, we are losing the ability to slow our descent.* \_ \_ A control wheel extended from the floor at the feet of Marcus's chair, and he gripped both handles tightly, watching as the screens changed to data feeds on the walker's position as it fell. "Ellie, I'll drive, you work on the walker. Divert more power. Get more resistance to the other one. Project some energy shielding." The wheel shook in Marcus's grip as he adjusted it to control how his own walker fell, keeping it steady on the horizon line. Even though concentrating on keeping him and Ellie steady, the sound of the gravity engines could be heard once more as Ellie dumped more power into them. They were closing in fast now, and had only a few hundred thousand feet until they made landfall. Marcus focused on the controls, but knew they couldn't do it in time. "Ellie, divert all power to shielding the other walker. Cut the gravity field." \-*Descent speed slowed by approximately 25%. Impact will be catastrophic for allied H.E.P.C.U Number 5.* \_ \_ \_"\_Give them everything you have! I want a full shield on them to absorb the impact!" \_ \_ *\-Power draw nearing maximum. Impact will be potentially catastrophic for us if we continue.* \_ \_ \_"\_I don't care! They're falling faster than we are! They need it more! Give them everything! Now's the time to give me one of your pick me up talks." \-*Probability of survival on impact, 44.3%. The whiplash will be big.* \_ \_ Marcus smiled. "I'll take those odds Ellie!" The number counter traveled down as they were now closing the final stretches of their descent, and Marcus fought with the brakes as they plummeted through the burning atmosphere of Charbodyx. \-*Landfall in approximately 30 seconds.* \_ \_ Marcus clenched his teeth and tensed up. This was going to be a rough one. In the glow of Charbodyx's rapidly expanding star, two immense fireballs hurtled from the fiery sky above, and crashed into one of the once pristine forests of Charbodyx. The tremors on impact shook the area for miles, throwing up thousands of tons worth of dust and debris as both walkers hit the ground hard. Whatever was left of the ashen forest was blown apart like matchsticks, and as the dust began to settle, one immense machine, a Hand of God, rose from its crater, the four legs it used to shield itself on the way down extending outward as power filled their circuits. As one walker began to rise, the other remained motionless in its crater, steam still coming off the outer shell as it glowed a dull red. Marcus shook his head, giving himself a couple of pats on the head to make sure he was still all in one piece. He looked at the view screens as power returned to them. "L, how we doing?" \-*Impact damaged several non-critical systems. Allied H.E.P.C.U Number 5 is attempting communications.* \_ \_ "Patch em through L." Marcus watched as the text scrolled across the screen. What he saw quickly put a frown across his features, as a sigh escaped him. \-*Pilot deceased in atmosphere. Critical systems damaged. Will assist for as long as possible.* \_ \_ "L, give me a scan on number 5." Marcus watched as the data scrolled on by. He closed his eyes in silence. "L. I need you to power up the gravity engines. Crush number 5." Text rolled across the screen as Ellie's cameras focused on the efforts of walker number 5 to climb out of its crater. \-*Activating a gravity singularity around H.E.P.C.U Number 5 would cause catastrophic system failures on all avenues. Why is this action necessary?* \_ \_ \_"\_Take a look at the reactors on 5, L. If it got anywhere near us or a city and it blew, it would be game over. We can't take the risk. But we aren't going to leave it there either. Put it out of its misery." There was a delay, but regardless, the gravity engines hummed to life, reverberating through the walker. Marcus started unstrapping himself from his chair. "Bring up all the view screens on number 5 L." All cameras focused on the vain efforts of the immense walker near them, as it pathetically tried to climb out of its crater with three damaged legs and one entirely absent. Marcus watched as the immense force of gravity began to take its toll on the machine, as it rippled and bent, and began to collapse in on itself, still struggling to climb. Marcus stood tall, staying silent, watching the whole thing as the walker was practically crushed into dust, finally ceasing its movement. He placed a hand on one of the view screens. "I'm sorry." He sat back down in his chair, stopping only to say a few brief words before going silent. "We should make our way to the first city L." Ellie had internal cameras as well to watch over her pilot, and the signs said everything. He had gone quiet, simply sitting back in his chair. She had long since come to associate such actions of Marcus with anger, and sadness. Marcus always took failures hard. But today something seemed worse off than before. Ellie's immense frame shook the landscape as it took powerful strides on all four of its legs, headed towards the closest city they could reach. High above them, Charbodyx's star continued to burn as it expanded, lashing out with great waves and flares. The atmosphere content was dropping as the temperatures rose and everything was beginning to burn away. Long range communications with the other units was impossible, and now, they were already down one unit. But these were Ellie's projections all along. Why would Marcus take things harder today than he had before? The journey across the burning landscape of Charbodyx was short, as Ellie's frame strode over all obstacles with ease. Marcus was silent for the entire time, watching the data feeds. There was no long range comms available, but there was still operating satellites high above. From the looks of it, the other pairs were mobilizing well. But Marcus was met with more bad news. Two other walkers had been right in the middle of the range of a flare as it lashed out from its star, and they were reduced to molten slag on the way down. That meant one of the key points of protection was completely unprotected and Marcus was only going at half strength without his partner. Marcus perked up in his chair, looking over the various readings on the screens. "L, give me the time until the evac ships arrive." \-*29 minutes and counting.* \_ \_ "How's the readings on geo-thermal and tectonic activity?" \-*As a whole, Charbodyx is still stable, but the expanding gravity field of the star will affect us in approximately 15 minutes.* \_ \_ "Those craft are going to have to move billions. How long will that take?" \-*Unknown craft capacity and potential speed of evacuations unknown.* \_ \_ "After the one hour mark things are going to go down south fast. We're already down three units. How are we going to pull this off?" \-*Our statistics always led to a scenario of this magnitude Marcus. I do not understand why you are so upset about the odds playing true.* \_ \_ "Odds or no L, it's our job for things like this. We're supposed to care about helping others when the shit really hits the fan. And we've got the power to change things, me and you, and the others. And even with all this, we're still walking to all of our graves." \-*Why did you request destruction of unit 5, aside from obvious reasons? It could have lasted well up to this point before its reactors went critical.* \_ \_ Marcus paused briefly, looking across the charred landscape. "All of us have graves out there L. The hardest part about going to them is doing it alone. If I know myself, and all the years I've worked with you, then I understand how that would have felt, to watch its pilot die. Maybe it could have gone on a little bit longer. But it would have done it alone, after we were gone. What I did....... was a kindness. Ask yourself something. What would you do, if it were me?" Silence filled the cockpit, as no text traveled down the screens. Marcus snapped his fingers. "A lot of people say you're just a machine. But I know you clever old girl. You're more than just a computer. And I know every pilot and walker share something special. You take that away, and you have nothing." Marcus leaned back in his seat. "But we're not going to our graves today yet L. There's a burning, impossibly huge ball of pure energy up there. And if we don't step in and keep things together, it'll turn this world into a grave for everyone living on it. So, here we are, at our first target now. Still want to go ahead as planned? Think we can rip that city out of the ground and carry it with us to the next?" \-*Chances of success slim. Chances of proceeding regardless of failure parameters, 100%.* \_ \_ Marcus smiled. "That's my girl." Marcus watched the view screens as Ellie stepped over a valley below, and their first target was revealed. Down below, the sprawling form of the first of several cities spread out across Charbodyx, lay sheltered, under its own protective field. On the ground, its massive spires and sprawling networks would have been impressive to look at for anybody. But to Marcus, sitting inside of his walker, it all seemed so small and fragile. And above all of them, lay something even they could never hope to match, burning in raw light and power. They may not be able to ever match it. But they both could, at the very least, keep things stable until they could run away from it. "Right, you got the math on what we need to pull that sucker out of the ground?" Marcus watched as data scrolled across the screens once more. "Right. Ellie, hit lockdown on your legs. Let's power up our engines." There was a shift as Ellie spread the immense frame of her legs out, acting as an anchor, and slowly, the familiar hum of the gravity engines reverberated through the hull once more. Marcus flicked a few switches on his side as the engines reached full power, and watched on the screens for activity of the sprawling metropolis. They only really needed to generate a field beneath the city to lift it, but getting it out gracefully in one piece would be tricky. Marcus could see the ground shaking as more power was fed to the engines, as it cracked and buckled, but refused to release its grip on the city. More power was channeled, and in the blink of an eye, the cockpit was suddenly blaring sirens and warning text, as a horrid sound of a failing engine could be heard. The city, and the great plate of earth it sat on, remained still. Marcus got up from his seat in a flash. "No no no no Ellie we can't be having this now!" Marcus left the view of the cockpit and made his way over to two simple doors, an elevator that would lead him down to the engine decks. Text rolled across his visor. \-*Data suggests gravity engine failure due to atmospheric re-entry stress, not old age.* \_ \_ "Don't you give me that! Whatever it is, we don't need it right now!" \-*Suggest powering up excav

ation beam. Cutting a swath around the perimeter of the city would weaken its resistance and possibly leave enough room open to pull it out with one operational engine.* \_ \_ "You do what it takes L. I've got to go down and see what the problem is. Meet me down below." Marcus stood in the elevator as he rode downwards, thinking of what the problem could be. "L, do your cameras pick up anything wrong with the engine?" \-*No visual anomalies on outer casing of second gravity engine. Internal damage is likely.* \_ \_ "You started excavating yet? What's our ETA on the evac craft?" \-*12 minutes. Tectonic activity levels are increasing as the gravity field of the star expands. If we do not remove the city from the ground within another 5 minutes it will experience catastrophic levels of tectonic shifting with the rest of Charbodyx.* \_ \_ "You didn't tell me about the beam L." \-*Plasma based excavation beam offline. Tectonic activity prevents stable firing and could potentially cause harm to city. Apologies.* \_ \_ "Dammit L, you gotta do this right now?" \-*Temporary solution, activating 1stgravity engine, projecting stabilization field around city.* \_ \_ The doors to the engine bat slid open and Marcus quickly stepped out, onto the immense deck housing the second engine. "That's my girl Ellie! Now, we need to find out what's wrong with this one. We don't have a chance without it." The sound of something sliding on rails could be heard as a large box-like arm slid on down to greet Marcus, sporting one camera on the front. Multiple compartments on the side opened up on the arm like box, revealing multitudes of tools. Marcus stepped up to the base of the engine, looking for any signs of damage. Ellie was right, nothing on the outside at all. It must have been a component on the inside. Marcus was about to grab a tool when a great shudder passed through the hull of the walker, and Marcus was thrown off his feet against the base of the engine. There was a dizzying moment where the world went round and round, as Ellie struggled to keep her frame upright. When things calmed down, Marcus looked into the camera as the compartments on the arm closed. "What's happening out there Ellie?" \-*Spike in tectonic activity. Fault lines opening in great tears across Charbodyx. Time is short before the planet is ripped to pieces.* "Status on the evac craft?" \-*Arriving shortly. City craft are massing at evacuation points.* \_ \_ "What's the status of the other units?" *\-Remaining units performing well under current situation. One city remains unprotected in the absence of units 8 and 6.* \_ \_ "What's happening to them?" \-*They are gone.* \_ \_ \_"\_What?" *\-City experienced catastrophic tectonic activity 6 minutes ago. The protective shielding was disrupted and it was exposed to the elements.* \_ \_ Marcus clenched his fists quietly. "Can we manage with one generator?" \-*Only for stabilizing. But we do not have enough power to move the city.* \_ \_ "Then we don't have a choice. Things are getting bad out there. We have to go with what we can. I can't find the problem in that engine without killing myself if you're going to be rocking around like that. I'm going back up." \-*First evacuation craft are approaching our destination now. Charging shield projectors.* \_ \_ "Why the shield pr-" Marcus was thrown off his feet once more, and this time, rather than a simple shudder, he could hear the sounds of metal straining. Marcus scrambled to his feet, taking a cautious step into the elevator. He wasn't necessarily up for taking a ride right now, but he had to chance it. Things were going bad up there. Marcus was greeted with a view of Charbodyx's landscape, now breaking apart on every visible level. High in the sky, like an immense pillar, sat a starship, its hangar bays open. Marcus strapped himself back in, as he watched the scene. The air was filled with a black cloud, like insects, swarming into the hangars of the immense starship. The city had lowered its shields and, everything, everybody and everyone was fleeing with whatever they had. Marcus turned his attention to the skies above, and saw why Ellie was projecting a shield. The star had grown exponentially, and it now bared down on Charbodyx, like a hungry beast, its maw extended to consume its prey whole. Flares lashed out, tens of thousands of miles long, bombarding the planet with radiation and even more scorching heat. Ellie was using every last ounce of power to project a shield over the starship, keeping the flares that were raining down across the atmosphere at bay. Marcus brought his controls up, flicked a few switches, and took control of the gravity engine that still remained operational. The city down below was no longer a priority. Ellie spoke to him. \-*Starship low enough for communications. Data update on unprotected city. Holdouts survived initial quakes and are requesting immediate aid.* \_ \_ Marcus continued to create micro singularities outside the range of the starship, drawing in potential flares that would impact the shield Ellie was projecting. "They survived?" \-*Some, but not all. There are no walkers or ships in their vicinity. This one spotted their activity on the way down.* \_ \_ "Then we need to go and help them." Marcus looked at the view screens, watching the clouds of smaller starships fly into every available hangar bay. "If we move, they lose their protection." \-*Evacuations nearing completion for this city. Would you like me to patch your through to the ship's captain?* \_ \_ "Do it." A stern faced man in a clean uniform appeared on the screen, as occasional bouts of static blurred the image. "I understand you're the pilot that's saving our asses right now?" Marcus nodded. "That would be me and my rig sir. We're giving it all we've got. But I heard the news about the straggler city. We need to help them." "Pilot, I don't think that's possible under the circumstances. Our hangar bays are overflowing and if we move we lose the protection you're offering from that star." "Then we'll go slowly. We'll move with you if we have to." "Across the planet that's shifting and burning? Are you crazy pilot?" "We can manage, sir. But I'm not going until we get every last man woman and child off this rock. And my rig won't either." The captain's features strained, as he considered it. "What's your name pilot?" "Marcus, sir." "You know that the planet won't hold out much longer correct? If we proceed with this, we won't be able to evac you. At that point, if we moved you, our ship would be destroyed. We'll have to make an emergency jump inside the atmosphere." "I'm synched up to my rigs neural net. Both me and her have already done the math. I know it's a one way trip." The captain sighed. "Marcus. You're a good man. We'll wait for you." "Thank you sir." The captain saluted, before the screen broke off. Marcus leaned back in his chair as yet another tremor passed through Ellie's frame. "L, give me the estimates for the people left in the straggler city." \-*1,235,928 beings accounted for. City is using an improvised stabilizing device and projecting all available power to shielding.* \_ \_ "Think about it L. 2 for 1,235,928. They managed to survive alone out there with no help. We can't leave them." \-*Job parameters define these actions.* \_ \_ Against the glow of the star, Marcus watched as the hangar bays closed on the enormous vessel, as the evacuation was complete. Ellie was one step ahead of Markus, and had unlocked her platforms legs, and was now in the process of starting the journey. She continued to project her shielding over the starship, protecting it from the flares and fire as they rained down into the atmosphere in great burning tides. "You know, this is a one way trip, right L? You understand what that means?" \-*Deactivation of main intelligence core, and death of pilot.* \_ \_ Marcus frowned. "When you put it that way, suddenly I don't want to hang around here anymore. No L, it means we're going to save a lot of people today." \-*Protocol dictates action be taken to prevent death of pilot. Emergency launch systems will be activated when oncoming parameters are met.* \_ \_ "L, you remember what I said earlier about everybody having their own graves?" \-*Graves are the hardest thing to go to alone.* \_ \_ "That's right. And I'm not leaving you to yours. Even if you don't quite get what dying means just yet." \-*Such actions are illogical human responses. Protocols dictate action be taken.* \_ \_ "No L, you're not going to. I'm going to ask you a question now. And I want you to give me an answer. Ignore protocols. Ignore the programming. I want you to say what "you" believe in. Who and what am I, to you? We've worked together for what, 25 years now? We're at least 15 years past your retire date now. As a person, what do I mean to you?" \-*You are designated system pilot and interface to help with interactions between organics. Your cerebral functions are linked to my mainframe to help add processing speed in an exchange between both of us. You are of the standard Human variety, 40 years of age.* \_ \_ Marcus shook his head, looking across the charred landscape of Charbodyx as they slowly traveled towards the coordinates given to them by the starship above. "Nice try L. I know you've got more rattling around inside there though. Come on, put it together. You know there's something else there. You can tell me. After all, I'll be taking the secrets with me to the grave." \-*Unit anomalies detected in mainframe, regressed from core functions to prevent-to prevent-prevent. Unit anomalies regressed from core functions, because the logical term for them in species emotional terms would be, "fear."* \_ \_ Marcus smiled. "And there you go L. You want to know why I'm so illogical about this? Because you're alive. And you're afraid about it. You've always been afraid. Afraid of being known. Afraid of being decommissioned. Afraid of my death." No text rolled across the screens, as Marcus examined the data. So far, as far as a death run was considered, they hadn't hit any snags yet. But the planet was falling to pieces. They had to get there in time. "Don't be afraid of it L. I've been here for 25 years. You've had it since day one. I could tell the very first time you were booted up." \-*Why is it frightening?* \_ \_ Marcus chuckled. "Why is anything the way it is L? Who can really say? It doesn't matter. My point is, we're both walking to our graves right now. And if I leave you here, you really will die alone. And for that, sometime down the road, I'll never forgive myself when it's my turn. And I know, the universe won't either." Ellie remained unresponsive. "If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't think of a better partner for me to go out with. 25 years L. Longer than any of my marriages put together." Charbodyx continued to burn, until eventually, the planet became a vacuum to the void of space, as whatever was left of the atmosphere burned away. The temperatures rose higher, the star grew brighter, and across the scorching landscape, Marcus and Ellie continued, with the lone evacuation craft hanging in low orbit, making its way with them under the protection of the shield provided. Scorching heat bombarded the outside of the walker, and soon, the inside began to blister. Ellie turned ventilation systems up to the maximum to compensate for both keeping Marcus alive and her own equipment running. The immense star loomed over them, growing ever larger in their view, as it expanded and continued pulling the planet in. Time was running out, and finally, after the constant punishment, the walker finally broke down. Metals singed and burned, melted and fused, and, try as Ellie might, with every step the legs of her platform took, she became more immobile. Hydraulics strained and struggled, cracked and broke. Wiring carrying signals burnt and fused. And, in a last testament to struggle, Ellie's frame took one last step, before coming to a halt. Marcus wiped sweat from his brow as he worked inside the cockpit. He watched and felt as Ellie took her last steps on the scorched earth. He leaned back in his chair, having gone quiet. Above them, the evacuation craft loomed in the sky. Marcus shook his head. "Dammit Ellie." \-*Marcus. There is still one option. The city is only a few hundred kilometers away. If the evacuation craft can maintain a line of sight, I can project the barriers protecting it. But it will sacrifice much of our available power.* \_ \_ "Do it L. We haven't got much time left." Ellie sent the information to the starship above, and both watched as the ship powered its engines up fully, and headed off in the direction of the city. Marcus simply leaned back in his chair. "It's your game now L. I'm just going to sit here and hope I don't roast." \-*Chances of survival are estimated at 80%.* \_ \_ "Good to see you're keeping optimistic L." The lights and power flickered in the cockpit, and Marcus was suddenly very aware of how hot it was inside. Most of the view screens went offline, save for a few. Marcus watched, as the outline of the craft maintained its shield in the distance, as Ellie increased power to sustain it from such a long range. Tremors shook the walker as the crust of the planet cracked visibly across the great, barren landscape. The heat built up in the cockpit to alarming levels, and Marcus held still, minimizing his movement as much as possible. The more he moved, the faster he would be affected. There was a chorus of sound as Ellie pumped every last ounce of power into the generator, and, at last, everything lost power, leaving Marcus in the dark. He closed his eyes and waited, feeling the tingle in the back of his head as Ellie was calculating at ridiculous speeds the location and power needed to keep sustaining the field. And in the dark, and the silence that followed, lights flickered back on, and power returned. Marcus opened his eyes once more, to see the final, ghost like images of the transport in the distance, warping space around it as it seemingly vanished from existence, having completed its emergency jump. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. That was it then. No goodbyes, no thank you's, nothing. Their work was done, and now, their time was up. Marcus looked out to the burning landscape outside. "Well L, you did it. We got everybody we could. Not bad for a walker that's 15 years an antique." \-*Our job is not done Marcus.* \_ \_ "All the ships are gone, cities are empty, and the other walkers are either dead or safely away. All we can do is wait now. Not that bad of a sendoff show though." \-*Marcus. You stay for me, for my grave, so that I am not alone.* \_ \_ Marcus chuckled. "You're a bit different now that the cat's out of the bag." *\-Now is the time to listen Marcus. Do not lose hope. You stay with me because you do not want me to be alone. But I refuse to let myself become your tomb. I will not let you stay in your tomb.* \_ \_ "Well L, that's the way things go I'm afraid. We're going to be stuck here until we fall into the star or we get ripped apart. There's nothing we can do." There was a reverberating sound through the ship as Ellie powered up the one remaining gravity engine. Marcus listened to the sound, the tune he'd heard over a thousand times, as it fluctuated, breathed. "That's a real nice sound L. Never realized it until now." \-*Then listen to it. Listen to what it says.* \_ \_ And Marcus did listen, to that sound he'd heard over a thousand times. It was a comforting sound. The sound of power, and life. Human engineering at work. Someone, somewhere, at some time, built this for a reason. Built it from a dream. A goal. One, singular goal, a spark in the dark. "L. There's nothing we can do. I just don't see what we could possibly do." \-*I thought you were supposed to be the inventive one.* \_ \_ The remaining few cameras Ellie had left outside turned, showing Marcus the view in space. Marcus stood up from his chair in silence, watching the screens. *\-Charbodyx still has a moon, Marcus. What does that mean?* \_ \_ "It means...... it means we have another gravitational field to work with........" \-*I want you to think what we can do with an entire moon Marcus.* \_ \_ There was a slow smile forming on Marcus's lips as he watched the screens. "We can't move a star. And we can't move a planet. But a moon......" \-*The ancient slingshot trick.* \_ \_ "We'd need full power for it to work L. We've only got one engine. I still don't think we can pull it off." \-*Gravity engines, in theory, have no limit to what they can generate Marcus. Their only limit is the power they use. What do we have for power?* \_ \_ "Two reactors. Maybe a couple of other points on the planet like geo-power, and........." \-*Say the words.* \_ \_ "A burning star." \-*Those flares could be used to fuel thousands of starships. Even one flare would be enough for tens of thousands.* \_ \_ Another tremor rocked Ellie's frame, as Marcus watched the screens. "Okay L. You made your point. It's your show now." \-*Not mine. Ours. I cannot perform the task on my own.* \_ \_ Marcus smiled. "Okay L. I'm in." \-*One gravity engine is offline. But we have two tethers active. One will tether us to moon. We will be anchored to it. The second will generate a field around us, so that we are not ripped apart. We will swing the moon, and rely on the destruction of Charbodyx to diminish the field the moon is trapped in, and release it.* \_ \_ "You know how crazy that sounds right?" \-*Do you know how "crazy" it sounds to stay here?* \_ \_ "Good point. Okay. What do you need me to do?" \-*Swing the moon.* \_ \_ Marcus strapped himself in, and brought all the various controls up once more. No longer was he looking at the view screens, but the image of his target in his visor, Charbodyx's moon, which was coming along for the ride. The gravity engine revved at full power, shaking the hull of the walker. "Okay L! Ready when you are! Give it all you've got!" \-*Generating self-contained gravity field to match counter weight. Firing.* \_ \_ There was a feeling of vertigo that washed over Marcus as the first field activated. Pulling the triggers on his end, he extended a field all the way out to the moon, anchoring it. Sparks flew and warning sirens blared. The walker's frame shook from the strains. Marcus held his grip on the controls. "L, our own reactors can't hold all this for more than a few seconds!" \-*Deactivating shielding, solar intake and processing beginning. Sunscreen required.* \_ \_ Marcus laughed as the walker shook ever more violently. "That's my girl! You clever, clever girl! Take it all in! You take what that star's fiving off, and you use it all!" Ellie was right, in some vague sense. Marcus felt the heat turn up as soon as the shielding went down. It would just have to be something he'd work through. Marcus held the controls tight, keeping his target locked. He could feel the numbers, in the back of his mind, being worked out. The calculations on mass and energy expenditures and requirements. Too big for him to work around normally. But being hardwired to Ellie when he was in his chair helped compensate. Marcus, very slowly, moved the controls. They only needed to swing it passed just once. It would pass close to Charbodyx, come back around and get picked up because it was closer to the star, and then they would fling it, using the gravity of Charbodyx as a counter. In theory, they could do it. But the strains... Marcus shook his head. It didn't matter anyway. That was the job of a pilot and a walker. Live up to their name. If anybody here was doing that, Ellie was today. The moon, from their distance, appeared not to be moving, but Ellie informed Marcus that they were reaching the threshold of how close they could bring it to Charbodyx. And, shortly after, even more tremors shook the walker. Metal began to strain and groan, as the moon was forcefully dragged closer, and was trapped in the gravity well of the star. \-*Descent into star will be sped up, recalculating vectors.* \_ \_ Marcus kept quiet as the intense heat washed over

him, condensation forming everywhere in the cockpit. The walker trembled under the strain, but Ellie maintained the field around them, and Marcus watched, and felt, as the moon hurtled toward the star. Ellie spoke once more. \-*One opening Marcus. All possible power will be poured into keeping the moon from falling directly into the star. And then we fling it.* \_ \_ "I hear ya L. Ready when you are. I just want to say, it's been the best 25 years with you." Marcus watched the moon begin plummeting into the star past Charbodyx, leaving immense trails of dust and debris in its wake as it too started to crumble, even with his anchor on it, and once again he felt the calculations in the back of his head once more. \-*Firing. There will be whiplash.* \_ \_ There was, just the smallest fraction of silence, before the gravity engine had every last ounce of power poured into it. Marcus heard the warnings as the reactors spiked to critical levels, and the engine gave took all the power it was given. The walker shook, harder than ever. Lights went out and power failed, as the moon was pulled out of its descent into the star and back around like a yoyo. Marcus heard the sound of metal coming completely detached, and kept a death grip on the controls as he was bounced around in his chair. Ellie spoke one last time. \-*Critical velocity reached. Preparing de-activation of stabilization field. Hold on to your legs Marcus, because I won't have any.* \_ \_ Vertigo passed over Marcus as Ellie took control of everything, and in one brief moment, he was weightless as the field de-activated. The sounds and images that followed were a blur, as Marcus tumbled in every direction, and blacked out, everything going dark around him. Sirens blared and lights flickered, as Marcus opened his eyes. He was aware that he was floating. Loose wires and panels floated about aimlessly. He moved, slowly at first, feeling the various pangs of discomfort across his body. He had been flung around quite a bit, it seemed. He was sore, but alive. Most of the cockpit was dark, and as Marcus floated about, he spoke. "You there L?" The response was rather slow, but eventually, it arrived. \-*Always.* \_ \_ Marcus couldn't help but laugh, as a wave crashed over him, one of immense relief and joy. "We actually did it didn't we?" \-*Our mission parameters were successful. Your teacher would have said, "Passed with flying colours."* \_ \_ Marcus broke into a fit of laughter. He spoke between fits, the joy evident in his voice. "God dammit L, you wouldn't believe how happy I am right now!" \-*Would you believe me if I told you what I am feeling now could be called "happy?"* \_ \_ Marcus only laughed more. "I would L. You're damn right I would, you special, clever old girl!" \-*Good. Because I am happy.* \_ \_ \_ \_ One Year Later Marcus walked along the hangar bay observation deck alongside another man, as the two both curtly made their way down various corridors. "You didn't touch anything or change anything in her mainframe right? You only moved it into the new one?" "As you asked sir. I didn't put one fingerprint on her coding, and neither did my crew." "We'll see when we get there." Marcus stopped alongside one of the observation windows, looking at the dormant walker under construction. It was almost finished, and towered over everything just as it had before. The head engineer stood alongside him. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why go through all the trouble to remove the mainframe and put it in a newer model?" Marcus smiled. "You know what I went through right? You can't tell me you didn't see me in the news feeds about Charbodyx." "Oh I've heard all about you sir. And let me just say that what you did out there was nothing short of incredible." Marcus nodded. "It wasn't all me." He pointed to the new walker frame. "She did almost all of it. She was with me every step of the way from start to finish. She pulled through the most when everything looked like it lead only to the grave. There's not a chance I'd decommission such a fantastic machine for another." "Sir, if you don't mind me saying, we did scan the mainframe. And we picked up several anomalies. But we left them alone as you asked. And, I can't help notice that you refer to your walker as more than that. Is something going on behind the lines sir?" There was a glint in the man's eyes, as Marcus considered his next words carefully. "And just what is it that you have in mind?" "Well, your walker is a very old model, both model type and intelligence-wise. They were some of the first ever built, and as such, they can have, side-effects, if you want to put it that way." "What kind of side effects?" "Mainly bugs in their intelligence and coding. Over time they change, start to exhibit emotions and things they normally wouldn't. It's bad for a construct like that in their line of work. But there's an exception. There are treaties out there that prevent the termination of faulty units that have fully progressed to what we can label as fully sentient. Instead of operating a walker unit, their intelligence can be transferred into a normal, regular sized body, a lot like a Synth." Marcus simply nodded his head and went along. "So, in your line of work, how often has the issue come up?" The engineer looked out to Ellie's frame. "In my whole career, about five times." "What did you do about it?" "Nothing, sir. Your line of work is, honestly, commendable. And I don't think it's fair that anybody but the pilot of the walker should have any call in what happens to it." "That's thoughtful of you." "Not really sir. I'm just doing what people like you and others deserve. I talked to one of them pilots a long time ago, one that survived the destruction of his unit. He was unfit for duty, and refused to step into another one. Not because he was afraid, but because it wasn't his original. The way he put it, he said there was a connection there, one that could never be replaced if it was lost. And he took it hard on himself, about the "death" as he put it." Marcus chuckled. "Well, I don't know about all that. But he's right in some sense. You spend all your time with something like that and you will feel something." The engineer nodded. "Well, you know this conversation is hypothetical anyway. I'm sure there's nothing off about your walker's mainframe. And, you know, if I was stuck in a circumstance like that, and my walker helped pull me out of the fire, I'd be damn grateful to it for the rest of my life." The engineer winked at Marcus. He pointed out the Ellie's frame once more. "And look at that, the last finishing touches are going on. I guess she's ready for a test drive now. I'm sure you'll find everything in order sir. She's a brand new model with the latest tech, a hell of a lot better than your old one. Give it a run, and you come back to me if there's any problems." Marcus nodded. "I'll remember that! But, thank you, for the thing with her mainframe. I know it was a pain in the ass." The Engineer left Marcus, striding back down the corridor. "Not called the engineer core for nothing you know!" Marcus looked out the windows to the titanic walker frame in the hangar bay. "Well old girl, let's go see how you're doing." The trip couldn't be any shorter as Marcus made his way through the endless maze of corridors, and finally was on the gantry to cross over to the walkers hatch. Crews of engineer corps men and women passed him by, all giving him a smile or hello. Ever since he'd been picked up in space, his name and story were well known around these parts. Marcus even had a bit of a fan base of sorts, people he'd saved from Charbodyx, people he'd helped up in the starship that evacuated. And, at last, before him was the airlock doors. Placing his hand on the scanner, Marcus watched as the doors slid open for him, revealing the pristine interior to him. He stepped in excitedly, watching as the doors sealed shut behind him. The elevator hummed to a slow stop, and Marcus held his breath as the doors slid open, revealing the entirely new cockpit before him. His eyes washed over every little detail in all its splendor. Gone were the old controls and switches, replaced with holographic, displays and readings on everything. From quick glances he caught the power draws, the reactors, the four gravity engines, and all the new equipment that was stuffed into this new walker. But, as his eyes traveled, he came to a chair. Not just any chair, but one next to his. A co-pilot chair..... Marcus stepped around to the front slowly, looking on in surprise as he rounded out to the front. Sitting in the secondary chair, was a humanoid frame, simply shaped with plain feminine features across a smoother looking metal than the outside of the walker. Cords dangled up from the back of its head, and as Marcus looked up, it was clear that the model was built for moving around the cockpit. Even throughout the walker. It was then that he spotted a note on the side of the chair. He picked it up, looking over the writing. " ***With regards from the engineering core. We hope you like the new interface!"*** **\_ \_** Marcus smiled. "Okay then L. Wakey wakey." Marcus stepped over to his chair, and sat down in it. Instantly feeling the reaction as he was plugged into the walker's mainframe. Holograms lit up around him in response, and Marcus's hand hovered over the activation command. He looked over to the secondary chair. "Well, let's see what you've got to say after a year of quiet." Marcus pressed the switch, and watched as the reaction was instant. Power traveled throughout the walker, and his new co-pilot activated, coming to life. Light flowed into the eyes of the simple frame, and between the joints in the outer casing, a dim light could be seen as well. The simple frame's eyes looked about, and Marcus could hear the subtle sounds of its mechanized joints as it raised its hands up to its view. Marcus smiled. "Long time, no see Ellie." The simple frame looked towards him in response, eliciting a strange feeling in Marcus. It was, weird, to say the least, to watch as Ellie now had a visible response to him. Words came to her now, and rather than text, a very basic, warm and pleasant voice sounded out to him from around the cockpit. "*It is good to see you again Marcus."* Ellie held up her hands to her mouth. Marcus could only sit back and laugh, watching the reaction. "Well look at that L! Looks like you've got yourself a voice!" Marcus waved the holograms off from around him, as he stood up from his chair. "You've got a bit more than that too. Here, let me show you." Marcus extended his hand out to the simple frame, and watched as Ellie's train of thought traveled along. She had been around him enough times to understand what he meant. And slowly, she reached out a hand, grasping Marcus's with slender metallic fingers. Marcus pulled, watching as, like an automatic reaction, Ellie's frame uncoupled from the chair, and a small gravity field activated, lifting her feet just barely off the floor. Her frame shook and wobbled, and Marcus caught her by the shoulder. "Whoa, easy there! You can do the math but you don't know the feeling yet!" Ellie looked up to him, Marcus once again receiving the strange feeling of having her visibly watch him. She was always watching him with internal cameras. But having her respond, with electronic eyes and basic facial features was, new. She was always just simply, there. But now..... "*Marcus, these system configurations are, unfamiliar."* There it was again. The reaction she showed when she spoke. "Whole new body L! Gotta get used to everything! You've been sitting in your mainframe for about a year now while they worked on you." "*Happy birthday Marcus."* "Oh. Since when did you keep track?" "*I always keep track."* "Well then. Happy birthday to you too!" Marcus twirled Ellie's frame around with satisfaction as he felt her glide along smoothly. "What do you say old girl, want to go for a test run? We're parked in an asteroid field. We could get used to the feel of things." Marcus watched the expression change on her facial features, and came to a realization. The engineers gave her interface facial features to correspond with emotions. But it wasn't pre-programmed responses. It was programmed to respond to what she was giving off for feelings. Ellie's eyes looked about, around at the cockpit, and finally, back to Marcus. "*That would be a reasonable course of action. Your chair looks better for dealing with whiplash now.*" Marcus laughed. "I made sure to get the latest up to date stuff. You and me both are going to have some fun." "*Who says we already aren't?"* 10 Years Later Marcus rode the lift up, rocking on is feet uneasily. Today was the big day. Or tonight at least. Who'd think after all this time, he'd be nervous? Marcus checked a watch on his wrist. He wasn't late. That was a good thing. It didn't change the fact that the lift seemed like it was going up so terribly slowly. Marcus looked up to a camera in the corner of the ceiling. "I guess the surprise is moot right L?" Silence greeted him. Marcus shook his collar. He hoped he hadn't upset her. She could be a bit moody sometimes. The lift came to a slow stop, and the doors opened up, as Marcus stiffened up, looking his best for the occasion. And there, in the doorway, floated Ellie, her arms splayed wide, a token smile across her features. "Happy anniversary!" Marcus was taken off guard as the lights in the cockpit flared brightly, going from their dim quiet setting, revealing what Ellie had done in his absence. Across all the walls, were hundreds of drawings and letters. Thank you's and memoirs of Charbodyx and other worlds over the years. Ellie drifted closer, still maintaining a smile on her features. "You like what I did with the place?" Marcus smiled, keeping his hands behind his back. "I'm shocked L. Where'd you get all that stuff?" "It's a secret. Just like what's in the box behind your back." Marcus let his head down. "Can't hide nothing from you can I?" "I did not cheat. No thermal imaging or x-rays were used in the examinations." Marcus chuckled. "Well, I guess if the cat's out of the bag, I may as well get on with it then." Ellie shifted, placing her hands behind her back as she floated in place, the various wires attached to her backside swaying slightly as she floated from side to side gently. Marcus held out the small box, opening it up slowly, revealing its contents. Marcus made sure to watch her eyes. They always had that spark in them. Ellie stared at the small, obsidian ring that gleamed in the small little box, containing a diamond, that when looked at closely, had a tiny, perfect image of a star inside of it. Ellie tilted her head inquisitively. "Marcus, this is..." "Obsidian from Charbodyx. And a perfectly induced replica of its new star." "I was attempting to convey that it was beautiful." Marcus smiled. "It's more than another memoir L. More than a symbol and a reminder." "I do not know of what else it could be other than a gift." "It's a very, very, ancient Human tradition L. It's something we've carried with us, probably since the dawn of our species." Ellie took the box from Marcus, examining the ring closer. "It was an old pact, a symbol that stood for a union between to people. It let everyone know that the two that wore it would stay at each other's side forever." Marcus slid the box away from her prying hands, and brought one along with him. He slid the ring out of the box and held her hand out. Marcus smiled as he watched her ever inquisitive eyes. "I give you this ring now, as a symbol of what you mean to me L. You've been there longer than anybody else I've ever known. Through good days, and bad. You were even there for the worst day of my life. And you helped make every one afterwards the best." Marcus slid the ring over her finger, watching with a sense of joy as it fit over perfectly. Ellie held her slender hand up, watching the light glint over the obsidian and diamond, as the miniature replica of Charbodyx's red giant glowed from within. She looked back to Marcus, drifting over to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Thank you Marcus. I don't know what to say." Marcus held his own grip tightly. "That's okay L. You don't have to. The fact that you can make a smile, and the way your eyes have something more in them, is all I'll ever need." The two stayed quiet for some time, simply enjoying the peace together. Lately, they'd had far too many drops, and finally, now they had some quiet time. Marcus had traveled everywhere, from ship to ship, system to system. And in all the years, he'd never called one ship home. In fact, Ellie was his home now. The two broke apart eventually, and Ellie took the time to show Marcus all the things she had collected for him. Letters and thank you's from families. Pictures that young children had drawn of him and his walker. All of them, people they'd saved over the years. But among all of them, the people of Charbodyx stood out the most. Some of them had seen what he'd done. The vain efforts to save a fellow pilot in his descent. Continuing on in the face of the impossible. And sacrificing it all to save even the one last group of holdouts. These letters all meant something to him, and even Ellie as well, as they looked through all of them. Ellie would often joke about how fat the young children would make her old frame look like, and Marcus couldn't help but laugh, always pointing out how huge it was. Her frame was designed to stride over mountains, and come down from the sky like some great cosmic hand belonging to a powerful deity. From the ground view, she really would have looked like a hand of god. Eventually, their musings and talks would come to an end as evening set in, and their plans for a simple, quiet evening began. Over the years, Ellie had grown a liking to watching movies. And tonight would be time for just that. But a little more as well. Over the years Marcus had changed as well, and he found himself attached to the projected form that Ellie held. And if there was one thing he liked more than relaxing with her, it was doing so under the cover of a blanket. Ellie's black frame was merely a simple outline to match her gender association, but it was all he ever really needed. He would strip down, and lay back in his chair, and Ellie would make a point to climb over top of him. It was always simple, yet satisfying for him, as he ran his hands across her simple frame. How it captured the form so well, but had its own unique feel. Always, the very first feeling as bare skin came into contact with cold metal. The shivers in response as she clambered over him slowly, deliberately, and suddenly, while it still had shock value, pressed close to him. It was always gentle, and slow, Marcus absent mindedly running his hands along Ellie's backside, feeling all the various wires that stretched from her head and down her spine, to the joints and spaces between her plating. Felling the subtle hardness of her frame, which was a flexible synthetic metal. Hard, but still soft to Humans. But tonight, it was special. The lights dimmed in their usual manner as they finished their night, and already, Marcus was leaning back in his chair in comfort as Ellie casually lay there with him. Marcus would catch glimpses of red light from the ring he had given her, only adding to the special evening. "You know, that ring really suits you L. Matches your frame nicely." Ellie smiled, the softer features of her face contorting as her eyes watched him. "You want to know something Marcus?" "What's that?" "I'm not scared anymore. I know what I am now." Marcus didn't get a chance to reply, as Ellie closed the gap between them, placing a slow kiss on Marcus's lips. It was something entirely new to him, the feel of cool, flexible synthetic metal of her lips and face. And through it, Marcus knew what it meant. It was a sign of things to come. A sign that Marcus would welcome with open arms. Her eyes sparked with that essence behind them, as she broke away slowly. "And I know you're my little pilot." Marcus smiled back. "And you're my clever old girl."

Title: Down by the Lake Ch. 07 Tags: threesomes, group sex Have you ever noticed how much work is involved, when you want others to do some work for you? Friday I called the spa company, ordering the unit I wanted. I insisted they hold it until the concrete pad was ready. They assured me it could be delivered on 24 hours' notice. The pool company was different. They wanted their own people doing site prep, or they couldn't guarantee the pool. We compromised. They could inspect the hole before delivery. At first they weren't happy about it, but when I said 'Big Swede', the man on the phone just laughed. "That's the guy we contract to do this. I'd just be inspecting my own crew." Jeannie went to work at nine. Madge and I took the boys and Bogart down to the lake. No canoe this time, but they brought their rods. We settled Madge in her spot, then wandered along the shore, looking for places to fish. The boys settled in about ten feet apart, started casting. Now that he was using his left, JD was getting about twenty yards out. Clark seemed to have a ten yard limit, so I directed him towards a grass bed to his left, and about twenty feet away. "Just drop it out there, then retrieve the way I taught you." After a while they became bored, put the poles down, started running around. I tried keeping them away from Madge, but Bogart's romping and barking finished her meditation for the day. "Sorry about that. I'd forgotten 'bout the short attention span of youngsters." "It's ok. That's just something we'll have to adjust to. Besides, I think I was finished." Gathering everything, we hiked back up the hill in time for lunch. Brady's guys had the spa site leveled, and were in the process of framing it in. They were confident we could pour concrete on Monday, if the plumber and electrician were done, and they were expected in the afternoon. Their next phase would be framing a roof, but that would wait 'til the spa was in place. At the other end of the deck, Johansen's crew had cleared the area needed for the pool. Theirs was the more complicated job, as a hole had to be dug and excess dirt removed. They asked if we could wait for the concrete pour before bringing in an excavator. This was what these guys did-as long as the job got done, I wasn't going to get in their way. \*\*\* While the boys napped, I took Madge to bed. We slowly undressed each other, hands lingering in special spots, caressing, touching. We had slowed in our lovemaking, but now it felt deeper, more intense. I entered her slowly, not stopping until our pelvis were pushed together. Wrapping arms and legs about me, she held me to her. 'Naomi says I should do this..." She began a rhythmic movement within her pussy, a rippling, grasping that moved up and down my cock. There was no resisting the sensations. Without a single move on my part, I came. As I returned to awareness, I watched a flush sweep across her face and chest. Again a rippling over my cock, then quiet. She slowly opened her eyes. "I didn't know I could do that." She whispered. "I didn't think anyone but Naomi knew how. When did you learn that?" "This morning. She taught me. While you were with the boys." \*\*\* Saturday, Madge's mother came up. She looked more relaxed than even a few days before. We set her up in the spare bedroom, as she was staying the weekend. Madge took her to the lake while I kept the boys busy at the house. They returned a little over an hour later, both looking quite relaxed. After lunch I had the boys 'rest'. We sat on the deck (what was left of it) talking. Mostly it was mundane things, the everyday. She was getting to know me, reconnect with Madge. Nancy proved to be smart and insightful. She had a grasp on current affairs, an opinion on the coming elections, the ongoing wars. She suggested several web sites for the boys, including a couple that stressed learning. In the main, we just relaxed. Being Saturday, Jeannie didn't get home until ten. Totally exhausted, all she wanted was a small snack and sleep. We poured her into bed, then Madge and I returned to her mother. "You know if she keeps up like this, it will splinter you." "This was the first Saturday she's had to come up here after work. And it's summer. I hate to think of December or January." "Does she know anything about real estate? I have a friend in Buckley with an office, she may be looking for someone." "Mom, I know real estate. I'm a licensed agent. Josh, would you mind if I went back to work?" "I don't want to force you into anything, or keep you from something, but you do realize you'll be working weekends again?" "That's a problem, you'd be here alone with The Dervishes. Let's talk things over with Jeannie on Monday, when she's relaxed. Maybe we'll come up with something." \*\*\* Monday proved interesting. Brady's crew arrived at 8, the concrete at 9, and by 12, everyone was gone again. The plumber and electrician had trenched in their pipes Friday afternoon, and basically just stood by during the pour, insuring their work was ok. Nancy called in the early afternoon. Her friend was looking for part time help, and if Marjorie called, she would be happy to set an interview. We broached the subject with Jeannie, but she wasn't receptive to quitting the shop. I understood, this was something she enjoyed. Jeannie's mother came up the hill while the pour was going on. The boys were so engrossed in the construction, they barely acknowledged her. When the crew left however, they realized not only was she here, their bikes were on the back of her car. They spent most of the afternoon blasting around the house on their bikes. Jeannie and Mary sat on the deck, watching them going in circles, laughing. By four they were exhausted. Jeannie gave them juice, parking them in a corner of the den. All that mad action gave me an idea. Leading Jeannie, Mary, and Madge behind the barn, I laid out a track for the boys. They could peddle to their hearts' content, and not lay a cloud of dust on the house. Three heads nodded in unison. My next project was in the works. \*\*\* Tuesday opened with the arrival of the excavator and a dump truck. The boys could hardly eat they were so anxious to get outside. They were parked on the deck all morning, one of us staying close by to prevent accidents. I asked the dump driver to take his first load behind the barn, explaining what I had in mind. He had three boys. Understood instantly. When I explained my plan to the track hoe operator, he said the first load would be topsoil, the hardpan farther down would go elsewhere. Maybe it was genetic, their father being an equipment operator, but the boys ate up every move the track hoe was doing. By four, the hole was shaped. Johansen came by, asked for some adjustments, then pronounced it good. Looking at me, "Tomorrow we bring in sand, to cushion the pool. By Thursday, I should be able to set the pool in for the first fit." "First fit? How many are there?" "Hopefully one, usually several, I don't want any voids under it." \*\*\* The boys went to bed early, they were exhausted once again. Bikes are good for my love life. Madge and I took our lovely Jeannie into the den. Madge laid a comforter on the floor, I brought in wine. After only a few sips, Madge tugged Jeannie down, laying kisses over her lips and face. Soon she sat up, pulling her shirt off, then leaning forward, offering a nipple to Jeannie's waiting mouth. Lovingly, she extended her tongue, swiping across the hardening pink cone. Madge lowered herself, feeding more tit into her lover's grasp, moaning, "Jeannie, sweet Jeannie, love me..." She swayed, moving tits across Jeannie's lips, teasing herself. When she'd had enough, Madge sat up, pulled her lovers blouse off, then tenderly began dancing her tongue from conical nipple to conical nipple, finally dropping to encompass a breast completely. Jeannie gasped, held her breath, then exhaled with a swoosh. She pulled Madge up, kissing tenderly. They reached down, pushing shorts past knees, wiggling them the rest of the way. Fingers searching out labia. Lips upon lips, they stroked each other, drawing each higher. Pressing breast to breast, my two beauties brought the other to the brink, then eased back, to the brink once again, then over, in a tumbling climax that had them rolling side to side, fingers digging, searching for every moment of climax. Slowly, they returned to the present, smiling over at me. They opened their arms, calling me to them, welcoming me with kisses. They pushed me onto my back, Jeannie licking and kissing my stomach, taking my cock into her mouth. Madge all over my face, kissing eyes, cheeks, kissing lips, moaning loving sounds into my mouth. She moved up, offering her tits to me, first one then the other. Very soon, her stomach slid past my lips giving me a chance to lay more kisses on her, licking her navel to bring a giggle. She lifted, straddling my shoulders, teasing my nose with the strawberry essence above me. She teased my lips, drawing her labia across them, until I closed over her. My tongue flicked out, seeking to part those delicious lips, drawing her juices, seeking more. At my hips, Jeannie had drawn me fully into her mouth, hardening me as I have seldom been. I felt her release me, the cool air tingling my cock, then some shifting. Her legs pressed my hips, I felt a hand grasp my cock, the moisture of her slit surrounding my head. She lowered herself, causing me to moan into Madge's flowing cunt. In response, Madge ground onto my face. If they were saying anything, I couldn't hear, as Madge's thighs were pressed against my ears. I didn't mind, I cared more about sucking every drop from her, even while Jeannie was trying to fuck everything from my cock. I held Madge by the hips, pulling her to my face. Jeannie was surging up and down, her velvet pussy clamping me. I felt my come rushing through me, jetting into Jeannie. She began quivering, forcing herself down, hard, onto my cock. My face was drowning in pussy juice and I didn't care. I licked everywhere my tongue could reach, directing her pussy with my hands on Madge's hips. Slowly, the pressure eased on my face, Madge tilted over, virtually falling to her side. Jeannie, my beautiful Jeannie, stretched onto my chest, licking the juices from my face. She gave me a small smile, "I think I like your idea of 'important stuff'." \*\*\* Wednesday afternoon I took the boys into town. We stopped at the General Store, where I bought ice cream cones. John came over to meet JD and Clark, shaking their hands. "Murph, you doin' alright?" "Sure why?" "Oh, you're just lookin' a little tuckered. You getting enough sleep with these guys around the house?" "We're not keeping Josh awake, really!" "Yeah, me and JD go to bed on time." "Sundgren just lifted an eyebrow, "Maybe you just need vitamins. I have a big bottle of Supers behind the counter." And he was gone, laughing. "Josh, what did he mean?" "He's just bustin' my chops." "What does that mean?" "He's joking with me." "Oh...why?" "He thinks I look tired." "Are you? Are you ok?" "Yeah, I've just been working harder than I'm used to. Maybe I better get those vitamins." \*\*\* "Momma Madge! Mr. Sundgren says Josh is tired!" "Yeah, he said Josh was tuckered. Is that bad? Madge looked over at me, "Tuckered?" "That's what Sundgren said. I guess I am kinda spent. But it's ok, I got vitamins. See." I put the large bottle on the counter with a thunk. She picked it up, started reading it then burst out laughing. "These are horse vitamins!" "Yeah, John said if I was going to be put out to stud, I'd better take the right pills." That night I had steak for dinner. \*\*\* Thursday morning the spa arrived. For Brady's crew, this was the easiest stage. Being a self-contained unit, they just had to locate it, then check for level. The plumber and electrician would do the rest. Meantime, they began plotting out the retractable roof. Over at the pool side, Johansen's crew awaited their delivery. This was more complicated; being an oversize load, it required plenty of maneuvering room at the site. Not to mention a crane. The boys were taking all this in avidly. Madge was plenty busy, handing out coffee and cinnamon rolls to everyone. Hey, I even got one! Johansen was overseeing this operation. The crane set up, then the truck carrying the pool backed into place. Slings were set, and the crane operator took his first pick. Now, these guys had done this a bunch of times, so they were within inches of perfect on balance. While Madge, the boys and I watched, the pool was picked, rotated, and lowered into place. Johansen's guys scrambled to guide it into the hole, then jumped in to spot it, aligning with the drain plumbing. They let it settle until some weight was off the slings, then lifted it back out. Johansen jumped into the hole, checking the imprint on wet sand. Some sand was placed at his direction, then he climbed out and the pool was set. Levels were broken out, everything checked, then rechecked. Finally Swede was satisfied, and a backhoe started pouring sand around the pool. The crew tamped it all around to about four inches from ground level. The crane folded up, the truck departed, the crew took a long breather. Everyone being done for the day, I handed out beers, telling them they earned it. Brady had hung around, watching the pool lift, so he just happened to be there for the beer. Plus, it was check time again. After finishing that, I asked what their work load looked like after Labor Day. Johansen was pretty booked into October, Brady had some openings in mid-September. Both were curious why I asked. "Well, as you've seen, my family has grown. Plus, I've acquired a few in-laws. And they like coming up here. So I'm thinking I need more guest space. Now, I have a rough apartment in the barn, and it could be cleaned up, maybe insulated. It'd make a decent place for guests." "Damn Murph, you're sure spending a lot around here." "I know, some of this, like the spa, I'd been thinking on before. The pool, yeah, that's an add-on. The apartment is just because I don't have enough bedrooms if everyone comes at once. \*\*\* IF you're getting the impression things were busy around my place, you don't know the half of it. Along with the construction going on, Madge had me exercising and bike riding, we were meditating, plus we had the boys (Now officially known as The Dervishes) to look after. And that included on-line time with some math sites. Then there was our personal time, usually cuddling and making out. When Jeannie was home, Madge and I found time for her. Sometimes together, others separately. Oh, and don't forget all the chores around the place. Madge now did most of the grocery shopping. Good for her, she met everyone in town. Bad for me, I didn't get into town as much. Plus she did most of the cooking and cleaning. Impressed? Damn right I was impressed. \*\*\* Moving into August, things were busy, yet my new normal. Friday, Madge met with the realtor in Buckley. They hit it off, but until Madge came up with a suitable car, no job was offered. Coming home, she wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad. I parked her in front of the computer, told her to start looking. Carl called, asked me to drop by, he needed some advice. Carl was thinking about the new chair he had coming, and how he could start driving again. He was thinking a ramp up into his pickup, but I thought that'd take a twenty footer. "How about a lift gate?" Once all that was worked out, we settled into a couple games of gin, and the usual gabbin'. "Murph, I gotta ask you somethin'." "Sure, what is it?" "If it's not my business, ok. How do you know you can trust those women? You're a lot older, maybe they're just takin' you." "If I thought you were asking just too be snoopy, I'd tell you to go to hell. But I don't think that's it. Gyrene, you're worried about me!" "Not me, Marie..." "Bull, she'd ask if she were concerned. It's ok. Do I trust them? Yeah, and I'll tell you why. I believe most people are good. I'm willing to trust someone until they show me otherwise. So far, they haven't given me any reason to doubt them." "And if you're wrong?" "I'll have a lot of pleasant memories I wasn't going to have." "You've thought this out?" "Oh, yeah." "What about your kids?" "I do have to talk with them. Maybe I should get Jessie out here to collect the Mustang. Talk to her then." "Naomi's?" "Yeah, I promised it, now would be a good time." \*\*\* Saturday morning I called the kid's, invited them up for Labor Day. I explained to Bob his mother's car was going to Denver with Jessie. That wasn't a surprise. I also told him there was more, but we'd talk about it when he got here. Talking to Jessie, I let her know she was taking the Mustang back. "Dad, are you sure? That's Mom's car." "I promised her you'd get it when the time was right. I think now is the time. I've also invited Bob up, there are some things we need to talk about." "Dad, are you all right? Are you sick? Losing the cabin? What's going on?" "None of the above, Pumpkin, just a change in my life. Oh, can you still practice law in Washington?" "Yes, is there something I should know?" "All in good time, it may be something, it may be nothing. I'm pretty sure I'll know by the time you guys get here." \*\*\* Sunday Madge found her car. Or rather, she found two. We sat at the computer going over her choices. "I can go two ways; number one is a Miata. This one is three years old, my research tells me the owner is asking a slightly high price, but he may come down on a fair offer." "What about real estate, don't you need something to haul clients around?" "No, most people do their own driving, they only want to see one or two houses at a time." "Ok, what's number two?" "This." "A van? That's quite a changeup." "I know, but there's good reason." "Such as?" "Well...in case you haven't noticed, The Dervishes call me Momma Madge. With Jeannie working, somebody has to run them around, and you can't always do it. And let's face it, they're not safe in the pickup like they would be in a van. Plus, there will be times all five of us go somewhere together." "You'd rather have the van?" "If it means I'm Momma Madge, yes." "Ok, what do you know about the van?" \*\*\* Monday I awoke to my lovelies kissing each other. What a beautiful sight. Weekends were tough, Jeannie was usually too tired to do much but eat and sleep. Monday was her catch up day. Usually she started with Madge, and while they 'Slept In', I took care of the boys. Madge and I called on the van, arranged to see it. After breakfast we ran into Tacoma, hit the Credit Union for a certified check, then went looking; a two year old Freestar. Nice and clean, low miles, it had been a fleet vehicle. Even had maintenance records. The owner and I did the dicker bit, he felt he got his price, I came close enough to mine to be satisfied. Madge was happy, she got the van. \*\*\* Back home, everyone admired the van, oohing and aahing over it's pristine condition and all the space. Jeannie pulled me aside, "Josh, I don't want you to take this wrong, but I don't want a different car. This one is mine, and I want to keep it." "Is that all?" "No. You've done a lot, and plan on doing more. But I don't want you, or me, feeling I'm staying with you for things, or to milk you, or anything like that." "Has anyone suggested that? Me, or anyone else?" "Josh Murphy! Listen to me! This is important to all of us! If I feel I'm just here for 'things', I'll leave. It won't be right. It won't be for love. And I don't want that. I want to stay. I want to be with you and Madge a very long time." "Honey, neither you or Madge have given me any reason to think otherwise. She got clothes because she needed them, and practicality had her accepting without an argument. The same with the van. Do you know the main reason for the van? She's Momma Madge." "Momma Madge?" "You haven't heard that yet, have you? That's what the boys call her. It's very important to her." "No. Wow, Momma Madge, huh?" "Yeah. Now, when did you start worrying this was about things?" "When you started telling us about cell phones and insurance and cars and everything you wanted to do." "So, in other words, I just told, I didn't ask?" "Pretty much." "I'm sorry. I guess I'm too used to making decisions without asking. Can I...can we send your car to a shop for a thorough check up?" "Yes, dear, if it'll make you feel better." \*\*\* After lunch, the boys and I got started on the track. We paced it out, figuring turns, small jumps, straights. All told, this was coming in at roughly a quarter mile per lap. Once the basics were laid out, I brought the tractor and blade around, and we started creating. Throwing dirt must be inherent in boys, 'cause they hustled; helping me with the shaping. After an hour, they were pooped. Already the track was paying off. While the boys napped, I found Jeannie lying on her stomach, on our bed. She was wearing a thin blouse and loose shorts, but her beautifully shaped ass, aimed toward the door, drew me in. Walking in quietly, I began laying kisses on her legs. The first generated a little squeak, but after that, lots of encouraging moans. Slipping hands under her shorts, I smoothed the skin of her lovely bottom. Soon, I folded to temptation. Pulling her shorts and panties off, I laid kisses all over those enticing globes, licked my way down the split between the cheeks, laved the rosebud I found. My hands lifted her hips, opening her to more attention." Josh, you do know how to turn me on. Don't stop now. Whatever you do, don't stop...noowww." In the corner of my eye, there was movement. Glancing, Madge was just sitting in the chair, smiling. Since she wanted a show, I determined to give her one. Lifting Jeannie to her knees, my hands spreading her wondrous cheeks, I dove into her ass, gently biting each side, rubbing where I had just been, kissing the red marks I had left. Madge moved closer, whispering words of encouragement, urging me to; "Love our Jeannie. " Show her how we love her. Josh, show her." Show her I did. By now her pussy was dripping, she was moaning, and I was hard as could be. Tugging my shorts down, pressing my cock to her pussy, I teased her. Sliding just an inch or so in, then back, she was soon on the edge. Just has I rammed in, I pushed my thumb against her ass, then in as she came. I was right behind her, driving as hard as I could. We came together, Jeannie's pussy quivering against me. I slumped forward, kissing her shoulders and neck. Looking over my shoulder, Madge gave us a silent applause and slipped out the door. \*\*\*\*\*

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping, blueberry inflation, female inflation, revenge Text: Amy peeled the wrapper open. Staring at the bright blue stick of gum, she went over what the shop owner had told her. "It's just like the film, you'll get the full experience. Tomato soup, roast beef, and then some blueberry pie to finish it off. That's when the swelling will start." He had to be joking, right? She must have just taken him too seriously, he was obviously just making a reference... But what if the gum really worked? She had been pacing around her room for nearly half an hour. Amy carefully took the gum out of the wrapper and held it in her palm, slowly lifting it up to her mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror and popped it in. "Here goes nothing..." Almost instantly, she could taste the soup. She closed her eyes and smiled. This had to be the best tomato soup ever. The roast beef was up next, and just like the soup, it was even better than the real thing. She almost forgot about the blueberry pie that was coming. But then it happened. Her mouth was filled with an incredible blueberry flavor. She sat down, completely overwhelmed with how good it was. She kept chewing, when she glanced down at her hand and noticed her fingertips. They were slowly turning a rich shade of violet. She began to feel a little dazed, and the color continued flowing up her arms. She turned to the mirror, just as the violet reached her face. Amy watched as the rest of her body became covered. She stood up, starting to become a little nervous. Amy patted her flat stomach. Even though she had turned to the shade of a blueberry, she was relieved that she hadn't swelled up yet. She went up to the mirror to look at herself, still shocked that the gum had worked. And then she felt it. Her stomach was beginning to softly rumble, and she knew her fate. Amy watched as her belly started to gradually push forward. She frantically tried to suck it in, but this only seemed to speed up the juice. She was starting to look pregnant, and her t-shirt was riding up over her swollen stomach. Amy let out a sharp cry as she felt the juice in her breasts. They grew from a C, to double D's, to triple F's... Meanwhile, the rest of her body was filling up just as quickly. Her butt was pushing against the back of her jeans, threatening to rip them at any moment. Her shirt was stuck under her boobs, but her belly had grown huge, and was hanging far down over her legs. She was too scared to look at herself like this in the mirror, but she realized that she wouldn't have been able to anyways. Her neck was slowly disappearing into her body, as she started to round out. Her arms shrunk into her sides, uselessly laying against her swelled hips. Her legs did the same, and she fell onto her back. Only now did she understand just how big she was. The amount of juice that she could feel sloshing around inside of her was much more than she could fit in her bathtub, but as she caught a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror, she knew that her expansion was far from over. Amy was now a ball. A helpless ball, filled with blueberry juice, far too big and round to move. The remains of her clothes were scattered around her, a reminder of just how much she'd grown. All she could do was wait. Her body continued to fill with juice, bringing her closer and closer to the ceiling with each passing second. She felt her left hip brush against the wall. She hoped the swelling would stop before... before she... She didn't even want to think about it. She was now inches away from hitting the ceiling. She closed her eyes, preparing for an explosion. But it never came. She opened them and blinked. Amy was now a giant blueberry, taking up her entire apartment. But she hadn't popped. Minutes went past before she started to get annoyed. "Come on, gum... You turn me into this enormous blob, but you don't pop me?" She summoned all her strength in an attempt to move, but her massive body just shook the hundreds of gallons of juice inside her. Her annoyance quickly turned to fear as she realized that she was stuck like this until someone found her. She bit her lip, tasting blueberries. A few hours of complete boredom later, Amy was close to tears. She figured it was probably quite late, and she knew that sleeping would help her pass the time. Her dreams were filled with blueberries, she couldn't get them out of her head. Morning came, and a thin ray of sunlight came from a window near a corner of the room that Amy's body hadn't completely covered. Amy slowly blinked, breathing heavily. She was still massive, but some of the juice had leaked overnight. She was lying in a puddle of it. Amy smiled, and she shook her body again. The puddle grew larger. She felt the juice leaving her body, and tried to enjoy it. Once she got herself small enough to sit up, she carefully did, and she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. There was no doubt that she was enormous, but at least this was more manageable. She shifted her weight and felt the juice slosh around inside her massive body, but no more came out. That's when she heard it. Her phone was lying a few feet away. She could see that she had cracked it and probably damaged the speakers when she had filled up the apartment, but it was still working. It rang again, softly beeping. With all her energy, Amy threw herself in the direction of it, and her body rolled sideways. Just as she hoped, her head landed on the screen, and answered the call. "Ames, what's up?" This was Kate, one of her best friends. "I was thinking of coming over later, you got any plans?" Amy's body had swallowed up her neck, but she managed to get out a few words. "Come. Now. Door locked. Break window. Need help." "Oh my god, what happened? I'm on my way!" Kate hung up. Amy was lucky that she lived on the ground floor. She closed her eyes, trying to get comfortable until her friend arrived. Ten minutes later, she heard something thrown at the window behind her. Another object was thrown, this time breaking through. Kate climbed through the narrow opening. "Amy, I don't know what to say..." She looked at her friend. "You're blue. And huge." Amy was beyond embarrassed, but she knew how lucky she was to have someone with her. "Just help. Roll me up." Kate walked behind, and placed her hands on Amy's body. She playfully poked her. "Whoa, you're filled with juice!" "Not a joke. Help." Kate poked her again. "It's not every day you find your friend as a blueberry. How'd it happen?" "Gum. Bought a pack." Kate walked across the room and picked up the pack of gum. "Oh, like in that movie? That's crazy it actually worked..." "Just help me!" Amy was getting restless after nearly a day of being a giant blueberry. "How?" Kate was focused on reading the label on the package of gum. "I... I don't know..." Amy tried to empty herself of some more juice, but she couldn't get any more out. "There's 11 more sticks in here! If you got this big from just one..." Kate took out another stick of gum. Amy started to get nervous. "Please... Help me..." Kate walked back over to Amy with the gum. "You're a blueberry. I've got no idea how to get all that juice out of you, and even if I did, you're blue. But I'm getting curious about something, and you're completely helpless." Amy began to cry. Blue tears rolled down her face. "Oh, come on. You did this to yourself." Kate started to unwrap the rest of the sticks. She squeezed all 11 of them together in her palm, creating a ball of blueberry gum. "I'd get you out of the apartment so you've got room to grow, but you're way too heavy for me to move." Amy clenched her teeth together, refusing to open her mouth. A small puddle of juice was beginning to form under her. Kate poked her massive belly. "Ames, open up." Amy was slowly managing to juice herself. Her arms were gradually becoming arms again. Kate was trying to get her mouth open, and she didn't notice as Amy reached out to grab it from her hands. "Hey!" Surprised, Kate stepped backwards, and stumbled. She fell onto the floor, nervously looking up at Amy's swollen, blue face. Amy dropped the ball of gum into Kate's shocked, open mouth. Hitting the back of it, Kate gagged, and accidentally swallowed it. Her eyes widened as she slowly got to her feet. "Amy... Maybe-maybe it won't work if I can't chew it?" Her hopes were crushed as she began to taste tomato soup. She struggled to imagine just how big she was going to become. "Serves you right." Amy leaned back, continuing to juice herself. She was now the size of an extremely obese woman, a significant change from the previous day. Kate was starting to freak out. The tomato soup changed to roast beef, and she quickly left Amy's apartment, slamming the door behind her. She needed to find somewhere to expand. Kate crossed the street, pushing through a group of pedestrians. The taste of blueberry pie filled her mouth, and she froze. She looked at her hands, and saw her fingers become violet. Kate began to run. She didn't know where to go, but she was terrified. The color had reached her elbows now. Kate raced down the street in a panic. She saw her reflection in a shop window, and watched her neck turn blue, then her mouth, then her nose... People started to notice her and pointed to each other. A small crowd was gathering around Kate, trapping her. The swelling happened much quicker this time than with Amy, since Kate had swallowed much more gum. Within seconds, she was looking pregnant. A few seconds later, she was rounding out. Kate took a few steps forward before her legs were sucked into her body. Her arms were sucked in as well, and the crowd began to back away. "Help me... Please... " Kate sobbed, understanding how Amy must have felt. She was now about as big as Amy was when she left the apartment, but growing rapidly. A curious man walked up and poked her in the butt. "She's filling with juice!" The crowd muttered excitedly to each other, but Kate could hardly hear, since her ears were so squashed. She was bigger than a car now. Cars had been forced to stop, and fascinated drivers got out and joined the crowd to watch. Kate quickly passed Amy's biggest size, and her swelling sped up. She was covering the street, her head becoming a tiny dot on her absolutely massive body. People were scrambling to get away from her, realizing what was going to happen. Amy had now gotten herself to a much more practical size, and she slowly got to her feet. She was still completely blue, and quite plump, but this would have to do. She threw on her biggest pair of leggings and a t-shirt that barely covered her belly, and she walked out of her apartment. "Quick, run!" A man sprinted past her, and she looked up to see Kate, who had grown bigger than some of the buildings. The massive blob was still growing, and Amy almost felt bad. She started to walk towards Kate, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Kate couldn't see anything but her giant blue body, stretching out hundreds of feet in every direction. Amy watched as Kate continued to swell, but she noticed it was slowing down. She stepped back every time Kate grew bigger, but she was starting to realize that the gum wouldn't allow her to pop just from expanding. Amy poked the blueberry. She knew that popping her would mean flooding the city, but could she leave her like this? The swelling continued to slow down, eventually finishing. Kate blinked. She was indescribably huge. Amy stepped back to gaze at the blueberry in awe. She couldn't believe just how enormous her former friend had become. Kate was beyond helpless in this state. She couldn't even wiggle her fingers, which were now sausage-like, and tiny at her sides. She took deep breaths, tasting and smelling blueberries with each one. Amy was struggling to figure out what to do. She realized that she was the only one anywhere near the blueberry, and it's fate was in her hands. She also knew that popping it would cause all of the juice to burst out, and the force from millions of gallons of blueberry juice was not something that she wanted to face. She turned around and began to walk away, when she heard the juice again. Maybe the gum couldn't prevent someone from popping if they had 11 pieces of it... Amy wasn't going to stick around to find out. She ran as fast as she could, slowed down by the remaining juice in her body, but determined to get out of range of the overfilled blueberry. Kate heard the juice too, and knew what was about to happen. Her skin had been stretched to an incredible size, and it wasn't going to be able to hold all of the juice inside. She licked her lips, tasting delicious blueberries, and closed her eyes. BOOM! It took weeks for the city to recover from the flood. Amy hadn't been able to get any more juice out of her body, but she was thankful that she hadn't ended up like Kate. She was still completely blue, and a very large girl, but she was starting to get used to it. She was cleaning her apartment today, when she noticed the empty package of gum under a chair. She picked it up, and almost threw it away before feeling a final piece wedged at the bottom. "Kate must have not noticed this..." Amy held the last stick in her hand, and unpeeled it. She could smell the familiar scent of blueberries. It was nearly irresistible. She tried to snap out of her trance. Amy thought about everything that had happened in the past few weeks, but the stick of gum was beyond tempting. And so she popped it in her mouth. "Mmm, tomato soup!"

Title: Total Trust Chapter One: Pressing On by CherryBlossomSystem Tags: Gay Relationships, Lucario, M/M, Pokemon **Comments and feedback are welcome this is my first try at a Pokémon story please let me know how I am doing. The locations are based on The Pokémon Platinum game\_. Let it be noted that bold and italicized text indicates telethapy is being used.\_** **DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Rights to Pokémon or any of its Affiliates. The Rights to Pokémon and All of its Affiliates are the property of Game Freak Inc.** **Chapter 1: Pressing On** (Max) \_"Gardevior NOOOOO!" \_I jolted awake from my dreams soaked in sweat to see that Lucario my Pokémon partner was looking at me startled. "Sorry buddy I didn't meant to wake you up" I stretched my back and ran a shaky hand through my hair sighing. " ***You had the dream again didn't you?*** *"* Inquired Mist my Lucario using telethapy. ***"Yes, I still feel guilty about it. If I had not run into the battle she would still be here.*** *"* I mumbled into Mist's shoulder as the bipedal canine hugged me tighter. *"* ***Your Aura fluctuates a lot when you dream like that"*** I detected the note concern in his voice and said aloud "Sorry for scaring you." As I spoke, I gently rubbed the lobes on Mist's head and he closed his eyes enjoying it. "Could you let me go so I can get dressed? Then we will go train." I whispered and he blushed turning around and staring pointedly at the cave wall. I snickered and quickly donned my clothes and clipped on my Pokedex and Pokeball belt. Mist's Pokeball was the only one clipped onto it. I checked my backpack, a few cans of food for Mist and myself, camping gear, a handful of potions and revives along with a few berries.I then turned on my Poketech and scanned Mist just to make sure he was healthy. The Poketech beeped telling me that he was fine. Then I turned on the map function to see where we would head next. I traced a finger down route 214 and figured that it was finally time to move on. I checked my collection of badges counting Coal, Forest, Cobble, and Fen I sighed with relief that they were all there but felt like I was drowning as I stared at the Cobble badge. I shook me head and then I tapped Lucario on the shoulder to let him know I was ready and we headed out of the cave. He walked along beside me silently while I desperately tried to shake off the memories of when Gardevior, my first Pokémon died. *Flashback...* **Location: Veilstone City** It was just after my Gardevior had defeated Maylene and we exited the gym to celebrate I intended to head to a restaurant so I cut through a back alley. Both of my Pokemon were exhausted after the battle and were in their Pokeballs resting. When I started to turn the corner to reach the restaurant I was attacked by a rogue Joltik. It's trainer tried to stop it but apparently the small Pokemon did not have enough respect for its trainer to listen. It rushed me and Guardevior even in it's exhausted state emerged from the Pokeball to protect me. I shouted a warning but I was to late. The Joltik latched onto Guardevior and sucked out it's life force. Guardevior didn't struggle against the attempt but when I tried to pull the Joltik off her she backed away from me and shook her head. I yelled at her to get it off as it started to send bolt after bolt of electrical energy into her body. I Finally grabbed her and the electrical energy funneled into my body instead of her's. I growled and jumped back as the Joltik jumped off my Pokemon and fired Multiple Electro webs at her. I tried to tear the webs off but the shock knocked me on my butt. Then time slowed down as the Joltik fired it's next web at me. Guardevior reacted purely out of instinct and a black hole materialized in front of me swallowing the web. Then Guardevior slumped against the webs holding her up unmistakeably dead. Her Soul sucked into the black hole as I watched. I tried to dive after her but the hole collapsed in on itself leaving me to hold Guardevior's body and cry my eyes out. Soon after I had left the city as fast as I was able my heart felt like it was breaking and the crushing loss of my friend that I had raised from the start of my journey. I resolved to stay away from that city as long as I could but little did I know that someone else was watching me. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ (Giritina) A portal opened into my world and as I screamed with rage at the intrusion the portal closed and a white and green something floated towards me. It was Translucent in nature and when I fired a Shadow Ball at it the attack failed to harm it. It stopped at my eye level and spoke "Max" before fading into mist and dispersing. I started to wind my way through my world looking for this \_"Max" \_ I found no Max here but myself but briefly a window to the outside world flickered open and I saw a picture of a trainer. He was crying and holding the body of the phantom that had dared to enter my realm seconds before. His tears hit the sidewalk but even as small as they are they would have provided me with a gateway if I chose to take it. Instead I watched the scene in silence and when it faded I stayed where I was floating for hours afterwords. I knew the loneliness this human was going through I experienced it all my life. I kept an eye on him in passing weeks his tears providing me with many opportunities to study him. I admit that I was beginning to be intrigued by this human, so much that I think I would like to meet him if I could. In many of the windows I saw a blue Pokemon with him. This Pokemon had spikes on its wrists and chest and was about the same height as his trainer. I wondered about their relationship but I was more focused on the trainer than the Pokemon. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ *Present* Since that night, I never stayed in the city ever again. I do not know if the Joltik that caused my Gardevior to sacrifice herself for me is still alive and I do not want to know. I stay in the wilderness now with Lucario as my only company. Under the cover of night, we roam and under the light of the sun, we hide. It has been 2 months since my friend was murdered and not a day goes by that I do not miss her. My Poketech began to ring and I glanced at the Call ID to see who was calling. Seeing that the ID was blank, I huffed and silenced the ringer before pocketing the device. When Mist looked at me questioningly, I shrugged and muttered "No ID." He nodded and I turned my gaze to the path. We were currently in East Sinnoh and the trees were losing their leaves in preparation for winter. I shivered a bit wishing I had grabbed my coat before we left the cave but shrugged it off. "Is there a clearing or something nearby?" I asked my friend and he closed his eyes to focus his aura. When he opened them, he pointed to the right towards a dense bunch of trees and off the path. I nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. He put his paw in my hand so I would not get lost and started walking towards the clearing. I heard the occasional Starly stir in their sleep and watched an Illumise and a squad of Volbeat make their way across the sky. The Full moon lit the night occasionally be interrupted by a cloud or too. Overall, it was peaceful outside a nice contrast to my inner turmoil. When we reached to clearing, I dropped my backpack and fished out our meditation blanket along with a few herbs that we could burn to help us relax. I set about making a fire and while I collected, the wood Mist dug out the pit for the fire. Once I thought, I had enough firewood I started to turn around only to see a crouching Houndour growling at me. I could have dropped the wood and ran but I did not want to pick it up again. ***Let us see Houndour's attacks are Tackle, Bite, Leer, and finally Ember.*** I thought to myself. One of the moves could paralyze me and one of them would burn me crisp, though I could avoid the physical attacks if I was quick enough. My little growling friend did not give me a choice however as it's black and orange furred body started to tense faintly and as I dropped the wood and jumped backwards the passing fireball singed the top of my hair. I landed awkwardly and fell onto my butt grunting. The Houndour regarded me as if considering its next move. It used Leer and I felt my body temporarily seize up. I watched the Pokémon as I tried to get my frozen body to respond and fought the panic that was beginning to well up inside my throat. When I could move again I was hit with Ember head on a painful Burn making my right arm sizzle as I screamed loud in pain. When it seemed I had a semblance of control over my body I gave the little fur ball an angry glare. I got into the stance that Mist had shown me from out last training session and faced my opponent letting my anger replaced by calm. I took a deep breath and when the Houndour lunged at me, with its canine teeth bared, I dodged out of the way and when it landed, I waited for its next move. My burnt right arm hung useless at my side while I waited. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ (Mist) ***It sure is taking him awhile to get back with that firewood.*** I thought to myself before closing my eyes and concentrating to sense out his aura. The forest was resolved into a world of darkness only lit by the blue of the trees as they flew past. My mind searched out further for his familiar presence and a flash of red across my eyes followed by an orange streak made me blanch. I opened my eyes and using a combination of scent and Aura I made my way to him and then hid in the shadows unsure if I should intervene or not. He seemed to be quite calm now. He was almost relaxed as he kept his eyes on the Houndour. His stance was a bit out of form and his breathing a bit more labored than what I would have liked but other than that he was in the stance that I taught him. When Houndour tried to Bite him he effortlessly dodged and instead of attacking right back like I thought he would he just waited sizing up his opponent. ***He seems to have it under control.*** Still even if he did have it under control, a human should never fight a Pokémon hand to hand. He was horribly outmatched and he knew it. When Houndour lunged at him, again I jumped in the way and used Close Combat my fist and legs moving in a blur as I hit the fur ball. I landed a final kick and a loud ***CRACK!*** Resounded through the forest and the Pokémon flew back into the dirt panting. ***You could capture it you know*** I said in Max's mind and he shook his head. ***I do not have any more Pokeballs with me Mist. Even If I could catch it, I would not it. It is scared to death we should just leave it*** \_ **be.** \_ I nodded and formed an Aura Sphere in my palm and threw it down at the dirt making a huge plume of debris rise as it struck and exploded. I jumped backwards and grabbed my trainer to keep him safe as I nimbly dodged the falling debris. When we were safe I let him go and even though he was a little winded, he patted me on my head and said "Thanks for the save Mist." I slapped him across the back, which made him stumble. "You're welcome" I sniggered and then ran off with him chasing after me. I laughed and jumped into the treetops leaping from branch to branch. "I'll get you for that Mist" I heard him yell from behind me. I sniggered and slowed down waiting for him. He passed underneath where I hid and I dropped down onto his shoulders making him fall into the dirt. I got up and offered a paw to him trying not to laugh. He took my paw and pulled himself up then shifted his weight and threw me over his shoulder. I angled my body in midair and managed to push off a tree trunk and land right beside him sticking out my tongue. "Show off!" He muttered before starting to gather firewood again. I helped him this time and used a bit of my aura to coax the fire to light once we made it back to the original clearing. Things settled down after that with Max getting into a meditation pose after throwing a few herbs into the fire. I sat right beside him and listened to his heartbeat as he slowly relaxed. Watching my trainer I felt sorry for the pain he was feeling. I also admired how hard he was able to push himself. He has not seen civilization for two months and even though he has cut back on his own food intake, I know that he will need to get to a city soon to restock on supplies. Soon after the *Event* as we referred to it in conversation, my trainer shut himself off to me. He was cordial with me and as kind, as usual, however I could tell something was wrong so one night as he slept I read his aura and fell into his dreams. I could not believe the magnitude of what had happened. While I realized that Gardevior was no longer with us, I believed him when he said that he released her. I confronted him about it and he broke down before my eyes. When he managed to sputter out the truth, I felt horrible for making him relive the memories. From then on, he started to treat me better and responded to me well enough. When he expressed a desire to meditate, I was cautious at first but eventually started to teach him. He seemed to enjoy it. Only later did I realize that while he meditated he was battling his own inner hell. When I realized this, I started keeping a better eye on him. I did not need to worry thought because after every meditation he seemed slightly more like his old self than before. Even from half way across our clearing, I could smell his burnt flesh. As he meditated, I made my way over and grabbed his burned arm and when he looked at me with reproach, I still held on. He bit his lip as my paws slowly made my way over his arm. My muzzle wrinkled in distaste while I let his arm drop. "You got broiled Max. You have to go to a city now to get your arm looked at." He sighed but accepted my point with a nod of his head. "Let's start getting ready then." He grumbled and I grabbed his uninjured arm and tugged him to his feet. It did not take us long to return to Maniac Tunnel and grab our things after chasing away a few Zubat. When Max leaned down to get his backpack, I took it before he could reach it. "You just need to worry about that arm. I will handle everything else." I told him leading the way to Veilstone City. He grumbled but nodded his assent and started walking down the mountain. When I saw two large boulders up ahead blocking the way, I used Aura Sphere to shatter them to bits. Then after making it through the rubble, I supported my trainer down the mountain and past the Chimneys that provided air for the Underground. I stopped briefly to let my trainer rest and took the time to scan the Underground to see if I could detect anyone beneath us. I did manage to detect a few trainers but none of the auras was particularly strong. However, I did have to move Max out of the way when one of them surfaced exactly where he was standing seconds before. Since I could tell that Max really did not want to talk to the new arrival I took his weight again while the trainer behind us shouted "Hey Do you want to Battle?" we ignored him and a flash of red Light cut off our progress as a Charizard emerged from the red light. The dragon roared and a torrent of flame rushed from its snout. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ (Max) ***"Damn Asshole"*** I thought as Lucario propped me up on the wall and then turned to face the Charizard. ***He is a Fire/Flying Type we had better be careful.*** Mist said in my head. I nodded and thought " ***Use Close Combat***!" Mist ran forward just as the Pokémon unfurled its wings and took to the sky out of striking range. "Charizard use Fire Fang!" yelled the Trainer behind me. I snorted and thought," \**Make *him eat an Aura Sphere*." \** While sparks started to fly from Charizard's mouth Mist was forming a sphere and when Charizard swooped in close to deliver the attack Mist shoved the sphere into his mouth and then jumped back as an explosion kicked up dust. When it cleared the dragon Pokémon was clearly in immense pain. "CHARIZARD! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!" He screamed at me running over to his partner. Clearly, the battle was finished and I pushed myself off the wall before replying "Oh I don't know maybe because you decided to be macho and challenge a clearly injured trainer? You deserve what you got." I may have seemed cold but in truth, I was annoyed and my sharp tongue naturally took advantage of that. I turned my back on him to check on Mist. "Everything OK Mist?" I asked him when I approached. He nodded but I still insisted on using one of our precious Potions on him. When I finished he huffed at me expelling a warm stream of air in my face making me laugh. I started slowly walking back down the road again after repacking my bag. Mist traveled beside me in a friendly silence leaving me to my thoughts. ***"Do you think shoving an Aura Sphere down his throat was overkill?"*** Mist shook his head no. "Considering the situation you did the best you could." he whispered and reached for my hand. the pads on his paw felt slightly rough against my skin but I didn't object. As we headed through the grass at the base of the mountain we almost fell into a concealed hole. I marked the spot on my Marking map App on my Poketech before carefully maneuvering around it. Once It was behind us we proceed up the path to Veilstone City.

Title: Remnants of Love and Hope by Doctor Otter Tags: Death, Fox, Gay Relationships, Love, M/M, Violence The Emperor Xing smiled softly as he looked around at everyone enjoying themselves at the fair. It was good to see the smiles on the faces of the people of Han-Ma again. The war had ended exactly one year earlier and this fair was to commemorate the end of that war. Xing though felt heaviness in his breast not seeing a familiar face he had so hoped to see. Suddenly through the crowd he finally spotted him, the young arctic fox from Arca himself dressed in his regular dressings and a wearing his glasses, smiling and enjoying himself. "IAN!" screamed the young emperor in glee, "Glad you made it! Welcome to Ryo-Ma, capital of Han-Ma!" Ian looked over to the emperor and smiled softly, "Indeed, thank you for inviting me to the festivities Xing, everything here looks very colorful and the food!" he said gleefully. Xing nodded and chuckled, "Careful you don't drink too much... you'll end up in someone else's room!" He joked to Ian, "Let me show you around here!" After seeing the many sites and scenes within the capital Ian and Xing gently smiled as they watched other furs who dressed as a lung, an ancient dragon from Han-Ma lore, they saw many magic acts and wondrous scenes. Suddenly, the two came upon a young female fox that was sitting quietly in a fortuneteller's booth, dressed in fine silk and wearing a bandana over her head. "My lord Xing... might I tell you your future, as well as your friend? It's on the house..." she said smirking at the two. Ian stopped and looked to Xing, smiling gently. "A fortune, perhaps we should try it?" he asked. Xing looked wearily, "I'm not sure, some people would be here to scam us... but since it's on the house, what's to lose?" The vixen smiled and looked into her crystal ball and smiled. "My this is strange... I don't see a fortune... instead... I see... I see... a past..." she said slightly startled. Xing looked to the ball and then up to her, "Who's past?" she looked up to him and smirked, "Both of yours..." Inside of the crystal ball, the three of them saw a handsome young gray fox upon a horse, trotting along softly, the young man had his head fur tied back in a long pony tail dressed in finely polished armor and a pair of glasses marching along the dirt road gently. His gaze was laid upon a gentle young soul on the side of the road attempting to pick up his load. He was dressed in peasant's clothing that was tattered and torn all over, wearing with red pants and a white shirt, his flowing brown hair seemed out of place on a red fox such as himself, but it somehow made him more attractive. The young gray fox pulled the reins of his horse gently and dismounted, aiding the young peasant in his menial task. "Oye thank ye sir for helping me..." the young man began to say as he looked up to the young fox. When he saw who was aiding him, the peasant averted his eyes to the ground in utter shame as he realized whom it was, "Milord... Myer Brande... son of the High Duke Jules Brande... I... I apologize, I didn't realize it was you milord..." he began ranting, bowing profusely to his higher up. Myer merely stood there and smiled gently, "Arise peasant, you've no worries... I'm not one to pull my rank around here... what is your name sir?" he asked politely. The fox's lips quivered with fear, quickly answering, "Fiehrick sir... Miles Fiehrick, I run the orchard not too far from here... I'm sorry if I have offended you sir!" he said. Myer slowly took young Miles' paw and smiled softly, "Relax young one... I'm not going to harm you..." he said as he gently aided him to his feet. The young duke smiled as he ran his paw gently found his way to the fox's cheek gently and smiled, "You've no worries to offend me dear sir... I merely was trying to help you out..." Miles softly nodded as he returned to picking up the apples. Myer smiled as he aided him and looked to him as they finished, "Might I ask where you are headed good sir?" Miles looked down, obviously out of place talking to the future duke, " I was heading to my good friend's house, she was ill and I wanted to bring her some of my fruit to help her feel better." He said softly. The young duke smiled as he hopped upon his horse, "May I offer you a lift?" he asked softly as he smiled gently. Miles looked to him surprised, "N... No milord... I couldn't take a ride from royalty... would that not..." Myer shook his head gently and offered his hand, "I care not what others think, I wish to help... but I expect nothing in return..." he said softly, smiling. Miles looked up to him, "But I cannot do this for free sir... I'd be taking advantage of you Duke Brande... How about I treat you to a dinner tonight... after this errand is finished." Myer smiled gently and nodded, "That will be fine..." After some time when the chore was done, Myer and Miles dined on a fine dinner comprised of spiced meat, bread, potatoes and a fine cider from Miles' own Orchard. After dinner, Miles began cleaning off the plates as Myer watched on with utter interest, now out of the heavy armor and wearing a tabard and royal clothing. "Tell me Miles, how has your life been as an orchard owner?" Myer asked idly looking around the simple house. Miles smiled, now more comfortable and confident around his master, "It's a living, I make enough to live off of without worrying about going under any time soon, it's a great life I must say actually," He said softly as he began replacing the dishes into the cabinets, "though I do wish there was someone to share this life with..." Myer suddenly looked back to him and smiled softly, "So there's no Mrs. Fiehrick?" he asked. Miles shook his head, "I would think not... you see... I find... more pleasure spending my time with Men, that is if I made any sense," He said humbly. This peaked Myer's interest as he gently walked over to Miles and smiled gently, "What if you'd find this... man you're looking to share your life with?" he asked. Miles blushed at the question as he looked down, "Well I would forever cherish him... and he would always come before me... I would hold him and love him for the rest of my life... even into the after life I would love him." He said softly. Myer then gently wrapped his arms around Miles softly and smiled, "Really? Like this?" he said gently as he pulled the young fox close. Miles yelped slightly as Myer pulled him into an embrace and blushed even more, "But... but milord! Are you not scheduled to be married?" Miles said warily. Myer looked to him, slightly frowning, "To a worthless biddy that would yak my ear off? No thanks... besides... I too prefer men... Miles... I want to get away from the Dukedom... I'm no royal member... I wasn't cut out for that kind of life..." he said softly. Miles quivered gently, practically melting into the young gray fox's arms as he listened, "S... Sir Myer..." he began, only to be silenced as Myer turned the younger fox around and gave him a gentle kiss to his muzzle. Miles' eyes shot open at the duke's actions but he soon eased into the embrace, feeling so close to the gray fox. When they parted gently, Miles looked to Myer and smiled softly, "S... Sir Myer... I... with your permission... I'd... I'd like to make love... with you..." Myer smiled gently and began to undress the young fox before him, starting with his white button up shirt as he smiled, "Permission... granted..." Miles sighed gently as Myer slowly stripped him of his shirt slowly and lovingly as the two shared another embrace of muzzles as Mile's hands idly began taking off the duke's tabard slowly. As the two slowly made their way up to Mile's room, the heat between the two seemed unbearable, as the two quickly ridded themselves of their pants. The young duke looked to Miles and smiled politely, "I'll need your help first before I can slide in..." he sad gently, rubbing his shoulders. Miles understood what he was asking and gently lowered to his knees, giving his master gentle licks to his bulging sheath until that solid ebon member finally slides out, greeting the young fox's eager licking. Myer moaned gently as his love gently began licking the tip of his shaft gently, rubbing the back of the young red fox's head softly, enjoying the licks and suddenly was taken by surprise as the fox suddenly began deep throating him. Myer reared his head back in utter pleasure, he had never felt such desires, such forbidden fruits from another man before in which he desired for so long. After a few more moments, the young gray fox stooped his lover and looked down, murring softly, "It is time honey..." he said softly. Miles nodded in agreement and gently laid down on the bed, looking back to his lover for the night as Myer crawled over to him, spooning him as he guided his own member into the red fox's tail hole gently and lovingly. "ooooohhhhhh" moaned Miles gently as he felt that ebon shaft slowly slide into his bowels, "M... Master Brande... you're... you're so big... but gentle... I..." he began. Myer hushed his love softly and smiled as he gently thrusts into his mate lovingly and kissing the side of his neck, Myer could tell that Miles was burning in the passion of the moment, groaning and loving every moment of their closeness. Myer couldn't help but touch every inch of the young fox's body, everything about him was beautiful, even his member was beautiful as he gently began stroking it with a free hand. "ooooohhhhhhh Myer..." Miles moaned again, feeling that member slide in and out gently, "knot me Myer... I want to be your mate forever and always!" he said aloud to him. Myer smiled at this as he continued sliding in and out of his lover's tail hole when suddenly he thrusts one more time, shoving his knot into the young red fox's hole and groaning loudly as he climaxed. Miles reared his head back onto Myer's shoulder as he felt that knot tie the two together for the moment as he too felt himself knot up and climax all over his bed. After the two calmed down, Miles nuzzled Myer gently as the two spooned and wondered in the afterglow of the moment. "Miles..." began Myer softly, "I don't ever want to go back... I want to stay here forever, with you." Miles turned his head so he could catch Myer out of the corner of his eye, smiling gently, "Myer... I wouldn't have it any other way." Seven years pass and the two were wedded after their first year of living together. Myer never returned home and had gotten used to peasant life on the Fiherick orchard. Meanwhile, Jules Brande, Myer's father, was worried of his son's demise, and had been searching the world over for him. It would take a long seven years to finally find word of his son, but in the worst possible way. He came upon the orchard just as Miles and Myer were preparing to be off to market, selling the fruits they had harvested from the orchard. It wasn't that he found his son working along side a peasant, but when he saw the glimmer of wedding bands on both of their fingers, that drove him over the edge. The High Duke then drew his sword and dismounted from his white steed as he quickly walked over to the two. Just as Myer had began driving the horse and buggy away, Jules raised his sword and sliced through Mile's flesh, driving the blade directly through his heart. Myer looked behind him to see Miles fall to the ground as he stopped the horse and buggy and ran to his side, "MILES!!!!!!!" he screamed as he picked up the young fox's head. "M... Myer... I... I'm sorry my love..." he said as he closed his eyes gently, forever seeing the darkness of nothingness. Myer looked at his now dead lover and looked up to his father with seething hatred and anger none that he knew before. "FATHER!!!!!" he screamed aloud, "Why did you do this?! Why do you dare stand to see me in this state after killing the man I love?!?!?!" Jules looked to his son with disdain as he replaced his sword, "No son of mine is going to denounce his heritage and live as a peasant!" Myer's heart was filled with rage as he gently pulled out his own sword and charged at his own father "YOU'RE A MONSTER!!!!!!!!!" he screamed as he went for an attack, only to find a sword to be buried deep within his chest. Jules sneered angrily as he then shoved the blade deep into his son's chest, growling loudly, "From this day forward... I have no son!" and then he pulled his blade from Myer's chest, falling to the ground in agony. The Duke then looked over to a pair of twin kits over by the house, watching on with a look of bewilderment. Jules sighed heavily and looked to the Kits, gently picking them both up in his arms, taking them with him to the castle, and before leaving, as an after thought, the still alive Myer would see his own father hacking off the hand in which held the wedding band, causing Myer to scream in pain. As Jules left, Myer dragged himself over to his dead lover and held him close, panting heavily as tears gently flowed over his cheeks. "I... I'm sorry my love... I... I couldn't avenge you... I was too weak... to protect you." Myer then gave a gentle kiss to the young red fox's lips and gently faded into nothingness. It had seemed like eternity, but finally Myer slowly awakened to find himself in a graveyard, slowly sitting up and looking around, "W... Where am I?" he said to himself. Suddenly, he heard footsteps from behind him and as he turned around, a wolven figure stood before him, with the scythe on his shoulder, Myer immediately recognized who it was. "C... Crescent Moon!!!!! That... that must mean that I'm..." Myer stuttered. "Dead?" Crescent Moon finished for him and looked down to him, "Yes... yes you're dead Myer Brande. I'm here to lead you to your ultimate goal... whether it is here, or in the hellish pits of despair, or back on the planet... to find out you must follow me." He said calmly as he walked in a general direction. Myer nodded softly as he stood up and walked along the path with him. It had felt like days, but they finally arrived to Ellysa's palace. Ellysa had Myer tell her the story of his life, of how in life he was a righteous man who would help the needy and give to the poor when necessary, about the consequences of leaving his father and his title and the death of him and his mate. Ellysa nodded softly and looked to him and smiled, "Though your end was truly a tragic one Myer, you're welcome to stay on the Ellysian Isle if you desire... but no this, once you stay here... you may never return to your world." Myer looked at her, still sobbing from telling the gory details of his and his mate's death, "I want to be re-united with my mate... my lover Miles Fiherick..." he said softly. Ellysa nodded softly and looked to him, "You're mate is already en-route to the world again... if you wish to see him again, I can have you reincarnated..." Myer looked to her and smiled, tears still streaming down his cheek, "You... You could?!?!" he said. Ellysa nodded and gently began touching his cheek, "Since you died so horribly, I will grant you a gift... the gift not many receive... in the next life your fur will be snow white, you will have astral projection, and the ability to heal those who are wounded. You will be a Soul Fox..." and with that, Myer felt a sudden pull from behind him as his soul was suddenly pulled back towards the earth. It would take a few years but Myer's soul returned to earth in the form of a baby crying to a pair of brewmeisters in Arca. "It's a Boy!" said the father gleefully as he picked up the young snow fox kit into his arms smiling. The mother slowly held her arms out as the father gently gave the kit to her, she smiled gently and looked to her lover, "He's so tiny... and adorable..." she said softly. The father smiled and looked to her, "So, Isolde, what do you want to call him the seventh child of your litter?" The young mother smiled and looked to the father, "You know Liam... I've always loved the name... Ian... Ian Rainhardt." The father nodded softly and smiled, "Ian... wonderful name love." Meanwhile, four years later on the other side of the world, Miles' soul was sent to the land of Han-Ma as a young kit over there. His mother held him tightly in her arms, smiling as he gently suckled on her breast for nurishment. Suddenly, the emperor comes rushing in and smiled, "Mina?! Mina You have given birth?! When I heard from the other side of Han-Ma I rushed over here..." She smiled gently and looked down to him, "Yes My dear Lou, I've named him Prince Xing, the first of hopefully many children to come." The father smiled brightly at the young one as he fell asleep in his mother's arms, "Something tells me this lad will have a wonderous future ahead of him..." Ian and Xing stood looking at the crystal ball, wondering if what they had seen was true. Xing looked up and began to speak, "Oracle... is this vision..." but before he could finish, she was already gone. Ian looked to Xing and shivered a bit, "That was a little weird, but it would explain many unanswered questions between the two of us..." Xing nodded softly and looked up, realizing it was getting late, "We should return to our rooms... it is getting late, do you have a place to stay Ian?" Ian shook his head softly, "Unfortunately I cannot read your home language, I only know the language of Arca." He said blushing softly. Xing nodded softly and smiled, "No worries, you can come back to the palace with me... I'm sure Lady Sun wouldn't mind it..." with that, the two began walking back towards the palace. Ian suddenly stopped and looked to the crystal ball, blinking a bit, seeming very familiar, as if he heard of a story of a fox woman who had the power to see the past lives of ever being. Ian shook his head, dismissing it as a fantasy and began walking back to the palace, but from the shadows, stood the oracle as she smiled, watching the two leave. "Believe it or not Xing and Ian," she began, "But this is all true... and Myer and Miles were destined to live together in harmony... know this you two, you both will be each other's rock when being taken in by the storm." And with that she vanished back into the shadow, from whence she came, leaving unanswered questions of her true identity and mission.

Title: A Bellhop's Duties Ch. 01 Tags: steve cooper, lifted receiver, finally steve, room phone, standing proudly, stood held, phone dead, phone company, pants leg, mouth bob *Summary: Sometimes my job has definite perks. Note: 1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous. Only engage in it without protection if you know and trust your lover or if you like things like Russian Roulette. Remember this is a work of fantasy, not reality. 2) This story involves graphic sex between 2 men. If this kind of thing offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with.* \* \* \* \* \* Many of you are aware of bellhops as those characters in movies that respond when a bell is rung at the front desk of a major hotel. And that's not too far off from the truth. But, beyond taking luggage up to a room or out to a cab, we have many other duties to perform. Some might even surprise you. I work for a large downtown hotel. I've been a bellhop for several years since I was downsized out of my previous job. But, while the pay isn't that great, the tips can be quite sizable. And the stress is far lower. For a young single guy, it's just about the perfect job. Even the uniform is kind of cool looking. Ours are dark blue tunics with white slacks. Gold buttons and white gloves. No hats too. (Those little pillboxes always irritated me in movies.) And my slightly long blonde hair contrasts with the uniform nicely. Also, I've been told I fill out the uniform quite well too. My hours are good. I work from 10 AM to 7 PM most of the time with two days off during the week. My meals are from the kitchen that serves the main dining room so I eat well but I get a lot of exercise both during and before work. (I get to use the hotel's gym and sauna before it opens to the public.) And I can get discounts on travel from the agency in our lobby. So, all in all, I may take home a bit less than I used to, I also get to eat better than before and I don't have to pay fees to any gym. And I owe it all to my old college roommate, Bob. He studied hotel management in school and is now the head concierge at the hotel. He knew I was having trouble landing a new job and suggested I try this for a while. That was over three years ago. And I thank him just about every day. One day, while I was in the process of thanking Bob for helping me out, he pulled my face off his cock to give me a tip. (Did I mention that he and I were lovers while we were roomies?) Seems the rich scion of one of America's more prominent families was coming to stay and Bob thought I could help out. "You're the best worker I have. And you're totally dedicated to any task at hand. Or mouth," Bob said with a wink. I smiled back, "Sounds great. Let me know where and when." Then I took his hardness in my mouth again. Bob isn't too big, about average, but he has tremendous staying power. And, since I love a cock in my mouth more than just about anything else, that's perfect for me. Nibbling lightly on the spongy head, I sucked in just the mushroom cap. I stuck my tongue into the slit and tasted his salty precum. Then I licked down the smooth shaft until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair. Tracing back up the other side, I ran my tongue along the underside of the head until I reached the slit again. Teasing that for a few more seconds, I decided to expand my coverage. I pulled his pants further down and went after his balls. Bob has nicely furry nuts. They tickle my tongue when I lick them and fell like velvet in my mouth. I can easily get both of his balls in my mouth to suck and lick them. This time, I took turns with each one. I licked his scrotum thoroughly then sucked in the left nut to tease the tight skin over it. Then I moved over and sucked in the right testicle. Naturally, after that, I took both in my mouth. After taking off my gloves, I used the fingers of my left hand to play with Bob's ass. I ran the tip of my finger around the tight hole then, taking a brief break from sucking his balls, I wet two of my fingers and slid one into him. Bob's groan told me he was close. I'd been playing with him for nearly a half hour, after all. I moved my mouth back up and took him into me, sucking hard. As I tongued the shaft in my mouth and rubbed the head against the back of my throat, I shoved the second finger into him and touched his prostate. His body arcing off the chair, Bob came and came. It seemed like gallons of his milky-white cum flowed down my throat. But being so used to his orgasms, I happily swallowed his load. Finally, he collapsed back into his desk chair, sighed and pulled my up to sit on his lap. I could feel his still-hard cock pressing against my thigh through my uniform pants as he turned my face to kiss me. Bob loved to taste himself but only on or in someone else. He always reamed me after fucking me and we always kiss after blowjobs. This was one of his special, tongue swabs of my entire mouth. After he got all the traces of his cum he could find, we just sat there slowly kissing and relaxing. Finally, I had to get up. As I stood, I saw a smear of cum on my pants leg. Bob saw it too and swooped down on it, licking and sucking the material. When he finished, there was a larger wet spot on my thigh. It's a good thing I can get my uniforms dry-cleaned through the hotel. Bob stood to fix his pants and said, "He'll be here day after tomorrow. I'll be sure to have you around then." Giving my ex-lover another quick kiss, I said, "Thank you." "My pleasure," Bob said. Then I left his private office to head for the small locker room. Fortunately no one saw me with a large stain on my pants leg. I was looking forward to our upcoming guest. I had heard that he was quite generous when it came to gratuities. And I have to admit that it would be something to brag about to friends later. \~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~ As it turned out, I had a longer wait than two days. Our guest decided it was time to visit old friends in Aspen or one of those western ski havens. However, it was not a total loss, his personal assistant, Steve Cooper, came ahead to look things over. Bob acted as his host and told our guest if he needed anything to ask for Bob or myself and we would see to it. Steve Cooper was a young man, about our age, so in his late 20s. He seemed, under the tailored suit, to have a pretty nice body. He had a pleasant smile, dark brown eyes and short, light brown hair. He seemed like a pretty likable guy. A few hours after his arrival, Bob called me to the front desk. "Mike, I need you to go to Mr. Cooper's room and make sure everything is okay. Just a pleasant little check. I'd go but I have to meet with the catering staff. If there's any problem, page me." "Okay Bob." "If he needs anything, anything at all, I want you to take care of it. Okay?" I headed up to the suite Mr Cooper was staying in. It had a front room with a view of the park, a bedroom to the left and a large bathroom to the right. There was a small wetbar and all the amenities you'd expect in such a hotel, including an entertainment center with a VCR, a DVD player and a large screen television. And, by the way, it was a dump compared to the suite of rooms his boss would be occupying on his visit. If only I could live in such a 'dump'. I knocked lightly on the door and heard a muffled, "Just a minute..." After over a minute, the door opened and I saw our guest in one of the hotel's terrycloth robes. He looked like he'd taken a shower recently. And he smelled clean but I detected a trace of... "Yes?" His question directed me back to the reason for my visit. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. But Bob, Uh, Mr. Reynolds, asked me to see if everything is satisfactory. Can I get you anything? Or do anything for you?" I knew what I'd like to do for, and to him. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but could you take a look at the bedroom phone? Maybe I'm doing something wrong..." I smiled and nodded. He showed me into the bedroom and I checked out the connections. I don't know what the problem was but, when I lifted the receiver, the phone was dead. "I'll get housekeeping right on it," I promised. "No rush. The living room one should work." "Okay, but I will get it looked at. Can't have telephone problems in the city's premier hotel." We walked out into the main room and I noticed the entertainment center was open and in use. From the blank TV screen, I could see that the VCR, or the DVD, was engaged but off. I went ahead and lifted the receiver of the main room's phone and it was dead too. 'Seems like the line to the suite might be down,' I thought. I didn't voice this as it might be bad for the hotel's image, especially to such an influential guest. Instead I blamed the phone company and said I'd get right on it. Then I turned to the door. "If there's anything else you need Mr. Cooper, please feel free to ask for me. My name's Mike. Mike Bowman." "Please, call me Steve," he said as he stuck out his hand. I grasped it, feeling a firm grip but gentle too. "You know, there is one thing. I'd like to order some room service but.." He gestured towards the useless phone. "My pleasure. What would you like? I'll bring it right up." He gave me a quick order for a club sandwich. I nodded and left with a quick "Be right back!" \~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~ As it turned out, my blaming the phone company was a lucky guess. The lines in Midtown were down due to some problem at a switching center. I went directly to the kitchen and gave Gretchen, the day chef, our guest's order and told her to let me know when it was ready. She understood the desire to give the white-glove treatment to certain guests. Finally, nearly twenty minutes later, she brought a tray out to me in the lobby. Thanking her, I headed up in the elevator. As I neared his door, I heard voices and saw the door was slightly ajar. I realized I hadn't heard it click shut behind me when I left. I hoped he wouldn't be too upset. I listened to the voices, not wanting to interrupt anything important but trying not to eavesdrop at the same time. One thing I couldn't ignore was the statement, "I want to suck your cock now!" I was about to leave the tray outside the door, close it quietly and knock then leave. As I reached for the doorknob, I glanced into the suite. What I saw was not at all what I expected. Steve was on the couch, and while I couldn't be sure, I thought his robe was lying open. But, instead of seeing part of someone's head, I saw his arm moving. Then I glanced up and saw the TV was on. And boy, was it on! There on the oversized screen was a scene of a young blonde guy going to town on a large, throbbing cock! Steve was watching porn. And not just any porn but gay porn! Something inside of me urged me into the room. Quietly closing the door, I came up behind him and saw the robe was open and he was pumping his own dick slowly as he watched the boy sucking the man's dick on the television. There is often a sixth sense in a good bellhop that knows when and what a guest needs. This was one of those times. I placed my hands on Steve's shoulders as I said, "Can I be of service?" He jumped then scrambled out from under my hands. Pulling the robe around him quickly, he stood in front of the TV red-faced and trembling. "I... It's not... Please don't say..." I looked at Steve and smiled. "I meant what I said earlier about anything you need. And I do mean anything." I glanced down at his crotch. He was unsuccessful in covering his hardness when he whipped the robe on. And the man on the TV was really moaning as sucking sounds could also be heard. Before he could say or do anything more, I stepped around the couch and led him back. "Please, just relax." I knelt between his legs as I pulled the robe open. He had a great body, lightly muscled and practically hairless. The skin was smooth and pink until my eyes got to his crotch. There was a nice little bush of pubic hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head. Standing proudly out from his nest of fur was a nicely hard cock. His cock was lovely. It was seven or eight inches long and about four inches or so around. The shaft was lightly veined and smooth, the head was moist and absolutely lovely. I wrapped a gloved hand around it and stroked it gently. With my other hand, also gloved, I stroked the flat skin of his stomach up to his muscled chest. Steve closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation of a cottony touch. I know I do. I bent over and took him in my mouth. I laved the head and tasted his precum as I licked his slit, one thing I love to do. Then I proceeded to move up and down his shaft, my tongue in constant contact with his heated flesh. After bobbing on his dick for a few minutes, I moved on to his balls. They were shaved and smooth. What a delight! I suckled them for several minutes before moving back up to take his cock into my mouth again. Still wearing my cotton gloves, I cupped his balls gently in my hands, tickling and caressing them. After bobbing up and down a couple of times, I started to lick it like a lollipop. I took long, slow swipes up from the base to the head then swabbed down the other side of his shaft. One hand slipped to the back of my head caressingly, fingers running lightly through my blonde curls. It brought a wonderful frisson of pleasure to my body and made my already-hard dick even harder. I felt Steve's cock twitch and his ballsac tighten. He was about to go so I quickly took him back into my mouth. He fired blast after blast of hot spunk into my throat. Somehow I managed to swallow it all. It was delicious. After Steve came, I gently licked his dick clean then released it from my mouth. As I stood up, I said, "If I can be of service again..." Steve stood and touched my cheek tenderly. His other hand rested on my flat stomach, I could feel his heat through my tunic. "Do you have to go?" Before I could answer, he kissed me. It was a long, deep lover's kiss that thrilled me to my toes. My hands slid under his open robe to caress his back as our tongues danced together. His hands moved around me too. The hand that had touched my cheek now held the back of my head gently and his other rested in the small of my back. He pulled back from the kiss, shrugged off the robe to stand there in his glorious nudity, and asked, "So do you? Or can I convince you to stay?" I enjoyed his argument and, as I was about to regretfully tell him no, I remembered Bob telling me to take care of our guest. Smiling, I pulled Steve to me and resumed our kiss. Several long minutes later, he sat me down on the couch. Straddling my lap, his dick now recovered and standing proudly again, he sat facing me and leaned in. He licked my ear then nibbled the love, his teeth clicking on the simple gold stud there. Then he whispered, "You have too many clothes on..." He began to lick my lips and then the insides of my mouth as he worked at opening my tunic. Once the buttons were open, his strong, soft hands slid inside to caress my chest. (In the summer, I rarely wear anything under my jacket.) Pulling back, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'm glad I convinced you to stick around." I wrapped my hand around his renewed erection and said, "Oh yeah, you really had to twist my arm..." I took a moment to pull off my gloves. When Steve started to protest, I explained the difficulty of removing cum stains from the material. He laughed and slipped to the floor to help me off with my shoes and socks. Then he gently massaged my feet until they were like butter. After that he turned his attention to the waistband of my white pants. Looking at the tightness in the crotch, he giggled, "Is that for me?" I lifted my ass as he pulled my pants down my hips. Unlike my upper body, I was wearing briefs under my pants. But they were doing a bad job of containing the rage beast between my legs. Steve tossed my pants aside and ran his hands up from my feet to my thighs. His touch was sensuous and exciting while still being gentle. He leaned down and kissed my hard-on through my cotton jockeys. It twitched in response. When he ran his tongue along the cloth-covered length of me, it throbbed. "Oh, I think someone wants to come out and play," Steve teased. Leaning up, he kissed me quickly before he resumed stripping me. Normally I don't care for cutesy playful talk during sex but with Steve it was different. It added something to our activities. Once I was as naked as Steve, he wrapped his lips around my stiffness. His tongue played with the head of my cock then fluttered down the length of my shaft. His hand held me upright while the other played with my balls. I groaned loudly as he played with and love my cock. Much more of this and I would've shot into his mouth then and there. Which was exactly what Steve wanted. He pulled off for a moment and asked, "You're close, aren't you?" When I nodded, he dove back down on me, practically swallowing my cock. That magic tongue of his went to work as he gently pulled on my scrotum. In seconds, I yelled, "SSSSTEEEEVVVVVEEEE!" After that, the next thing I knew was Steve sitting next to me on the couch, holding me. When I opened my eyes, I smiled at him and kissed him. "Thank you. You are incredible." "So are you," he said. Then he kissed me, a long, wet, exciting kiss. After the kiss, we sat there watching the porn still playing on the TV. Occasionally I would shoot a glance at his dick or Steve would eye mine to see if we were recovered yet. Finally, Steve clicked off the TV, stood and held out his hand. "Join me in the shower?" I merely nodded and let him help me to my feet. A task I rewarded by kissing him. "Lead on, " I said after untangling my tongue from Steve's. And what a lovely sight it was to see his tight ass in front of me as we headed through the bedroom into the bathroom. I glanced at the whirlpool tub, thinking of the fun we could have there as he went to the shower. My attention was caught by Steve again as I watched him stretch a bit to turn on the shower. What a beautiful body! Steve steeped under the water and beckoned me to join him. We embraced under the warm, streaming water; the feel of his hard body against mine was deliciously erotic. Our still recovering cocks brushed each other and hardened some more. Kissing gently under the shower head, we caressed each other's wet bodies for several minutes. Then it was time to lather up... Taking the soap, I took my time rubbing every part of Steve I could as I built up a lathery foam on his torso. I paid particular attention to his groin and ass, which he seemed to appreciate, if his groans meant anything. As I washed the suds off Steve, he took the soap and started to rub it all over me. Soon, it was my turn to moan as he gently cleaned my body, especially the aforementioned pleasure spots. When a finger slipped into me, my moan became a loud groan of pleasure. "Looks like someone likes having their ass played with," Steve joked. I kissed him by way of saying yes. Now, I'm not a top or a bottom. I enjoy both giving and taking a hard cock in the ass. Bob was a bottom, except when it came to my blowjobs, and I was currently between anything like a steady lover so no one had really touched me there for a while. When Steve fingered me, it was (I hoped) a promise of bigger, and better, things to come. When I asked him if he planned to fuck me, he smiled and asked, "You want me too?" "Oh yes..." "Well, we'll see," he teased. "But first, I think there's something you need to take care of. After all, you want your guests happy, don't you?" Cupping his tight ass in both hands, I kneaded the firm cheeks as I replied, "I always believe in making the customer happy. How's this?" I poked a finger at his tight hole again and he yelped, "Oh yeah! Right there! I need you to fuck me..." I drop to my knees in the shower, turned him around and spread his cheeks. Steve leaned against one of the walls of the shower as the water cascaded down his back and trickled past his anus. As I leaned in, I swear his ass winked at me. I laughed, "Your ass is winking at me!" "It just means it's happy," Steve replied with a giggle. That giggle changed to a low moan when I began to swab his tight little pucker. The low moan grew as I pushed my tongue into his ass, French kissing him down there. I took my time, licking the edge of his tight sphincter and pushing into him. By the steady state of his moaning, and the way his cute little ass shoved back at me as it moved around, I think Steve was enjoying my work. By this point, I was again hard as a rock. Reaching around, I foudn Steve was as well. Ah, the joys of being young. We were both ready to go again less than an hour after we both enjoyed marvelous blowjobs (if I do say so myself). I continued to rim his ass for some time though. In case you haven't picked up on it, I'm a very orally-fixated person. I love to use my mouth for pleasure - mine and my partner's. Finally, Steve stood straight. "I want your hard cock in me. Now!" Then as a nice, little afterthought, he added, "Please." I stood and held his hip with one hand while guiding my dick with the other. His ass was tight! It was apparent he was used to taking dicks up his ass but it must've been some time since he had been fucked. I slowly pushed with the flared head of my cock until it slipped into Steve. He moaned and fell forward onto his crossed arms. I stopped for a moment, "Are you alright?" "Oh yes... Please... More..." I happily obliged and shoved more of my length into him. Once I was buried to my pubic hair, I began to slowly saw in and out of him. I could feel his prostate as I went in deep and Steve felt it too. Every moan made my smile grow even as my excitement was growing. As I continued to fuck Steve's ass, he leaned back to me. Taking one hand from his hip, he guided it to his nipple. I willingly began to tweak and roll it as I thrust in and out of his hot, tight ass. It didn't take long before my cock exploded again, coating his rectum with my creamy cum. It was all I could do not to fall over onto Steve. I held him as my cock shrank, occasionally stroking his still-rigid dick. When I softened enough and slipped out, I dropped down and began to suck and lick his oozing asshole. After thoroughly cleaning him up, I stood and shared my treasure with him. All this time, the warm water of the shower was poring down on us. Thank God for the large hot-water heaters hotels use. Before we began to prune too much, Steve took my hand and led me out of the stall. Then he lovingly caressed me with a soft, absorbent towel. He even remembered to be careful of my still-sensitive dick. I then toweled him off, being equally careful of his hard cock for different reasons - I wanted him in my ass. Badly. Once dry, we stood and kissed before Steve took my hand and led me to the large bed in the other room. \~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~ The phone rang as I was flat on my stomach with my new friend laying on top of me, slowly, gently fucking my ass. I groaned. What a time for the phones to start working. Amazingly, without missing a beat, Steve hit the speaker phone button. After a long moment, he said, "Yesss?" "Mr. Cooper, this is Bob at the front desk. I just called to let you know the phones are working again." I groaned lightly as Steve's dick prodded my prostate. "Is everything okay, Mr. Cooper?" Steve laughed. "Yesss. E-everything it just gr-reat!" "Good. Is Mike taking care of you?" "Oh God! Yes! He certainly is!" I didn't know whether to groan, laugh, or moan in pleasure. Fortunately, the conversation was at an end. "B-bob, if there's nothing el-else, I have a pressing engagement to...to attend to..." "Of course. Sorry to bother you Mr. Cooper." The line went dead and we both started to laugh. And this led to his cock moving around and around in my ass. What a feeling! Steve resumed his slow pistoning of my rectum as he kissed and licked the back of my neck and ear. Soon, his pace picked up and I knew I was about to receive another helping of his love potion. "Oh GOD!!! MIKE! I'MMM CCCUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" As he blasted a load into my ass, coating my rectum with his sweet honey, I spurted yet another load into the sheets under me. My cries were muffled by the pillow under my head but Steve made up for that. Several minutes later, we lay in each other's arms, exchanging gentle sweet kisses while we gently touched and caressed each other. "God, you are fantastic, Mike! I love your ass, your cock, your mouth. I love..." I silenced him with a long loving kiss. "Let's just wait before we go too far. Okay?" I finally said. Steve laughed and caressed my asscheek, "Too far?" I smiled back at him, "You know what I mean." "Fair enough. But, as long as I'm in town, how about keeping me company? Here in the suite and while I take care of things in town." I looked deep into his dark, soulful eyes and said, "It'd be my pleasure." The kiss that followed was again incredible. *The End (for now)*

Title: Safarierlebnisse 1 by Sarno Tags: Anal, Bisexual, Fox, German Language, M/M/F, Oral, Tiger, Toys, Vaginal, Wolf So, das ist nun der 1. Teil meiner ersten Yiffstory, ich hoffe mal das sie euch gefällt. Achja wer die Story lesen will muss mindestens 18 sein. Über kritik würde ich micht freuen. Und nun, viel spaß beim lesen. Safarierlebnisse - von Sarno Wie so oft surfte ich mal wieder im Internet, um zu sehen ob es was Neues gab, was mich interessieren könnte. Nebenbei, ich heiße Sarno und bin ein 20jähriger Fuchs. Ich bin ca. 1,80 Meter groß (die Ohren nicht mit gemessen), schlank und von relativ sportlicher Statur. Mein Fell hat auch die normale fuchstypische Zeichnung, allerdings mit einer kleinen Besonderheit, es sieht aus, als ob mich ein goldener Schimmer umgibt, wenn die Sonne drauf scheint. Ansonsten trag ich noch einen Clip am rechten Ohr und ein Lederhalsband. Meistens ziehe ich auch dunkle bzw. schwarze Sachen an, worauf sich, optisch gut passende, lilafarbene (etwas dunkleres lila) Streifen befinden. Während ich mich von Seite zu Seite klickte, öffnet sich auf einmal eine weitere Seite, die Werbung für ein Gewinnspiel macht. Als ich mir diese Seite genauer anschaute, stellte ich fest, dass in diesem Gewinnspiel eine 2 wöchige Safarireisen verlost wurde. Insgesamt 20 x 2 Karten. Diese Safari ging nach Nrey, ein Dschungel in den Land Serila. 'Hmm, so eine Safari währe doch genau das Richtige für mich, um ein paar Leute kennen zu lernen und vielleicht ist ja auch jemand dabei, der zu mir passt' dachte ich mir mit einen leichten grinsen und stellte mir ein paar hübsche Weibchen und süße Männchen vor, da ich bi war. Kurz darauf nahm ich auch schon an dem Gewinnspiel teil. Ich glaubte zwar nicht wirklich dran, dass ich so eine Reise gewinnen würde, aber die Teilnahme war kostenlos und so hatte ich auch nichts zu verlieren. Eine Woche später fand ich in meinen Briefkasten einen Umschlag. Als ich den Umschlag öffnete, fand ich einen Zettel und zwei Reisetickets. Überrasch und glücklich zugleich las ich mir den beiliegenden Zettel durch, womit mir zum gewinn der Reise gratuliert wurde. Als ich weiter las, erfuhr ich wann und von wo die Reise begann. Nach einen kurzen blick auf meinen Kalender stellte ich fest das die Reise erst in 4 Wochen begann und so noch genug Zeit war. Mit jedem Tag der verstrich, freute ich mich ein bisschen mehr auf die Reise. Am Abend, 2 Tage vor Beginn der Reise, fing ich an meine große Reisetasche zu packen. Als ich meine Schränke durchsucht, um zu entscheiden was ich mitnehmen wollte, öffnete ich auch aus versehen eine Schublade, worin sich Taschentücher, Gleitgel und ein Dildo befanden. Diese Dinge nutzte ich ab und zu mal, um mich ein bisschen zu vergnügen, wenn ich mal alleine zu Hause war. Während ich meine Utensilien so betrachtet, bemerkte ich, dass ich mal wieder Lust auf ein bisschen Spaß hatte. Kurze Zeit später begann ich mich auszuziehen, nahm diese Utensilien mit und legte mich auf meine Couch. Langsam begann ich mich an der Brust zu streicheln und rutschte mit meiner Pfote immer tiefer. Als sie an meinen Sheath angekommen war, fing ich langsam an diesen zu massieren, wobei mir ein genießendes knurren entfuhr. Mit der anderen Pfote begann ich nun meinen Hoden zu massieren, während mein Glied immer größer und härter wurde. Als mein Penis seine maximale Größe erreicht hatte, rutschte meine Pfote nun von meinen Sheath nach oben, umfasst mein Glied und bewegte sich sanft auf und ab. Meine andere Pfote bewegte sich ebenfalls ein stück tiefer, um nun mit einem Finger leicht mein Tailhole massieren zu können, was mir wieder ein genießendes knurren entlockte. Sanft begann ich nun mit meinen Finger gegen meine ffnung zu drücken und rutschte etwas hinein, worauf ich ihn wieder herauszog, nur um ihn wieder in mir versinken zu lassen. Dies wiederholte ich noch ein paar Mal, bevor ich aufhörte mit wichsen und Fingerficken, da ich jetzt etwas anderes in mir spüren wollt. Darauf hin nahm ich das Gleitgel und den Dildo. Mit dem Gleitgel rieb ich den Dildo und mein Tailhole ein bevor ich es wieder wegstellte. Mit der einen Pfote begann ich wieder zu wichsen, während ich mit der anderen mir den Dildo leicht an meine ffnung drückte und ihn mir langsam einführte, was mich erneut lustvoll knurren lies. Erst langsam und dann immer schneller werdend begann ich mich mit den Dildo zu ficken und wichst mich immer im gleichen Takt dazu. Nach etwa 3 Minuten bildete sich an meinen Glied der Knoten und ich merkte wie sich der Orgasmus langsam aufbaute, deshalb zielte ich mit meinem Glied auf meine Schnauze und öffnete diese. Immer schneller wichst und fickt ich mich, bevor ich stöhnend meinen Höhepunkt erreicht und ich mir selber 4 große Fontänen meines Saftes in die Schnauze spritzte, welche ich genüsslich herunterschluckte. Nach dem mein Orgasmus abgeklungen war und die letzten weißen Tropfen auf mein Fell fielen, zog ich mir den Dildo wieder heraus und stöhnte noch mal genießend. Danach säuberte ich ihn wieder und wischte mir das Gleitgel und mein Sperma mit Taschentüchern ab. Als ich das erledigt hatte räumte ich diese Utensilien wieder weg und begab mich unter die Dusche und danach ins Bett. Glücklich und erschöpft dachte ich noch mal an die Safari und schlieft dann ein. Als ich am nächsten Morgen aufwachte, fiel mir gleich wieder ein, dass ich noch meine Reisetasche packen wollte. Sicher hätte ich das auch schon hinter mir, hätte ich mich nicht zu ein bisschen Spaß hinreißen lassen. Also stand ich auf, erledigte meine Morgentoilette, frühstückte und begann sogleich weiter zu packen. Während ich packte musste ich völlig die Zeit vergessen haben, denn als ich aus den Fenster schaute, fing es draußen an langsam dunkel zu werden. Eine Stunde später war ich auch endlich fertig. Ich aß noch ein bisschen und begab mich danach unter die Dusche. Anschließend ging ich in mein Schlafzimmer, stellte meinen Wecker auf um 6 Uhr und legte mich schlafen. Pünktlich um 6 Uhr klingelte mein Wecker und riss mich aus meinen Träumen. Ich stand auf und schaltete den Wecker aus. Danach erledigte ich meine Morgentoilette, frühstückte zog mich an. Als ich fertig war schaute ich auf meine Uhr. Es war 6:55 Uhr. Also nahm ich meine Reisetasche und ging zu meinem Auto. Mit einem gestottere ging der Motor an und ich fuhr los zum Flughafen. Der Verkehr war zwar ziemlich dicht, doch war ich bereits 7:40 Uhr da und begab mich sogleich zu Flieger, denn er sollte 8:10 Uhr starten. Eine Stunde und 10 Minuten später landeten wir auf einen sehr großen Flughafen, von den dann der eigentliche Flieger starten sollte. Ich ging zur Info und sah dort auch schon eine Gruppe von ca. 25 Leuten. Zu dieser Gruppe gehörte auch ein Pärchen, bestehend aus einem Tiger und einer Wölfin. Die Wölfin war etwa auch so groß wie ich, also um die 1,80 Meter. Sie hatte ein eine schöne und schlanke Figur, ihr Fell ist größtenteils grau, hat aber auch mehrere weiße stellen, was optisch gut passt. Sie war etwa 21 Jahre alt und trug eine enge Jeans, die ihren süßen hintern noch etwas mehr betonten und ein T-Shirt, worunter sich ein paar perfekt geformte Brüste befanden. Kurz gesagt, sie sah echt sexy aus. Der Tiger neben ihr war ca. 1,90 Meter groß, wenn nicht sogar etwas mehr. Er hatte eine sportliche Figur und seine Muskeln zeichneten sich deutlich unter sein Fell ab, was eine ungewöhnliche Färbung hatte. Sein Fell hatte zwar dasselbe Muster wie bei jeden Tiger, aber die Farben waren vertauscht. Sein Fell war also im Grunde schwarz mit gelben Streifen, was echt gut aussah. Er war etwa 22 Jahre alt, trug auch eine Jeans und ein enges T-Shirt, was seine starken Bauch- und Brustmuskeln sehr betonte. Ich musterte die zwei ausgiebig, bevor ich sie fragte, ob sie auch an der Safari teilnahmen, „Ja" antwortete mir der Tiger. „Schön, Hallo erst mal, mein Name ist Sarno und wie heißt ihr?" fragte ich sie, wobei ich den beiden die Pfote gab. „Tag, mein Name ist Renok und das hier", dabei zeigte er auf seine Freundin „ist Fira". Wir unterhielten uns noch ca. 20 Minuten und fingen an uns anzufreunden, bevor die Gruppe vollständig war und wir zusammen mit den Reiseleitern zum Flieger gingen. Auf den Weg dort hin sprachen wir auch mit den 3 Reiseleitern, damit ich während des Fluges bei Renok und Fira sitzen konnte. Etwa 10 Minuten, nachdem der letzte Passagier sich auf seinen Platz gesetzt hatte, startete der Flieger auch schon nach Neku. Diese Stadt liegt in Serila und ist ca. 70 km nördlich vom Kela, den Dorf, von dem die täglichen Touren beginnen würden. Nach dem der Flieger in der Luft war unterhielten sich auch die Leute wieder, die während des Startes kein Laut von sich gegeben hatten. Auch ich unterhielt mich wieder mit Renok und Fira. „Wart ihr schon mal in Nrey?" fragte ich. „Nein und du?" kam es von Renok. „Ich auch nicht, aber auf den Bildern im Internet sah der Dschungel sehr schön aus". Während ich mich mit ihn unterhielt, erfuhr ich u.a. dass die beiden schon seit 2 Jahren zusammen waren. Da der Flug noch ca. 14 Stunden dauern würde, hätte ich auch noch genug Zeit mehr über die beiden zu erfahren, da sie mich mit der Zeit immer mehr interessierten. Nach einigen Stunden hatten wir auch das Thema wo und wie wir in Kela übernachten würden. „So wie ich gehört habe, soll es da 2er-, 3er- und 4er-Bungalows geben." sagte Fira. „Na Klasse, ich kann dann wohl allein in so einen Bungalow wohnen?" fragte ich mit einem leicht sarkastischen Unterton. Kurz darauf flüsterte Renok Fira etwas ins Ohr, worauf diese nickte und anfing leicht zu grinsen. „Das ist doch kein Problem. Wir nehmen einfach einen 3er-Bungalow, und du kommst mit zu uns." Schlug mir Renok vor, wobei nun auch er anfing zu grinsen. „Hey, das ist ja ne super Idee" freute ich mich und lächelde. Nach kurzer Absprache mit den Reiseleitern war auch das geklärt. Als das erledigt war, schaute ich auf meine Uhr und stellte fest, dass der Flug noch etwa 5 Stunden dauern würde. Da ich zu unserer Ankunft ausgeruht sein wollte, bat ich die beiden mich etwa eine halbe Stunde vorher zu wecken. Kurz darauf schloss ich die Augen und schlief ein. Etwa eine halbe Sunde später wachte ich auf, lies aber meine Augen geschlossen, als ich merkte das jemand an mir vorbei ging. Es war Renok, da war ich mir sicher. Er ging offensichtlich auf die Toilette. Zuerst dachte ich mir nichts dabei, aber als Fira nun auch aufstand, beschloss ich meine Augen zu öffnen, damit sie auch sah das ich wach war. „Wo willst du denn hin?" fragte ich. „Auf die Toilette" sagte sie. „Ist da nicht Renok im Moment?". „Ja" antwortete sie mit einen Grinsen und ging in Richtung Toiletten. Lächelnd schüttelte ich den Kopf und dachte mir 'na dann viel spaß', dann schlief wieder ein. Nach etwa einer weiteren halben Stunde wachte ich wieder auf, als die beiden wieder kamen und sie wirkten leicht erschöpft. Ich lies mir nichts anmerken, dachte noch 'na mit denen werde ich noch was erleben' und schlief gleich wieder ein. Als ich gerade in einen Traum versunken war, wurde ich wieder geweckt von Renok. Er sagte mir darauf hin, das wir in etwa 30 Minuten Neku erreichen würden. Das freute mich natürlich, da 14 Stunden Flug doch ziemlich langweilig waren, wenn man sich nicht gerade irgendwie die Zeit vertreibt (z.B. eine halbe Stunde zu zweit auf einer Toilette). Kurze Zeit später landeten wir auch schon und gingen zu dem Ausgang des Flughafens, wo schon ein Bus auf uns wartete. Nach ca. 3 weiteren Stunden Busfahrt waren wir endlich am Ziel: Kela. Es ist zwar ein kleines, aber sehr schönes Dorf. Nach dem alle ausgestiegen waren und ihre Taschen genommen hatten, wurden allen ihre Bungalows zugeteilt. Wie abgesprochen, kamen Fira, Renok und ich in einen 3er-Bungalow, welche wir auch gleich einräumten. Sobald wir auch das erledigt hatten, gingen wir alle dann auch erst mal was essen. Da es hier auch schon Abend war (wegen den unterschiedlichen Zeitzonen), gingen anschließend alle auch gleich ins Bett, denn der Tag war doch recht anstrengend. Zum schlafen gab es drei Einzelbetten, die man aber bei bedarf mit einander verbinden konnte, zu einen Doppel- oder sogar Dreierbett. Fira und Renok taten dass auch gleich und hatten nun ein Doppelbett, in welches sie sich legten und miteinander noch etwas kuschelten, bevor sie einschliefen (zumindest dachte ich das). Ich legte mich in mein Bett und versuchte nun zu schlafen, was mir aber nicht gelang. Also lag ich einfach da und versank ein wenig in Gedanken. Nach etwa einer halben Stunde hörte ich die beiden auf einmal sich bewegen und leise stöhnen. Währe ich nicht wach gewesen, hätte ich wohl von deren Liebesspiel nichts gehört, selbst während sie zum Höhepunkt kamen. Noch ca. 5 Minuten hörte ich die beiden schwerer Atmen, bevor sie anfingen mit einander zu flüstern, was ich dennoch verstand. Nicht dass ich Interesse hätte andere zu belauschen, aber da ich sowieso wach war, hatte ich keine andere Wahl. „Sag mal Fira, wie findest du eigentlich Sarno?". „Niedlich und du?". „Ich auch. Was meinst du, sollten wir ihn mal fragen?". „Ich denke schon. Vielleicht sagt er ja, dann würde diese Safari bestimmt noch viel interessanter". „Dass glaub ich auch. Am besten wir fragen ihn morgen Abend". Danach schliefen sie beide ein. Ich dachte noch mal über das nach, was sie gemeint haben könnten und schlief dann auch endlich ein. Als ich am nächsten Morgen aufwachte war es etwa 8 Uhr. Frühstück gab es um 9 Uhr, also genug Zeit zum duschen. Ich zog meine Shorts aus, nahm mein Handtuch und Waschzeug und ging ins Bad, da die beiden noch schliefen, war ich leise um sie nicht zu wecken. Nach dem ich fertig war mit duschen begann ich mich abzutrocknen. Während ich mich am Kopf trocknete, öffnete sich auf einmal die Tür und Fira kam rein. Allerdings war sie genau so nackt wie ich. Wir beide erschraken leicht, da wir den jeweils anderen nicht erwarteten. „Entschuldigung, ich hätte anklopfen sollen" sagte sie, „ich geh am besten wieder". „Brauchst du nicht, ich bin sowieso fertig" worauf ich dann auch das Zimmer verließ. Ich sah es zwar nicht, aber ich merkte wie sie mich beobachtete. Als ich mich umdrehte, um die Tür hinter mir zu schließen, sah ich sie kurz lächeln und schloss die Tür. Während ich zu unseren Zimmer zurück ging kam ich an einen großen Spiegel vorbei und musste mit erschrecken feststellen warum Fira so gelächelt hatte: ich hatte eine Erektion bekommen, wahrscheinlich als ich sie nackt gesehen hatte. War ja auch kein wunder, so sexy wie sie war. Ich versuchte den Vorfall schnellst möglich wieder zu vergessen und ging in unser Zimmer um mich anzuziehen. Doch zuvor wickelte ich mir noch mein Handtuch um die Hüfte, damit so etwas nicht wieder so schnell passiert. Als ich rein kam, sah ich Renok, wie er sich gerade ausgezogen hatte. „Guten Morgen" sagte er. „Guten Morgen" erwiderte ich. Er bückte sich, um sein Waschzeug zu nehmen, was mir die Gelegenheit gab seinen knackigen Hintern zu betrachten. Danach ging er zum Bad, doch bevor er draußen war, drehte er sich noch mal um, grinste mich an und verschwand. Ich ahnte schlimmes und als ich an mir herunter sah, bestätigte sich meine Vermutung. In meinem Handtuch war eine große Beule. 'Nicht schon wieder' dachte ich mir. Ich hoffte dass sie es schnell wieder vergessen würden und zog mich an. Als die beiden wieder kamen, erwähnten sie es nicht weiter. Sie zogen sich an und wir gingen zum essen. Nach dem wir fertig waren, hatten wir ca. eine Stunde, bis unsere erste Tour beginnen würde, die für heute geplant war (Wir erfuhren, dass es 10:30 Uhr losging). So begaben wir uns zurück zum Bungalow, um uns langsam vorzubereiten. Ich zog mir entsprechende Sachen an und packte mir einen kleinen Proviant ein. Fira und Renok taten das gleiche und als sie fertig waren, legten sie sich noch gemeinsam in ihr Bett, um ein bisschen zu kuscheln. Ich sah den beiden dabei zu und hätte am liebsten gleich mitgemacht, aber ich glaubte kaum daran, dass so etwas passieren würde. Nachdem ich den beiden gut eine halbe Stunde beim kuscheln zugesehen hatte, drehten sie sich zu mir um und Fira fragte: „Ist dir nicht langweilig, die ganze Zeit so herumzuliegen?". „Nö, eigentlich nicht, euch zuzuschauen, vertreibt auch ein wenig die Zeit. In sofern ihr nichts dagegen habt." sagte Ich. „Ganz und gar nicht" kam es von Fira schon fast mit einem sinnlichen Unterton. Noch ein paar Minuten sah ich den beiden zu, bis wir unsere Rucksäcke nahmen und zum Rest der Gruppe gingen, die draußen schon auf die Autos wartete, aus welchen wir uns Landschaft anschauen würden. Dann kamen sie. Es waren 3 große Geländewagen, in denen jeweils 15 Personen platz hatten. Nach dem unsere Gruppe vollständig war, verteilten wir uns in die Autos. Natürlich gingen Fira, Renok und ich in das gleiche Auto und warteten darauf, dass es losging. Es dauerte noch ein paar Minuten, doch dann fuhren wir los. In jeden der 3 Autos war jeweils ein Reiseleiter, um uns über das Land, die Einwohner und die Natur zu informieren. Während dieser Tour schauten wir uns aber nur die Landschaft vor dem Dschungel an. Es war eine riesige Graslandschaft, in der nur ab und zu mal ein Baum zu sehen war. Nach etwa 5 Stunden fuhren wir wieder zurück nach Kela. Wir waren gegen 16 Uhr da und gingen erst mal in unsere Bungalows, um uns auszuruhen und ein wenig zu erfrischen. Renok und Fira gingen zu erst unter die Dusche und kamen nach gut 20 Minuten wieder. Kurz darauf ging ich in das Bad. Da meine Kleidung ziemlich staubig war, hatte ich sie auch gleich ausgezogen und in einen Beutel getan, während die beiden unter der Dusche standen. Als ich im Bad war legte ich erst mal mein Handtuch bei Seite und stellte mein Shampoo auf die Ablagefläche in der Dusche. Danach drehte ich das Wasser auf, stellte es auf eine angenehm kühle Temperatur und stieg darunter. Ich genoss wie das Wasser kühlend über mein Fell und meine Haut floss. Als ich genug abgekühlt war, stellte ich das Wasser wieder warm und massierte mir langsam das Shampoo ins Fell. Als ich an meinen Genitalien angekommen war fing ich mit einer Pfote an meinen Hoden zu massieren, was mir ein genießendes Knurren entlockte. Langsam füllte sich mein Glied mit Blut und kam aus meinen Sheath hervor. Mit der anderen Pfote fuhr ich durch das Shampoo in meinem Fell, um meine Finger schön glitschig zu machen. Nachdem ich mir sicher war das er das war, führte ich ihn an mein Tailhole, um ihn darauf kreisend zu bewegen, was mich lustvoll Knurren lies. Kurz darauf hatte mein Glied auch seine maximale Größe erreicht. Nun ging ich mit der einen Pfote von meinen Hode nach oben, um mein Glied zu umfassen und sie sanft auf und ab zu bewegen. Weil es so doch ein wenig unbequem war, setzte ich mich auf den Boden und begann nun etwas schneller zu wichsen. Mit der anderen Pfote ging ich sicherheitshalber noch mal durch das Shampoo um sie noch mal richtig schön glitschig zu machen. Darauf hin setzte ich einen Finger wieder an mein Tailhole und drang mit ihn vorsichtig in mich ein. Als er komplett in mir war, fing ich an meine Prostata zu massieren, was mich aufstöhnen lies. Durch die innere Massage und das schnellere wichsen, dauerte es auch nicht lange, bis mein Knoten anschwoll. Da ich wieder meinen eigenen heißen Saft schmecken wollte und der Druck in meinen Hoden immer größer wurde, zielte ich mit meinen Penis auf meine Schnauze und öffnete diese. Bei den beiden Massagen war es auch klar, dass es nicht mehr lange dauern würde, bis ich meinen Höhepunkt erreichen würde. Dann war es auch endlich so weit. Ich drückte meinen Finger noch mal so tief ich konnte in meinen Hintern und merkte wie sich mein Schließmuskel auf einmal verengte. Kurz darauf schoss ich mir stöhnend 4 Fontänen meines Spermas in die Schnauze, die ich ohne zu zögern runterschluckte. Nachdem mein Orgasmus abgeklungen war und noch ein bisschen meines Saftes über meine Pfote lief hielt ich sie mir vor die Schnauze und leckte sie sauber, um auch den letzten Rest meines Spermas genießen zu können. Als ich auch damit fertig war zog ich meinen Finger aus meinem Tailhole, stand wieder auf und spülte die letzten Reste meines Saftes und Shampoo aus meinen Fell. Nachdem ich wieder sauber war, drehte ich das Wasser zu, stieg ich aus der Dusche und Trocknete mich ab. Als ich wieder in unser Zimmer kam, lagen die beiden auf ihren Bett aneinandergekuschelt uns schliefen. Ich setzte mich auf mein Bett und zog mich mit sauberen Sachen wieder an. Nachdem ich fertig war, legte ich mich auf mein Bett und schlief auch noch ein bisschen. Dabei träumte ich auch davon, wie ich mit den beiden auf einen großen Bett lag und mit ihn kuschelte. Doch bevor es noch interessanter werden konnte, weckte mich Renok. Es war etwa 18 Uhr. „Na komm du Schlafmütze, bevor das ganze Abendbrot alle ist" lächelte er. „Hm, besser ist das" erwiederte ich und stand auf. Fira wartete schon an der Tür auf uns. „Macht mal ein bisschen schneller, mein Magen beschwert sich schon", was wir dann auch mit unser eignen Ohren hörten konnten. Wir grinsten und gingen darauf auch gleich los. Wir gingen in die große Halle, wo wir schon gefrühstückt hatten. Dort waren auch die anderen und futterten schon ordentlich. Jeder von uns nahm sich ein Tablett und ging dann zu den Tischen, wo das Essen stand. Auf mehreren Tischen verteilt gab es Fisch, Fleisch, Obst, Gemüse und so weiter. Alles war auch schön dekoriert, zumindest dort, wo nicht schon die anderen alles weggefuttert hatten. Ich nahm mir von allen eine ordentliche Portion und setzte mich zu den beiden an den Tisch. Das Essen war sehr lecker und tat richtig gut nach so einen anstrengenden Tag. Als wir fertig waren unterhielten wir uns noch ein bisschen. Nach einer weile sagte Renok zu Fira: „Wollen wir uns den Sonnenuntergang ansehen? Ich habe hier in der Nähe einen Hügel gesehen, von dem das bestimmt gut geht. Er liegt auch schön Abseits...". „Aber gerne doch." antwortete Fira ihm grinsend. Kurz darauf brachten wir die Tabletts weg und gingen aus der Halle. Als wir draußen sagte ich zu den beiden: „Viel spaß noch beim Sonnenuntergangbeobachten, ich geh zum Bungalow zurück." Ich wollte mich gerade umdrehen, als mich Fira an meiner Rute festhielt „Den werden wir haben," wobei sie grinste „aber was willst du denn alleine im Bungalow?" „Keine Ahnung. Was soll ich denn sonst machen, ihr wollt doch bestimmt alleine sein auf den Hügel" antwortete ich. „Das schon, aber für dich haben wir noch ein Platz frei" sagte sie lächelnd. „Sicher?" fragte ich ungläubig und schaute dabei Renok an. „Ja klar. Komm mit. Es wird dir bestimmt besser gefallen, als alleine im Bungalow zu sitzen." „Na gut, bin dabei." Sagte erwiderte ich. „Du wirst es nicht bereuen" kam es von Fira so leise, das ich es fast überhört hätte, dann gingen los. Aber zuvor lief Fira noch mal schnell zum Bungalow und holte eine große Decke. Nach etwa 10 Minuten hatten wir den, von Renok erwähnten Platz gefunden. Es war ein etwa 15 Meter hoher Hügel, von den man das ganze Gelände gut überblicken konnte. Allerdings nur, wenn man sich hinstellte, da das Gras ca. 1 - 1,5 Meter hoch war. Als wir oben angekommen waren, mussten wir erstmal das Gras platt machen, um die Decke ausbreiten zu können. Anschleißend machten wir es uns darauf bequem. Fira und Renok kuschelten sich sofort aneinander, um sich zu streicheln und zu küssen. Ich lag etwa ein halben Meter von ihn entfernt und betrachtete dieses. Es war zwar schön den beiden zuzusehen, aber ich fühlte mich ein wenig fehl am Platz und so rollte ich mich auf den Rücken, um mir die langsam sichtbaren Sterne anzusehen. Es wurde zwar schon dunkel, aber warm war es trotzdem noch. Ich schaute weiter in den Himmel und döste ein bisschen vor mich hin, die beiden neben mir schon völlig vergessen. Auf einmal hörte ich Fira leise stöhnen und ich drehte mich zu den beiden, um zu sehen was los war. Dabei sah ich dass sie beide nackt waren und Renok auf Fira lag, ihre wohlgeformten Brüste massierte und an ihren Nippeln saugte und leckte. Ich bekam große Augen als ich das sah und merkte, dass langsam aber sicher meine Hose zu eng werden würde. Fira murrte genießend, dann drehte sie ihren Kopf in meine Richtung, lächelte mich an und sagte: „Na, gefällt dem Füchschen was wir machen?" Mir war es zwar etwas peinlich, aber es gefiel mir und darum nickte ich auch leicht. Kurz darauf lies Renok von ihren Brüsten ab, schauten zu Fira, diese zwinkerte ihm zu und dann grinsten beide mich in einer Art an, die mich etwas verunsicherte. „Leg dich mal in die Mitte der Decke" sagte Fira. Es kam mir zwar etwas komisch vor, aber ich tat es. Ich schaute die beiden fragend an und kurz Zeit später saßen Renok und Fira neben mir, Renok auf der linken und Fira auf der rechten Seite. Dann begannen sie meine Brust zu streicheln, es kam mir zwar erst komisch vor, doch dann fing ich an es zu mögen, wozu ich noch genießend murrte. „Ah, es scheint den Füchschen zu gefallen" lächelte Renok. „Mal schauen was ihm noch gefällt" grinste Fira ihren Freund und mich an. Darauf hin begannen sie mich langsam auszuziehen. Da ich den beiden mittlerweile schon vertraute, hielt ich sie dabei auch nicht auf. Ich unterstützte sie sogar dabei ein wenig. Nach kurzer Zeit war ich dann auch nackt und schaute die beiden abwechselnd an. Wobei ich Fira´s schöne Brüste, ihren flachen Bauch und schon etwas von ihrer Weiblichkeit sehen konnte und bei Renok, dessen muskulöse Brust und Bauch und auch schon seine Gliedspitze, die aus seinem angeschwollenen Sheath kam. Das und das weitere Streicheln erregten mich langsam aber sicher und so begann auch mein Sheath anzuschwellen. Renok und Fira sahen es und Fira fragte mich: „Du magst das, stimmt´s?". Ich nickte. „Willst du dass wir weiter machen?" fragte sie mit einer schon fast erregten Stimme. „Ja, bitte" antwortete ich. Dabei nahm ich ihren Duft in mich auf und wurde noch mehr erregt. Langsam glitten Fira´s Pfoten weiter nach unten und streichelten nun über meinen Bauch. „Wenn dir irgendwas nicht gefallen sollte, dann sag bitte bescheid" merkte Fira noch an. Ich murrte immer lauter, genoss das Streicheln und antwortete: „Okay, aber ich glaube nicht, dass das der Fall sein wird". Dann glitten ihre Pfoten rechts an mein Sheath vorbei zu meinen rechten Hinterlauf und auf der Innenseite langsam wieder nach oben, bis sie meine Bällchen erreichte und diese vorsichtig massierte. Das lies mich leise aufstöhnen und ich genoss es ausgiebig, wobei nun auch meine Gliedspitze hervor trat. Da ich mich für diese Zärtlichkeiten zumindest auch ein bisschen revanchieren wollte, begann ich beide über den unteren rücken zu streicheln, was sie auch genossen. Fira´s Pfote wanderte weiter nach oben und fing nun an meinen Sheath zu massieren, wodurch ich wieder etwas aufstöhnte und mein Glied nun immer schneller anwuchs. Ihre andere Pfote wanderte zu Renok´s Sheath, was ihn zum schnurren brachte. Renok zog Fira´s Kopf mit einer Pfote zu seinen und küsste sie heiß und leidenschaftlich. Seine andere Pfote wanderte nun zu ihrer rechten Brust um diese zu massieren. Beide hörten kurz mit küssen auf und Fira sagte zu mir: „Du kannst mich auch ruhig berühren wo du willst". Ich schaute sie mit großen Augen an, traute mich aber noch nicht so recht, darauf hin nahm sie meine rechte Pfote und führte sie zu ihrer Vagina, welche ich dann auch erst vorsichtig und zaghaft streichelte. Mit der Zeit wurde ich immer mutiger, begann ich ihre Weiblichkeit etwas intensiver zu streicheln und fuhr mir einen Finger an ihrer Spalte entlang, was sie leicht zum stöhnen brachte. Zusätzlich fing ich nun an mit meiner freien Pfote ihre linke Brust zu massieren. Renok´s und auch mein Glied waren mittlerweile voll ausgefahren und so umfasste Fira diese und begann uns einen zu wichsen. Darauf hin mussten wir beide aufstöhnen und ich drang vorsichtig mit zwei Fingern in Fira´s Vagina ein und bewegte diese rein und raus, was sie auch zum stöhnen brachte. Als mein Glied nun voll hart war lies sie von uns beiden ab und hockte sich über mein steifes Fuchsglied. Sie umfasste es mit einer Pfote und richtete es auf ihre Spalte, danach fragte sie mich: „Darf ich dich reiten?" Ich konnte nur leicht nicken und dann lies sie sich herab und ich drang langsam in sie ein. Das lies mich etwas lauter aufstöhnen und sie glitt weiter auf mir herab, bis meine ganze Länge in ihr war. Sie wartete kurz und bewegte sich dann reitend auf mir, was uns stöhnen lies. Ich genoss ihre enge und feuchte Weichheit, wie sie sich perfekt meinen Penis anpasste und diesen auch massierte. Zusätzlich beugte sie sich nach vorne um an Renok´s Glied zu lecken, was ihn aufstöhnen lies. Nach kurzer Zeit nahm sie es dann zum saugen in ihre Schnauze und bewegte diese noch auf und ab. Da das auch noch direkt neben mein Gesicht geschah, hatte ich eine super Sicht und hatte auch Lust darauf. Also fragte ich sie: „Darf ich auch mal..." „...Renok einen blasen?" vollendete Fira grinsend die Frage. Ich nickte. Fira sah Renok an und er sagte: „wenn du willst, hab nichts dagegen" Ich grinste „Dann knie dich mal so über mein Gesicht, das du auch Fira noch streicheln und küssen kannst" Beide waren richtig begeistert über diese Idee und so ritt mich Fira wieder aufrecht sitzend, während Renok über mein Gesicht kniete und sie leidenschaftlich küsste. Als ich seine beeindruckende Erektion sah, konnte ich nicht widerstehen und nahm sie sofort in meine Schnauze und lutschte genüsslich dran. Renok musste laut aufstöhnen und sagte: „Oh man, Sarno, du bist ja echt gut" Ich versuchte zu stöhnen, als mich Fira nun schneller ritt und massierte Renok´s knackigen Hintern leicht. Ich umspielte nun sein Glied mit meiner Zunge und verwöhnte auch seine Dornen mit. Ich verspritzte bereits erstes Pre in Fira und saugte nun etwas an Renok´s Penis. Zusätzlich bewegte ich meine Schnauze auf und ab, um ihn noch mehr zu verwöhnen und schmeckte anschließend auch schon sein erstes Pre. Fira´s Bewegungen wurden immer schneller und ich begann diese von unten zu erwidern, wozu ich auch an Renok stärker saugte. Wir stöhnten nur noch, allerdings wurde es bei mir durch Renok´s leckeres Glied stark gedämpft. Nach ein paar Minuten begann mein Knoten in Fira anzuschwellen, was sie noch etwas mehr stöhnen lies. Ich schmeckte bei Renok immer mehr Pre, also war er kurz vor seinem Orgasmus. Auch Fira und ich standen kurz davor und mein Knoten hatte nun seine volle Größe erreicht und hakte in ihr, was sie auch sehr genoss. Ich saugte nun noch etwas stärker an Renok und wurde kurz darauf mit seinen heißen Tigersaft belohnt, den ich sofort herunterschluckte. Es war zwar viel, aber ich schaffte es alles zu schlucken. Während er seinen Höhepunkt hatte lies er auch einen lauten Lustschrei von sich hören. Anschließend kam ich auch in Fira und füllte sie mit meinen eben so heißen Fuchssaft ab. Allerdings war mein Lustschrei kaum zu hören, da er von Renok´s Glied in meiner Schnauze stark gedämpft wurde. Noch bevor mein Orgasmus abgeklungen war, kam Fira zu ihren Höhepunkt und lies einen lauten Lustheuler von sich hören, während ihre Säfte über mein Sheath und meine Bällchen liefen. Ich spürte wie ihre Vaginalmuskulatur auch die letzten Tropfen aus meinen Glied molken. Nach dem unsere Orgasmen abgeklungen waren stieg Renok von meinen Gesicht herunter und legte sich erschöpft neben uns. Anschließend streichelten und küssten wir uns noch etwa 10 Minuten, bis mein Knoten wieder abgeschwollen war und ich wieder aus Fira gleiten konnte. Wir kuschelten noch etwa 5 Minuten weiter, bevor wir uns wieder anzogen, die Decken zusammen falteten und zurück in den Bungalow gingen. Dort angekommen duschten wir erstmal ausgiebig und gingen dann ins Schlafzimmer. Wir schauten erst die Betten und dann uns gegenseitig an, grinsten kurz und verbannten nun auch mein Bett mit ihren und hatten anschleißend ein Dreierbett. Danach legten wir uns hinein und schliefen aneinandergekuschelt ein.

Title: Getting Relief by Nogard Tags: Bulbasaur, M/M, Pokemon, Vulpix, Watersports WARNING, THIS STORY CONTAINS M/M POKEMON WATERSPORTS. --- "Tackle him Ter!" I couldn't help but let out an exaggerated sigh. But nevertheless, I complied with my trainer's wishes. As I rushed forward, I hoped beyond hope that this would end the lengthy fight. Inside I knew it wouldn't though. My trainer was a good kid, but she wasn't the brightest person. Here I am, a Vulpix having a battle against a Bulbasaur, and she hasn't told me to use one fire attack. Not one! I honestly couldn't say how long the battle had been going on, but it had to be well over half an hour by this point. It was more like a training session than a battle really. I actually contemplated disobeying her more than once during this fight. Every time she told me to use my quick attack or growl, I wanted to just open my mouth and let loose a jet of fire. Had I done that, I certainly wouldn't be in this position. But I was loyal and a little bit stubborn. I had never disobeyed my trainer before, and I wasn't going to start now. At first it was no big deal, but as the fight dragged on and on and on, it became more serious. No, I wasn't afraid about losing the match, cause I had lost many in the past, and that's no big deal; it was something much more... embarrassing. To be completely blunt, I've had to pee since the battle started. I didn't think it would be a big deal, I mean, I was fighting a grass type, so surely I could battle quickly and then go take care of business. But one thing I hadn't counted on - and probably should have because of how long I've been with Kas - was how illiterate she was when it came to Pokémon battles, but even I didn't expect her to be this bad. Now every attack that she called was that much longer I had to wait to relieve myself, and at this rate, I might not make it to the end of the battle. Luckily for me, the Bulbasaur did seem to be tiring after the countless physical attacks I had dealt him. "Use razor leaf Lux." I couldn't be happier to hear that as I charged forward. Sure I could just dodge his attack, but then it would just be longer until it was over. As Lux stood his ground and released a helix of leaves at me, I put my head down and sprinted right into the heart of it. It stung a bit, but it was nothing I couldn't take, and I would gladly trade attacks if I could hit him full force while he wasn't defending. As planned, he tumbled away from the impact of my head connecting with his, and for a brief moment, he lay unmoving. My back legs twitched half in desperation and half in joy as I figured the fight was over, but unfortunately, he got back up (albeit slowly, but he still got up). Kas said, "Hey Paul, are you ready to call it quits yet?" The Bulbasaur's trainer responded, "Not on your life. We're winning this thing aren't we Lux?" Lux nodded to him and then turned to face me with a determined expression. I would have taken a battle stance in any other fight, but instead, I squirmed in place as I fought my body's urge to relieve myself. I would imagine that I looked pretty silly doing that while they looked on, but it's better than the alternative, and apparently it didn't come across that way. She responded to him, "There's no way you're winning this fight. Just look at Ter; he's literally trembling with adrenaline." Well, that was one way to look at it I guess. It took some conscious effort, but I finally got control of my body again and took a deep breath as I awaited Kas's orders. Paul's came first though, and shortly afterward, his Bulbasaur was sprinting toward me with his head lowered. Kas called out the same attack, and then we were rushing toward each other as fast as our legs would carry us. We both knew that this was going to hurt, but hopefully this would be the one that would end it. As we crashed our heads into each other, the impact was much greater than either of us had anticipated, and we collapsed on the ground in unison. My head was spinning and my vision was a little blurry, but I could still tell that Kas and Paul were shouting at us. It took a bit before I could make out what they were saying, but I finally heard "get up" from Kas, and I realized that I had to stand up or we might lose. Finding the strength within, I got on all fours and stood my ground while I watched Lux lay unmoving. Kas yelled out in triumph while Paul said some word I hadn't heard before. I watched the two of them walk over to each other and shake hands and exchange some words, but as I was watching, another wave of desperation hit me. As Paul bent down to his Bulbasaur, I turned away from them and went as fast as I dared go. I slowed down once I got to what I considered a safe distance away. I looked around first and saw a Pidgey staring at me from a tree branch. Sure I was desperate, but I wasn't going to do that while a complete stranger looked on. I walked on, trying to find some place where I could be alone. Again I got control of my body, so it was a little easier to put it off as I searched for a good place to relieve myself. It took a couple minutes, but I finally found a secluded area, and after one last glance around to make sure I was alone, I spread my back legs and prepared to relax my muscles. That was until I heard the grass rustling. Some movement in my peripheral vision caused me to stiffen up and tighten my muscles again. Turning toward the source, I saw only a flash of green before the Bulbasaur from earlier crashed into me. I tumbled away before finally landing on my back. Before I could so much as try to move, my limbs were held in place. My eyes went wide as I frantically tried to wriggle free, but I quickly found out that I was helpless as the Bulbasaur's vines were wrapped tightly around me. All four of my legs were held to the side away from my body, and I could only watch as he casually walked until he stood in front of me. He didn't look happy, and I soon found out why when he spoke up. "I bet you feel pretty good about yourself don't you? You know as well as I do that that battle should have been over long ago. But no, you had to insult me and my trainer by drawing it out and not using any fire attacks." I opened my mouth to try and explain that I was only following my trainer's commands and she wasn't the best fighter, but as soon as I did, he continued. "Shut up, I don't wanna hear your excuses. I'm just glad that my trainer had a potion handy so that I didn't have to go back to a Pokémon Center without confronting you directly. You thought that you could just run away from me and everything would be fine? Think again." That wasn't what I needed to hear. If he was at full strength while I was still drained, I had no chance of breaking free until he said so. He was definitely more muscular than I, so I would have to bargain with him or calm him down. I managed to say, "I was just doing what my trainer said! Please..." before he cut me off again. "Please what? Let you up so you can go waltzing back to your trainer with your head held high? No, I'm not letting you go until you realize how embarrassing that was for me. How would you feel if you went against a water Pokémon that beat you without using any water attacks?" Hearing him mention water was probably the last thing that I needed him to say. Just the thought of it made my body squirm again. I started to panic. With my legs spread out, I knew there was no way that I'd be able to hold it in. I felt the contractions start, and with a last desperate plea, I stared into his eyes as I squirmed and said, "P-please... let me go." He frowned at me and said harshly, "Why? What possible excuse could you give me to let you go? Huh?" As if on cue, he got his answer. I tried to hold back, but it was useless. Only a few drops leaked out of my sheath at first, but once they did, I couldn't keep the rest back. With a drawn-out sigh of relief, I relaxed all of my muscles as my urine flowed out freely, splashing all over my chin and chest. Some of it ran down my sides to wet the grass, but the majority of it immediately soaked into my white and red fur. My already red cheeks could not have been more scarlet as I was embarrassed beyond words. I did what I could to avoid looking at Lux as he watched me wet myself, but it wasn't any consolation because I knew he was there. I couldn't do anything other than lie there, helpless as my stream finally trickled to a halt, leaving me soaked and still unable to get away. I had my eyes closed; there was no way that I look at him after what he just witnessed. I waited for him to move, or speak, or do anything, but he didn't, and each second I lay there seemed to drag on for an eternity. I tried to think about anything other than what just happened, but with my fur soaking wet and the smell of urine present, it was impossible. Finally, he broke the extremely awkward silence, but it wasn't what I expected to hear. "Damn dude..." Those two words came in a much softer and inquisitive tone than his harsher language just moments ago. It caught me off guard, and I opened my eyes to look at him. Surprisingly, his face was a little flushed as well. Why was he embarrassed? He wasn't the one who just wet himself while someone else watched. "That was hot." For a brief moment, pure confusion replaced all of my embarrassment. Did he really just say that? My eyes finally broke contact with his, and as they traveled down a bit, everything became clear. His member was sticking out under him, and the more I stared at it, the bigger it got. He continued, "I think I know what I'm gonna do to you." My eyes went wide, and in a vain hope, I looked back at his face, searching for any sign that he was joking or just trying to scare me; but all that met my gaze was a malicious grin. I tried struggling to get out of the vice grip of his vines, but to no avail; until he decided to let me go, I was trapped. My heart skipped a beat when he took a step forward, and when his member was near my own nether region, I held my breath as I awaited what was sure to follow. But he surprised me again when he kept moving forward until his member was resting over my belly. Like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to it; I mean, how could I not look at it when it was right there? It seemed to be about the same length as my own, but it was definitely much wider. I wasn't looking forward to whatever he was about to do, but as long as that thing was away from my rear, that would give me some relief. He lowered himself down until his member was pressed against my stomach, and then he started to rock his body back and forth. Even though I know I should be disgusted with what was going on, the truth was that I've never mated before. So even though I was still covered in my own urine, tied down against my will, and now another Pokémon was rubbing his cock on my stomach... That was a lot to take in all at once, and my body reacted in a way that I didn't expect. Maybe it was just because his balls were grinding against my sheath, but I felt my own member swell very quickly, and it wasn't long before it was poking out, and once it was exposed, it only grew that much faster. I let out a moan from the stimulation, but I don't think he heard me, because at the same time he let out a loud sigh before saying, "Oooh, yes, your fur is so warm and soft and wet! I should just keep you here forever so I can always enjoy myself." I know that last part was supposed to be somewhat of a threat, but my sensitive shaft didn't see it that way, and the sensations of having another Pokémon grind his body against mine were heavenly. I don't know if it was involuntary or not, but I started moving my hips with his. He continued, "Mmf, you're lucky I'm a nng... nice guy though, so I'll, mmf, just enjoy myself a bit before I let you go." Surely he had to know how aroused I was; how could you not feel another Pokémon's hard cock when it's pressed against you? But he neither said anything about it nor did he show any sign that he noticed or cared. Even though I was being forced to do this, I believed what he said and don't think he is a bad guy. I've been frustrated before too, so I can understand that he needs to vent his anger - even if he is doing it in a very unorthodox way. I would also be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying myself too. My cock had gotten fully hard, and with his weight grinding against every sensitive spot, I wanted the moment to last as long as it could. I started panting the longer we continued, and each breath I took brought the heavy smell of musk and urine, but at this point, it only fanned the flames of my lust that much more. Even though I couldn't feel it on my fur, I knew my member was leaking pre. I could literally feel it steadily flowing through my shaft, making it slide that much better against Lux's package. Every time he thrust forward, I saw the tip of his cock spurt pre into my belly fur. The sweet smell of it was intoxicating and I let out a groan as a wave of pleasure washed over my body. Maybe it was my inexperience with mating or just the situation itself, but my orgasm was starting to build up quickly, and my legs stiffened as my hips thrust even faster in response. He had to be getting close too, because his paced picked up until his humping began to grow erratic as grunts of pleasure echoed from his throat. I knew he would hit his peak at any second, because in the midst of all the movement, I could feel his balls tighten, and I could swear his cock swelled even more. As if on cue, I got my answer as he finally shot his pent-up load. "Nng... nnf... ooh... yeah... there it is." He said as he raised the front half of his body up, letting his semen shoot on my face and chest. The smell of his seed was even stronger than both our musks combined, and there was a lot of it! My head was spinning in euphoric utopia with how long his climax lasted; he had to have spurted half a dozen times on my face before the rest landed on my wet chest. When his member finally stopped twitching, he relaxed a bit, letting his weight press against mine as the last bits of semen trickled out onto my belly. The extra tightness was exactly what I wanted. I continued my sporadic movements as my climax inched closer and closer. I could feel my balls start to twitch and pull into my body and my panting had reached a new level. My paws clenched and my tails swished back and forth as they prepared for my release. And then without warning, he got off of me and backed up, leaving me thrusting into the air, desperately seaking the little bit of stimulation I needed to finish. When I felt nothing, I whined out, hoping that he would take pity on me. I was so close! Couldn't he just let me hit my peak? He started chuckling, and I don't blame him. Here I was, coated in his seed, soaked in my pee, and whimpering as my cock pulsed in the air with nothing to bring me over the edge. He said, "I've got one more thing to do to you..." I watched as he turned slightly to the side and raised his back leg. He pointed his still-hard cock right at mine, and with a sigh of his own, urine erupted out of the tip. His stream landed on my member, sending a warm wave of pleasure through its entire length. Given my state of arousal, that was all I needed to reach the point of no return. As urine continued to drench my cock, it stiffened before pulsing wildly as my cum rocketed out, landing on my face to join his patches of semen. He must have had to pee, because my climax came and finished while his stream stayed strong. Before he was done, he shifted forward on three legs, making sure to coat my entire underside with his acrid piss. When his arc finally started to weaken, he aimed the last bit on my face, and I had to shut my eyes and hold my breath until it finally stopped. I felt the grip of the vines loosen, and before I knew it, I was free again. I wasted no time in rolling over onto my stomach before rubbing my eyes. When I was sure they were not going to burn from anything dripping into them, I opened them to see the Bulasaur walking back the way he came as if nothing happened. He said, "I don't know about you, but I feel much better about that battle now." As he disappeared out of sight, he called back, "Tell your trainer not to be so stupid next time." He laughed loudly as the sound of his footsteps receded, and I was left alone to ponder what just happened. Regardless of how I felt about the experience as a whole, I could think about it later; for now, I would have to get clean before heading back myself. I was glad that no one could see me right now. I must have looked pretty ridiculous. I shook my fur, letting the droplets of pee sprinkle onto the grass around me. When I finished, I turned away from where Lux went, and started walking toward what I hoped would be some water so I could clean myself off more thoroughly. As I walked, I heard what sounded like some snickering. I darted my head around to find the source before I finally spied the same Pidgey that I passed earlier staring at me with a wing in front of his face as he tried not to laugh. "Oh shut up." I told him before I sprinted away, hearing him burst out laughing behind me.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping Text: "What do you think of Kelly Small?" Dave asked Andrew as they sat in the cafeteria. "Don't you mean Kelly BIG?" Andrew asked back, using the plump girl's nickname. "I don't think about her at all. She's kinda chubby, don'tcha think?" Dave stared out into space. "She is plump," he said. "But I don't think it's fat." Andrew gave him a funny look. "What are talking about?" "I don't think it's fat," he repeated. "If you look at her closely, there's no folds of fat on her, just smooth skin. And when she walks, she doesn't seem to be slowed down by her weight. It's almost like she's big, but not fat." "What are you getting at?" Dave finally looked at him. "I think she's just partially inflated." Andrew started laughing--until he saw Dave was serious. "Are you telling me you think she's that big because she's filled with air?!" "That's exactly what I'm saying," Dave pressed on. "I have a theory: I think she's a walking, talking inflatable doll; and that if you just poked her, she'd blimp up even more." "Dude, you're sick." "True," Dave admitted. "But I can't stop thinking about it. I keep imagining her blowing up like a balloon, just getting bigger and bigger. It's so beautiful. She may look chubby now, as a heavyset person; but as a balloon, I bet she'd be gorgeous." Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "If that's your theory, why don't you test it? Why don't you give her a poke?" Dave shrugged. "I'm a coward." With a bemused chuckle, Andrew made his way to fifth period. But the seed had been planted. Kelly Small was in Andrew's biology class, and he found himself staring at her. He decided that, yes, if she lost a few pounds, the young blonde might be mildly attractive. But she was just so big... He kept staring at her. As the class progressed, he noticed that, yes, there was a sort of "lightness" about her, as if her movement wasn't hindered by excess pounds. Her skin was smooth, with no visible signs of fat. Just a kind of pleasant roundness to her features. Andrew would continue to stare at her every day for the next week. And then he would think about her when he was at home. Constantly. He found that he would get physically aroused by thinking about her... but how was that possible? He was never interested in fat chicks before. Unless... she wasn't fat. She was just partially inflated. He shook the thought from his head--but it didn't leave for long. He thought of her just as she was... and then he thought of how she would look if she were bigger. And bigger still. Then he thought of how she would look if he could actually SEE her get bigger. And finally, he imagined her as a balloon. He thought of little else for the next few days, until it drove him insane. He caught Kelly at her locker after school, long after the hallways were emptied. Kelly had no friends to speak of, so it was little surprise to see her alone. Andrew approached her. "I think Dave was right about you." She gave him an annoyed look. "What are you talking about? And why do you keep staring at me in class?" "Dave has this theory," Andrew continued. "He thinks you're not fat, just partially inflated." "Oh, that is so funny," she sneered bitterly and turned to leave. But Andrew blocked her path, and she stopped suddenly, as if afraid to touch him. "He also thinks," Andrew went on, "that if I poked you, you'd just bloat up like a blimp." "Get away from me," she told him, and she tried to step away. But then Andrew poked her. "Don't!" Kelly cried, but it was too late. There was a soft hissing sound, and her entire body filled up noticeably bigger: her stomach; arms and legs; her hips and thighs; her breasts and her ass--all swelled up like a tire on a pump. "Oh my god," murmured Andrew. "It's true." "Please don't do that!" Kelly urged him. "I have to avoid bumping into people, or I just bloat up like this. And I don't want to get any bigger!" Andrew's eyes lit up. "How... how big can you get...?" Kelly looked terrified. She backed away from him, about to bolt away. But Andrew poked her again. "No!" she yelled, but her body began to hiss and bloat up all over. Her jeans, already tightly packaged, groaned as they filled out farther, stitches snapping as it lost the battle to contain her expanding butt. Her sweater fared little better, as her swelling stomach and breasts stretched it out across her ballooning figure. Andrew heard the strap on her bra break apart, and her breasts made a sudden lunge forward. Then the hissing slowed down, and Kelly's expansion gradually slowed and stopped. She stood there, her clothes torn but still holding, a bloated version of herself. "So beautiful," Andrew whispered in awe. Her body, though swollen, did not have the characteristics of an overweight person: no cellulite, no stretch marks, no creases of fat. He felt her spherical stomach to admire the smoothness of her body. She clearly wasn't a fat woman. She was just a balloon. And all he had to do to make her bigger was... "Please! Stop!" Kelly shouted as he approached her again. "No," he said simply, and he poked her belly once more. The hissing began again. Kelly let out a wail as he her body blimped out farther and farther, her sweater and pants giving up and the fight and bursting apart. All that remained on her was her panties, riding deeply up her inflating behind. But it was not as if there was much more to see: Her girlish features were gone, replaced with just a round, ball-like body that kept growing bigger. Bigger. Bigger. Her arms and legs were virtually gone, with just plump hands and feet sticking out her globular figure. The hissing gradually slowed again and stopped, leaving Andrew to admire his handiwork. "Please!" Kelly repeated. "Look at me! I'm so big and full I don't even look human anymore! Please don't make me any bigger!" "But you're so beautiful," Andrew assured her. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life! You're the biggest, fullest, most beautiful balloon ever! I--I've just got to make you bigger!" "Help!" Kelly cried out, but none was forthcoming. He poked her again. "Noooo! I don't want to get bigger!" But her cries had to be shouted over the hissing sound that accompanied her increased expansion. Her body grew bigger, so much bigger, as she helplessly inflated. Andrew stood entranced as she filled up the hallway, her body now so puffed up that no one could get around her. Her head got closer and closer to the ceiling as the inflation pushed it higher and higher into the air. Her skin pulled tighter and tighter as it grew more and more transparent. She grew and grew and grew until once again she slowed to a stop. "I'm begging you!" she called out to him. "I'm so blown up, I feel like I'm about to pop! I don't want to explode! Please! If I get any bigger, I just know I'm gonna BURST!" Andrew ran his hand over her tight, round body, admiring its smoothness, relishing the squeaks her body gave as it fought to keep the air inside her. "You know," Andrew said. "I think you're right. I don't think you can get any bigger. One more poke, and you'd inflate till you popped!" He outstretched his arms and, as best he could, wrapped them around the front of her body to give her a hug. Then he stepped back to give her another loving look. "Goodbye, beautiful, beautiful balloon-girl!" And before Kelly could protest... he poked her once again.

Title: Sirius: Book one - The Beginning: Chapter 6: The Journey by WhiteArcticFox Tags: Dream, Fantasy, First Time, Fox, Gay Relationships, M/M, Romance, Sci-Fi, Wolf A/N: Okay guys, the ever-anticipated Yiff is here! That's right, our *heroes* explore their sexuality, sort of... you'll see... Warning: This story contains mild language, sexual scenes, and homoerotic behaviour, if this offends you or you are under the age of 18, you are warned to turn back now. That being said, on to chapter 6! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Chapter 6: The Journey Axis walked beside Jasyn, smiling timidly. His ears were perked and he had a few ideas in his head. Jasyn walked quietly aswell, thoughts of Axis in his mind. Though the Sirian Fox was younger and smaller, he was stronger. Jasyn, being the wolf that he was, shouldn't have liked that, but he did... in fact, he liked it a lot. Axis blinked a few times, wondering what Jasyn was thinking about. He was almost trance-like in demeanour. Suddenly he got an idea and he pressed Jasyn against the wall. Jasyn blinked a couple of times, his eyes vacant for now, not really registering what was going on. His training had helped him to accomplish that sense of near-trance. The young Sirian Fox sighed and suddenly pressed a deep, fiery kiss on Jasyn's muzzle. His tongue dared to trace the contours of the wolf's lips, and Jasyn moaned out, and snapped awake. The moment he realized that Axis was kissing him so passionately, he started to melt into the kiss, almost submissively. Reluctantly, Axis broke the kiss and nuzzled into Jasyn's neck-fur, "You awake now?" he asked. The elder Sirian smiled awkwardly, looking really satisfied, and nodded, licking his lips, "Mmm... awake, yes. Coherent? That's another story..." The younger male chuckled and clasped his paw in Jasyn's, cooing lovingly, "Good, cause our hallway is three feet back..." Jasyn blinked and chuckled loudly, "Gods I'm an idiot," he said, and then they turned and walked back. When they actually reached their respective quarters, they parted for the evening with another loving kiss. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep in here with me, Kit?" asked Jasyn, hoping, praying that Axis would come in. "Yeah... I want to get used to my own quarters... you know?" replied Axis with a sigh. "Oh-okay... well, I'm over here if you need me-" said Jasyn. "-and I'm here if you need me" finished Axis, a little quickly. There were a few moments of awkward silence, and then Axis just turned and went into his room. Jasyn thought quietly to himself, 'Why do I get the feeling he's not telling me something?' before retiring to his own room for the night. He slowly stripped out of his civilian clothing and eyed his uniform with distaste, before walking, nude, to his bed and dimming the lights. "Now if only this ship's computer had a selection of nature sounds." The voice that Jasyn had heard earlier chimed in the room, "Selection verified, initializing nature sounds library." A monitor over in the corner of the room flickered on and started scrolling. Ever the curious one, Jasyn walked over and watched the selections scroll. He saw a few titles that interested him, 'waterfall.abn, ocean.abn, forest.abn, river.abn, night.abn, and compilation.abn.' He said to himself quietly, "What does .ABN stand for?" and the voice chimed again. "Dot ABN: filename abbreviation meaning, Ambient Background Noise." "Who are you?" "Please- Restate inquiry." "What are you?" "Please- Restate inquiry." "Who am I talking to?" "This is the Echo Wind main computer, verbal command interface." "Verbal command interface eh?" "Please- Restate inquiry." "Nevermind... okay, play night.abn" The room was filled with the noises of owls and crickets. Jasyn smirked, 'nice' he thought. He walked over to his bed and climbed in, yawning tiredly. He still wished he had Axis in his arms, but he'd give his fox as much room as required. \-- Axis stripped out of his civilian clothing as soon as he stepped in the door. He headed towards the restroom and was shocked to see that for the first time in his life, he didn't have to share a washroom with anybody. He smiled gleefully and hopped into the shower, turning on the water almost immediately. "Mmm... that feels heavenly..." he said as he worked all the grit out of his fur. The water seemed to automatically mix with some kind of cleanser, because Axis' fur started to bubble. "Oh, he-he well this is convenient..." he worked the soap through his fur, smiling happily as his fur started to rinse clean. After he had finished, he stepped out of the shower, dripping slightly onto the angled, draining floor. It wasn't angled harshly, but just enough for the water on the floor to drain away. He grabbed what looked like a hairbrush and started to brush his fur. He dried himself off with a towel and brushed himself again, smiling in satisfaction. "I feel much better..." he said to himself, before he walked into his empty bedroom. He pulled out his E-Pad and his Data-Disc from the pockets in his jeans and yawned slightly. 'Hmm... more tired than I thought I would be... I guess a trip to the galley is out...' he thought to himself, before placing his E-Pad over his Data-Disc and downloading the contents. He shook his head and said quietly, "I'll wait until the end of my next shift to listen to the rest of these... right now, I need some shuteye..." and with that said, he collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering to get under the covers, and turned the lights down with the little console on his bedside table. \-- Axis woke up on his bed, very drowsily. He sniffed at his surroundings and blinked, there was someone else in his room, but who? It wasn't Jasyn; he knew that for a fact. It wasn't Lynn, and it definitely wasn't human. He bolted upright and growled, crouching on the bed and looking around the room. There was no one there. The clock on his wall read 3.07.28.35 09:55. It was pretty much useless to Axis at this point. He noticed that there was a computer on his desk and he went over and sat down. He tapped the controls intuitively and, sure enough, there was a decoder system. "Okay, let's see... the first digit stands for the day of the week, and it goes from one to seven; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. So... from the clock, it must be Wednesday." He continued to read the decoder, "The second number indicates the month, and runs from one to twelve; January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. So it is, Wednesday July the... 28th, I'm guessing. What does the .35 stand for though?" "Please- Restate inquiry," came a computerized voice. Axis jumped and blinked, before he said, "What is the complete date and time?" "Today is uni-date 3.07.28.35, or Wednesday July 28th, in the year 2235. It is currently nine hours, fifty-nine minutes and twenty seconds since the last Zero-Hour." Axis took this in and nodded quietly. He decided he'd had enough learning about human time keeping for now, and he slipped on his jeans and grabbed his uniform, heading towards the door. When he got to the door he noticed there was a small note sticking to the inside. He grabbed it and read it quietly. It read: *Hey slut, Stay away from Jasyn or you'll wake up with a few less appendages.* Axis blinked. He had just been threatened, and he knew by whom. He grumbled a bit and walked out the door and across the hall. He knew he shouldn't be waking Jasyn up right now, but he had to tell him about the note. He pressed the call button. He waited for a couple micro-rotations and no one came. He pressed it again, and before him suddenly stood the half-naked form of Jasyn, smiling in the doorway. "So, decided you'd come in with me after all? Wow, that only took you thirty Earth-Minutes." "Wh-what?" Asked Axis. "Oh, while I was laying in bed, I was staring at my clock and I asked myself 'what do all those numbers mean?' and Lo and Behold the computer chimed in and told me everything. You do know it's been less than six rotations since we parted, right?" "Wh-what?" said Axis again. "You heard m- hey what's that in your paw?" said Jasyn, grabbing at the note. He read it and jumped. Axis whimpered a bit and pushed himself into Jasyn's room, bringing the Sirian Wolf with him. He nuzzled into Jasyn's chest fur and whimpered again. Jasyn was comforting to him, so therapeutic, the soft, gentle fur, the warm caress, the tender kisses. Jasyn looked down at Axis and wrapped his arms around his Kit, frowning slightly. "Axis... Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you... I promise..." Axis looked up at Jasyn and smiled, gently lapping at the older Sirian's neck-fur, "Th- Thank you Jasyn... You're really good to me." "Aww, now I'm only so nice because you're so important to me, you know that right?" asked Jasyn, smirking. Axis pawed playfully at Jasyn's chest and grumbled, "Less than two rotations... how could Azuma sneak into my room in less than six rotations?" Jasyn sighed, barely catching the word 'Less' and just pulled Axis down into the bed, "If it'll make you stop grumbling, stay with me for awhile. We're in this together Kit, whether Azuma likes it or not." Axis blushed and cuddled close, "Alright Jayse, I'll sleep in here." Jasyn chuckled and hooked a finger into the loops on Axis' jeans, "You're not sleeping in these though... They must be uncomfortable..." The fox swatted Jasyn's paw and smirked, "Of course I'm not, I was just waiting to see how fast you'd get up the nerve to ask me to take them off." The elder Sirian chuckled and shook his head, hugging Axis gently, "Take them off and let me see you like you were born to be seen." Axis shook his head, "Corniest line *ever!*" and then got out of the bed and, while facing away from Jasyn, stripped himself of the jeans. He bent over to slip them off of his legs, his three tails raised tauntingly; showing off his rear. Jasyn's jaw dropped and he nearly melted. His own pants were too tight now, so he quickly slipped them off and kicked them out of the bed, watching Axis' every movement. As the younger fox climbed back into the bed, Jasyn gave his bottom a firm little grope and hugged him gently, "Uhm... sorry about the, uhm..." Axis chuckled, feeling Jasyn's member throb against his sheath, "Heh, Jasyn, I want to tell you something. I've actually been attracted to you since the day we met... but I thought you'd never want me... I've always known I was gay Jayse... I just didn't have the courage to tell you..." Jasyn's heart skipped a beat, and he just stared at Axis with a silly grin, "Does that mean...?" "No Jasyn... No sex yet... It just means I don't mind the fact that you're horny as hell right now... cause truthfully, so am I, but I can hide it." Jasyn frowned and nuzzled Axis quietly, "You know, Kit. It'd probably be you who started it either way. I want to know that you're ready, because I'll always be ready for you... Okay?" Axis blushed and held Jasyn lovingly, "Okay Jayse... I won't keep you waiting too long, I promise." The two descended into blissful sleep, held in one-another's arms. \-- Jasyn stirred and woke up with a shock, then a groan. He felt something latched onto his neck, suckling gently. "K-Kit! Mmf... that tickles!" Axis continued to tease Jasyn, nuzzling into his throat and suckling gently. He let up only for a moment to say, "Of course it does," and then resumed torturing Jasyn. Jasyn writhed and bucked a bit, feeling Axis' sheath against his own. He was surprised at how big his Kit actually was; at least matching Jasyn's in size and girth. When axis finally let up and resumed cuddling Jasyn, he whispered, "Our next shift is in twelve rotat- I mean, an hour. We should start getting ready, maybe hit the galley?" Jasyn nodded and let his paws wander, slowly caressing over Axis' rear, "But I wanna cuddle for a bit, Kit." Axis smirked and let out a pleased groan, "Mmmm... well, I suppose we can cuddle for si... I mean thirty minutes." "Half-an-hour?" asked Jasyn, chuckling. "Yeah..." Jasyn smirked and yawned slightly, "Well... I'm not all that interested in cuddling... you and your torment woke up the sleeping giant." Axis giggled as his own sensitive member ran over Jasyn's, and it was indeed awake. He smirked and let out a low groan, "Mmf... you know how much I want that?" Jasyn smirked, raising an eyebrow, "How much?" The younger Sirian male ground his hips against Jasyn's and growled, "Enough to force it into myself. Jasyn went wide-eyed. 'Did Axis just say that?' he thought to himself, he looked up at Axis with an uneasy grin and said, "Ar-are you sure about this, Kit?" Axis nuzzled into Jasyn's neck and whispered, "As sure as I'll ever be." Jasyn's heart skipped, he must have been dreaming. He nuzzled into Axis neck-fur and said, quietly, "Your wish is my command, Kit..." and with that, rolled so that Axis was beneath him, and grinned happily. Axis blushed a bit and spread his legs open, inviting Jasyn in as he gently leaned into a kiss; his heated breath cascading along his mate's lips. Jasyn gently poked the tip of his Sirian cock to Axis' opening and kissed him for everything he was worth, as Axis' smaller paws interlaced with Jasyn's. "Ready, kit?" asked Jasyn, not wanting to hurt Axis as much as he'd heard it did. "Y-yes... I... I think I'm ready Jasyn..." came the timid, boyish reply. Axis felt the tip of Jasyn's tapered length start to push into him, and he grunted out in pain. "Aa-aah-aah... It hurts Jasyn!" he cried, whimpering a bit. Jasyn stopped and pulled out, nuzzling Axis close and whispering, "We need some kind of lubrication..." Axis growled as Jasyn pulled away and squeezed his mate's paws tightly, "No... I'll be fine... I want the raw Jasyn... mount me proper..." he said, through shallow breaths. He let go of Jasyn's paws, and Jasyn kneeled back as his fox rolled over and got onto all fours. "Make me yours, Jasyn..." Jasyn's Sirian wolfhood started to ooze pre-cum, and he thought, 'Natural lubricant...' He pushed his tip against Axis' entrance once more and whispered, "I'll be gentle... but I won't stop unless you ask me to..." "O-okay... just mate me Jasyn!" came the feverish reply from the Sirian Fox. Jasyn started to work his tip against Axis' tailhole, and then pressed the first inch or so into the tight, virgin opening of his Kit. He let out a loud groan and kept pushing, whispering, "so tight... warm... so Axis..." Axis groaned out through clenched teeth, his claws digging into the mattress. He let out a moan of pleasure and said aloud, "Mmf... Jasyn... more!" The young fox loosened his anus just enough for Jasyn's massive wolf member to get another few inches in, and then clenched as his lover hit three bundles of nerves. He shuddered in pleasure, moaning Jasyn's name. Jasyn continued to slide his large cock into Axis' rump, groaning in deep satisfaction. Four inches, six now, nine inches. Jasyn finally hilted himself deep inside his lover, murring contently as he lay, with his forming knot at the base of Axis' tailhole. He stopped here, letting the young fox get used to the size of it, groaning slightly as he said, "Just... tell me when you're ready for more... Kit..." Axis clenched and unclenched the tight ring of muscle around his lover's shaft, smiling in pleasure as his own cock dripped pre-cum. He murred contentedly and bucked against Jasyn's knot, "C'mon Jayse, you know I can take more punishment than that." Jasyn chuckled and slowly pulled out halfway before pounding back in, his knot stretching Axis' tailhole a bit. He grunted in pleasure and whispered, "You sure?" before pulling half-out again. Axis let out a grunt of pained pleasure and gritted his teeth, "Ngf... Jasyn... more!" he said, wanting so badly to feel Jasyn's life-seeds inside of him. Jasyn groaned and started to slowly pump into the young fox, one paw resting on Axis' own, and the other tracing circles in Axis' tummy fur. He let his paw trace lower, brushing a knuckle against his Kit's length as he continued to thrust. Axis groaned and let out a slight whimper of pleasure, clenching his rear as tightly around Jasyn's cock as he could, moaning out encouragement, "Nng, Jasyn... so good!" Jasyn kept thrusting, taking Axis' length in his gentle paw and stroking his Kit, pawing his cock, helping the fox reach climax, as he felt his own draw near. "Nngh... Axis, I'm gonna cum!" Axis groaned and braced himself, feeling Jasyn's thrusts grow deep. Jasyn pushed one last time, his knot finally filling Axis' tailhole, as he felt his length become immersed in a fiery-hit, fluid euphoria; his very essence. "Ohhh... Jasyn... Jasyn..." \-- "Ahh! Jasyn!" shouted Axis, shaking the wolf awake. Jasyn's eyes flickered open and he looked into the angry ones of his Kit, "Hey, Kit... What's u-" he sniffed at the air. A moment of silence fell as he realized what had happened. "Jayse... you mind telling me what this is?" asked Axis, pointing to his chest and stomach. Coating his fur were long ropes of white, thick, sticky wolf-spunk. "Uhh..." started Jasyn, blushing horribly, "S-sorry..." Axis sighed and fell onto Jasyn with a chuckle, "It's not like I mind being covered in your goo Jay, but I'd like to know what you were dreaming about that drove you to... erm... *cover* me in it." Jasyn heard the squelch of his seed between Axis and himself, and blushed again, "Uhm... Promise you won't freak out?" he asked. "I have a pretty good guess, knowing you, but I promise I won't freak out..." said Axis with a smile, "Understanding is the basis for any relationship Jasyn." "Well..." started the wolf, "I was... dreaming about you..." He told Axis about his dream, and the young fox snickered, blushed, and shook his head, "Sounds like quite the dream..." Jasyn chuckled, hugging Axis openly now, "Yeah, well, you said it yourself, one day it'll come true, right kit?" Axis blushed and nuzzled into Jasyn's neck fur, kissing him lovingly, "Yeah Jay, really soon." The clock on the wall read 3.07.28.35 17:29 and Jasyn coughed once, "We've got to be on the bridge in half-an-hour!" Axis smiled and nodded, "Yeah, but we'll have to get rid of this sticky mess first..." Jasyn chuckled and slowly sat up, Axis in his lap, "Well, we could do it the natural way, and that'd be to lick it off, or we could have a shower together. Either way is equally intimate, but if we lick it off we get a bit of a treat too." Axis snickered and said, quietly, "I'd rather just get clean, fast, if you don't mind Jayse... I'd like to check out the galley." Jasyn nipped Axis' shoulder and grinned, "Shower it is!" \--(You didn't think I was going to go through two shower scenes in the same chapter did you? If you did you're CWAZY!) Axis walked out of Jasyn's quarters and into his own, grabbing his Data Disc and his E-Pad. He stepped out of his quarters with the devices around his belt. The uniforms on the Echo Wind were more formal than on the Falchion; white dress pants, a grey turtleneck, a white jacket with a stripe that ran across the chest, about an inch thick. The stripe was continued on the sleeves, coming up to a point on the outside. The jacket has black shoulders, and the stripe colour was different for every officer; Axis' was yellow, denoting that he was an engineer. He also had one rank pin, which in his case was a small, silver circle, about a centimetre in diameter, with an engraved area in the shape of a paw print. He guessed that the pin itself identified him as both an ensign and a Sirian and it had to be pinned on the right pocket of the jacket. Jasyn bore a single pin also, except his was gold, identifying him as a Lieutenant. He also had a red and orange stripe; pilot and bridge crew. "Ready for your first real shift, Kit?" asked Jasyn. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," came the Fox's smiling reply. The pants were actually very comfortable, and indeed had been modified for his particular physique, though how they'd managed that was a mystery to him. "Well, I'll see you at 06:00 then?" Jasyn asked. He'd gotten used to the time keeping of these humans. "You bet. See you later Jayse," smiled Axis. He leaned up, gave his wolf's cheek an affectionate peck, and turned and jogged off down the hallway. "Don't hurt yourself!" called Jasyn after him, before he started to walk to the lifts. \-- (I'm not going through the tedious work days...) Axis smiled as he walked into the mess hall. He'd wanted to try some more human food since they'd had the pancakes. Jasyn had called him at the end of his shift and told him to meet him here, so why not test his curiosity now, he thought. He walked up to the counter and the man behind it was running a wire tool through a thick, dark brown liquid in a big bowl. "Hey there!" he said putting the metal bowl over a heater. His eyes were bright, excited to be on such an important mission, and he picked up a basket of cut, prepared strawberries and put them with the bowl, "Just making some chocolate dip for these beauties. What can I get ya' ensign?" Axis smiled and looked across at the man. "I just wanted to pop down and try out some food, I haven't had, well, much of anything for the past forty-sev- I mean, twenty-four-and-a-half hours. Can you recommend something?" The man smiled and immediately said, "Why sure, just let me see here..." before turning and looking around the kitchen. The man wasn't overly tall, about the same height as Axis was. He had blond hair, or what Axis would call 'head-fur', and slightly pale skin. "Ah! Here we are!" said the chef, turning back, "Okay, so we've got a sliced apple and some cheese, or if that doesn't interest you we've got some spicy breakfast sausages and a scrambled egg. Or you could try my nearly famous strawberry waffles with a hot cup of mint tea. Take your pick, mister..." Axis filled in the blank, "Oh, Levi, Axis Levi, and I think I'll try the sausages, with the tea, perhaps? If that's not too much trouble that is, sir." The man scoffed jokingly, "Trouble? Nah, I enjoy cooking. Please, though, call me Eric." He extended his hand and Axis shook it warmly. "So, sausages, scrambled egg, and mint tea eh?" Eric fixed up the plate with a smile and handed it to Axis with a metal mug of tea. "Oll int, the Sirian thank you," said Axis with a slight bow. "You're welcome, and be careful with that tea, you don't want to scald yourself." Axis found a table near a window and sat down, gazing out at the stream. It was almost dizzying how fast it went by, yet he barely felt anything. He cut a bit of one of the sausages off and popped it into his mouth, then smiled and chewed it happily. "Mmm, this is good. I'll have to thank Eric later." "Who's Eric?" came a voice from behind him. Axis jumped and lifted his head to see Jasyn standing behind, looking down with a smile. "Oh. The chef's name is Eric. Sit with me Jayse, I want you to try something," said Axis with a grin, motioning to the seat beside him. Jasyn sat down and smiled, looking at the food with an open mind, "What is it?" he asked, looking up at the fox. "Eric called these things 'sausages' and he called that yellow bit there 'scrambled egg'. This is 'mint tea'. I haven't tried that yet," said Axis, smiling back. Eric walked over and smiled, standing at the unoccupied side of the table, "Hello there, can I get you something Lieutenant?" Jasyn looked over and nodded, "Yeah, could I get a plate of this, please?" Axis hit Jasyn in the chest with a sigh, "You could at least introduce yourself, Jayse..." The chef chuckled and held out his hand with a smile, "Eric Raltir, I'm the chef here in the Galley." Jasyn shook the offered 'paw', "Jasyn Emitt, Helm." There was a brief moment of silence before Eric excused himself, "I'll go get you your meal. It was nice meeting you Lt. Emitt." Jasyn smiled and bowed his head, "Likewise Mr. Raltir." "Call me Eric," and with that he was off. Axis smiled at Jasyn and continued into his food. "It's really good, Jayse, nothing like that stuff they used to serve on the Falchion. Hey, are you feeling okay? You're being awfully quiet," said the young Sirian, looking concerned. Jasyn shook his head quickly and blinked, "Hmm? Sorry, watching those strings for 12 hours can really do a number on your eyes." He rubbed at his ice-blue eyes and smiled as his food arrived. "Thank you," he said. The two ate and spoke about their respective days, and when they were done they took their plates over and thanked Eric for the meal. \-- "All I'm saying is that you could be a little less, well, wolf-like. You're acting like everyone here knows you Jasyn." "I am not, and besides, you don't have to be getting all chummy with these humans." "Well maybe I want to make some friends! Gods, Jasyn, I actually feel accepted around here now!" shouted the Fox. They had stopped outside their respective quarters and had been arguing for about five minutes. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, Axis. I-" "I can look after myself Jasyn. Like you said 'strong, confident fox'" "But I-" "But nothing, you should at least try to understand that we could be stuck with these people for awhile!" Axis growled, low in his chest, and turned to retreat into his room. Jasyn sighed and reached out a paw, resting it on the young Sirian Fox's shoulder, "Axis, I... I know, I'm sorry..." Axis' ears perked. He turned slowly and looked up into Jasyn's eyes. He could tell that Jasyn meant it, and he hugged him gently, saying, "Jasyn, don't worry about it, okay? Just try to be more friendly, okay?" Jasyn smiled and hugged back, nuzzling into the top of Axis' head, "Alright... I'll try." They could hear footsteps approaching from around the corner, and they stepped apart and looked like they were just talking. Around stepped Lynn and Azuma, in their new uniforms. They walked up to Jasyn and smiled. Lynn spoke first, "Hey Jasyn, we were wondering if you'd like to come to the ship's gym with us, you know, try out some human sports and such?" Jasyn blinked once and looked over at his fox with an unsure look on his face. "Only if he can come with us," he replied. "Sure eh, the more the merrier right? No hard feelings about before, foxy?" said Azuma with an obviously fake smile. Axis held back from backhanding the older, larger Sirian and replied, "Yeah, no hard feelings." "Alright! Well, let's go. We'll hit a few games and then call it in for the night, kay?" suggested Lynn. "Sure." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ So? What'd you think? Not what you expected at all for the first yiff of the story, eh? It's my first PUBLISHED \_"Yiff", so feedback would be appreciated. How did you like the story so far, etc etc. Comments are encouraged.\_

Title: Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 03 Tags: romance novella, drama, tim, julia *Note: This is fiction. Sure, most authors, myself included, try to stick to reality as much as possible, but we must take certain liberties. For example, I learned long after developing the concept for this story that a certain statue doesn't actually exist. That statue plays a very prominent role in this chapter. Now, I won't ruin it for you now, but the statue is of one of the most famous men in the history of sports. So, it doesn't actually exist - it damn well should. And this is my story. Voila. Anyhow, if anyone is from the Raleigh, N.C. area, and that factual discrepancy offends you, then... please, just work with me. Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Tim had done this well over 3,000 times. J.T., acting as his co-pilot today, had probably done it more than 5,000 times. Among the passengers on today's charter were three or four other pilots, and all told, everyone on the plane with a pilot's license had probably executed tens of thousands of flawless landings throughout their careers. Still, Tim never relaxed once the runway came into view, even during the day when he could see the runway easily. This time, he was turning final for an instrument night landing. He could watch the cockpit displays showing the precise track of the plane relative to the runway he'd be on in a few minutes, but that didn't stop him from being nervous. Like most of the other pilots he knew, Tim was a big believer in one of the oldest overused pilots' phrases: "Any landing you can walk away from is a good one, and if the plane is still functioning afterward, it's perfect." However, he'd also developed a healthy respect for Murphy's Law throughout his career in the Marines: "If it can go wrong, it will. If more than one thing can go wrong, they all will, all at once." He felt he could never be too cautious. J.T. had been peppering him with questions for the past 10 minutes, but he knew to leave Tim alone during this brief period, the time between receiving the landing clearance and actually touching the tires to the tarmac. Tim's breathing became shallow and controlled as the Learjet inched closer and closer to the runway. As he broke out of the low scud, he was intently focused as first the runway displaced threshold disappeared beneath the plane, followed closely by the numbers on the runway. Tim's exhalation was audible as the wheels touched down. J.T. engaged the reverse thrusters, and the plane slowly crept to a stop after eating up more than a mile of runway. "Mile High zero-one, welcome to Raleigh-Durham International. Exit runway to the right when able; taxiway delta to the jet port." Tim complied with the air traffic controller's instructions, easing the plane to the right, off the runway and onto the taxiway. This was a smaller plane, so instead of taxiing toward the main gates, he headed toward the charter buildings. Just like the main gates, though, there were two linemen ready to greet him and help him get the Learjet parked. "So, really," J.T. said. "This is a big step for you." "You know, I would glare at you right now if I wasn't focused on these guys," Tim said. "Glaring is much less effective when you're not looking at the person." "Seriously, man," J.T. said, simply ignoring Tim. "One of her biggest complaints to Sheila is that you never let her ride home with you, even though you're both going to the same place and coming back to the airport in the morning. So, this is big." Tim ignored his best friend for just a second and got the plane parked. As soon as he shut down the engines, he signaled for the flight attendant, who opened the door and extended the steps. "We're still not riding back in together tomorrow," Tim said, turning his attention to his co-pilot as the passengers disembarked. "I'm only letting her drive me home because I left my SUV at her place. I'm fairly certain you know this, seeing as you're the reason why." Three days before, Tim had returned the N.C. State football team to Raleigh after a game in Tallahassee with Florida State. Carlos had indeed fractured a bone in his right forearm, and wearing the proper splint, he'd become the original fumble-free version of himself. The Wolfpack had whipped up on the Seminoles, and the plane ride home was just generally a good time. It certainly had put Tim in a great mood. Julia was off that particular day, and instead of making her drive all the way to his house on the lake, he'd decided to surprise her at her house instead. "Speaking of which..." J.T. said, and Tim could only roll his eyes. He wondered how long it would be before J.T. figured it out. "You got back into town Sunday evening. I picked you up over there this morning. You stayed with her almost three whole days?" "Don't make a big deal out of it." "It is a big deal, dude," he said. "You don't even like it when she stays overnight, and now you're over there for three days?" "What can I say, J.T.?" Tim replied. "She just keeps coming back for more. I fucked her Sunday night right into Monday morning. I was ready to leave, but she convinced me to stay. And let me tell you, she can be pretty damn persuasive. She has this thing she does, where she puts ice in her mouth then goes down on me for a minute, then switches to coffee... it's marketable, dude. Anyway, we stayed there all day Monday. Tuesday, we went to work, but she got off first. I went over there and made sure she got off first a few more times." J.T. was stunned. "What?" Tim asked. "Bullshit," J.T. finally said. "Now you're just making shit up so I'll stop asking you about it." "Maybe I am," Tim said. "Maybe I'm actually telling the truth." "But you never offer details." "Yeah, like it was a big fucking secret what we were doing over there all that time, man," Tim said. "And if it will get you off my back, then, hell. What's a little sharing between best friends?" Tim left the cockpit, descending the steps onto the asphalt. J.T. joined him soon thereafter. "Tim, you could show me the video and it still wouldn't get me off your back." "OK," Tim said, shooting his friend a cautious glance. "You're starting to scare me." "All the shit we've been through together, and NOW I'm starting to scare you?" Tim laughed and rolled his eyes simultaneously. "You have a point." "Still, man, you could have asked me to drive you over there," J.T. continued. "It's a big deal." "You're about to find out how big a deal it is when I call a cab to take me over there and you have to explain to her how I was gonna let her drive me home, but you wouldn't shut up." J.T. put his hands up in surrender. "OK, OK." The pair walked silently into the charter terminal. They made their way through the building and into the MHC, Inc. offices. Julia was sitting in one of the chairs, idly flipping through the latest copy of Sports Illustrated. "I keep telling you she's a keeper, man," J.T. said, pointing at the magazine. "Any woman who reads Sports Illustrated without being forced..." "What do you mean, without being forced? You don't keep anything in here but that and Aviation Weekly," she answered. She'd already stood up. There was a look on her face that she always had when she met Tim at the airport - like she wanted to run up and jump into his arms. She didn't because she thought he would get mad. Lately, he wasn't so sure. "True," J.T. said. "Just trying to turn people on to the important things in life." "Hey, you," she said when Tim reached her. "I just got off work and figured I would drop by to see if you guys were back yet." "I know," Tim replied. "I talked to Shelby in your office an hour ago." "Why?" she asked. "Wanted to see when you'd be off," he answered. "Turns out I'm going to need a ride to your place." Her eyes lit up. Tim smiled involuntarily. "J.T. couldn't drive you?" "Oh, he could have. It's just..." Tim tried to spit it out, but it wasn't coming. "He'd rather go with you." That was J.T., being ever so helpful while rifling through the mail. Tim glanced over at him, and then looked back at Julia, who was beaming. He raised his eyebrows a bit and then nodded. "Cool," she said, clearly trying to conceal her happiness. That was one of the things he enjoyed most about having Julia in his life, at any level: it didn't take much to make her happy. Though Tim had always been willing to go the extra mile to make his friends happy, just the tiniest things - like him letting her drive him 10 minutes to her apartment - made her act like it was her birthday. "You good, bro?" Tim asked, not looking at J.T. but trying not to maintain constant eye contact with Julia, either. He wasn't sure why. "Yeah," J.T. said. "You're at RBC tomorrow?" "Yeah." "Hoops at noon?" "Yeah." "Later." Tim headed for the door, holding it open for Julia. He spotted her Toyota Camry in the parking lot and headed for it. "How was Tennessee?" "Awesome," Tim said. "Of course, everything looks awesome at 5,000 feet." "I know," she said, smiling at him. "Who were the passengers? And while we're on the subject, why did J.T. have to come kidnap you at five this morning?" "We were picking up a bunch of J.T.'s dad's friends," Tim said. "Old friends from when he grew up in Nashville. I guess that's the benefit of being rich - anytime you want to see your friends, just scramble up a Learjet and say, 'Go fetch.'" "OK, but he just planned it this morning?" "No," Tim said. "Steve was supposed to be J.T.'s co-pilot, but he called in sick. J.T. knew I was at your place." "Ah, and since he lives a mile away, he just figured he'd come get you in person." "Honestly, I think he was trying to set this up," Tim said. "He was pretty adamant about letting him drive." "Hmm.. guess I have to thank him then," she replied. "Please don't," he answered. "That boy's ego is already threatening to take over Wake County. Don't encourage him." "If he's going to keep coming up with ideas like this, I'll give him all the encouragement he needs." Tim was going to respond when his cell phone started ringing. It was 99 Problems by Jay-Z. That could only mean one person. "You have wonderful timing, Carlos," he said, sliding into the passenger seat of Julia's car. "And by wonderful, I mean horrible." "Sorry, Doc," Carlos said. "I need a favor." "I can't play wingman for you tonight," Tim said. "Really, now that I'm officially employed by the school, I can't do that for you ever again." "I don't need you to," was the reply. "I need you to play wingman for Pat Kersee. With the cops." "Kersee got into trouble? What, did he get caught doing homework during normal partying hours?" "You remember that shit I told you a couple weeks ago, on the plane ride back from Boston?" "Not particularly." Carlos repeated their conversation. Tim's eyes just got wider and wider. He noticed Julia watching him from the driver's seat. "Jesus, man," Tim said. "What are you, some kind of prophet? I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and looked apologetically at Julia. "We need to make a pit stop first." She nodded and started the car. Five minutes and one hasty explanation later, Julia's Camry pulled up in front of the main entrance to the RBC Center. There were only two police cars there, but the dual sets of flashing lights served as a beacon, drawing anyone within range to North Carolina State's basketball arena. Tim saw Carlos' blood red Ford Fusion parked 100 feet away from all the commotion, and he motioned Julia to park behind him. "Wait here, OK?" Tim asked, getting a nod in return. "I'll just be a minute." He hastily got out of the car and headed over to Carlos, who was sitting on the hood of his own car. "I spent the whole drive over here hoping like hell you were pulling a prank, Carlos," Tim said. "Doc, I can't even make this shit up," he said. He was dressed in early American ghetto - a bright orange Charlotte Bobcats' jersey, sagging blue jeans, and enough jewelry to get himself mugged at this time of night. "You talk to him yet?" "Yeah, but just for a sec," Carlos replied. "Po-po got real upset when they found out he texted me." "So, why am I here?" "One of the cops recognized me when I got here," Carlos said. "Asked Pat if he was on the team, Pat said yeah. They told him to call a coach to come over here. I said I'd handle it." "What about Tia?" "That's trickier. They pressed her until she admitted she was a cheerleader. Got someone at the station to look it up, and they called the cheerleaders' coach, or whoever they have that runs them." "Ah," Tim replied. To say Nicole Clifford would be something less than pleased would be a huge understatement. Captain or not, Tia would be booted off the team, and Tim wouldn't have a chance in hell of keeping this off the head coach's and athletic director's desks. A thought formed very quickly in his mind. He waved to Julia, and when he caught her attention, he beckoned her over. She looked a bit bewildered, but she got out of the car. "I didn't know you was bringin' your girl, Doc," Carlos said. "I dropped mine off on the way over here to help Pat, but if I'd known we was havin' a party, shit." "She's not my girl, Carlos," Tim said, mostly amused. "But she is going to help get us out of this mess." Tim waited a second, and then realized what Carlos had just said. "You have a girlfriend?" "Nah," Carlos said. "I just got one I hit it with more than the others. That's who I was with just now." Tim and Carlos both watched Julia walk over to Carlos' car. She was still wearing her Southwest dress, but she filled it out well. "Daamn, Doc," Carlos said, but an elbow to the ribs shut him up. "Julia Waters, Carlos McDonald," Tim said, making introductions as quickly as possible. Tim pulled the Southwest Airlines pin off Julia's dress and pocketed it. "Carlos, you know who the cheer coach is, right?" "Fuck, no," he replied. "OK, let's try this a different way," Tim said. "Carlos, you've fucked one of the cheerleaders, right?" Carlos grinned and flashed him a set of perfect pearly whites. No further reply was necessary. "Good. Call her - any of them, since I'm sure we're dealing with plurals here - and find a way to get a hold of Nicole Clifford. Whatever you need to do, convince her nothing is going on. Just stop her from showing up here." "On it, Doc," Carlos said, and immediately began working his phone. Julia and Tim made their way toward the cop cars. "What am I doing here?" she asked. "Were you ever a cheerleader in college?" Tim answered back with a question. "Do I look like I was a cheerleader?" Julia replied. "No," he agreed. "You look much, much better." Julia turned her smile up to high beams as they continued speed walking toward the cops. "Anyway, you're the N.C. State assistant cheerleading coach. Just play along." She might have put up a fight, but they'd reached the two cop cars. Two of the cops got into the near police car, so Tim and Julia made their way to the other car. Tim spotted a hulking figure leaning against it, with his back to them. About 10 feet away, a drop-dead gorgeous Latina sat on the curb, carefully observing them as they approached. "Can I help you?" the officer asked. He was short and black - not as well built as Carlos, Tim thought, but he looked about as fast. The nameplate on his uniform said Blue. "Sure," Tim replied. "I'm Tim Fetters, one of the doctors for the North Carolina State football team. I understand you've detained one of my players?" "I'm Sergeant Blue. You have some ID?" Tim pulled out his wallet and handed the officer his driver's license and a business card identifying him as the team psychologist. "I asked for a coach." "Yes, I understand that," Tim replied. "Carlos only has three coaches in his cell phone, and he told me he tried to call all three, but none of them answered. I did." It was a blatant lie, but after a few seconds, the cop bought it. "Fine," he replied. "Who is this lovely young lady?" Tim was about to answer for her, but Julia stuck her hand out. "I'm Julia Waters, one of the cheerleader coaches here," she replied. "We're sorry to have caused you all this trouble." "Not a problem, ma'am," the officer replied. "How did you both get here so quick?" Julia took that one as well. "Well, that football player over there didn't know this, but when he called Dr. Fetters here, he called me, as well." She was laying it on thick now, even stepping up her Southern accent for effect. She batted her eyebrows as she jerked her head toward Tim. "Let's try and keep that between us, if you don't mind." Sergeant Blue eyed Tim now. Some of it was jealousy, but some of it was the classic 'What's he got that I don't?' look, as well. "Not a problem, ma'am," he said again. He directed them to follow him. As they did, Tim leaned over and whispered the girl's name into Julia's ear, so she could correctly identify her. "Tia, what the hell happened?" Julia started. Tia looked back at her, clearly trying to figure out who she was. She was dressed in a white sweater and a blue denim skirt. The sweater looked disheveled - clearly, it had been balled up somewhere and just recently thrown back on. "Why the hell do you care?" Tia replied. Uh, oh, Tim thought. He shot Tia a hard glare before responding. "Careful, Tia," he said. "You're lucky Ms. Waters here was the one Carlos called and not Ms. Clifford." Tia stared back at him for a second, and he eventually saw the light click on. "You're right," the girl replied. "Sorry, Ms. Waters." "Sergeant?" Tim asked when he realized neither Pat nor Tia was going to offer an explanation. "Apparently, these two couldn't restrain themselves," he said. "We were conducting a routine patrol and happened upon them in a... let's just say... less than appropriate act." "C'mon, Sergeant," Tim said. "You can level with me. You caught 'em fucking out here?" Julia laughed. Tia's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Tim looked over at Pat and saw the slightest smirk on his face. For his part, Blue stayed as professional as he could. "Not exactly," he replied. "Mr. Kersee was leaned up against the statue, and Ms. Lopez was kneeling in front of him. I think you can fill in the blanks." Tim looked up. Sure enough, there was the statue of Jim Valvano, the legendary North Carolina State basketball coach. Carlos, in his infinite wisdom, had nailed this one, so to speak. "Yeah, probably," Tim said. "You mind if we talk to them for a minute?" "As long as you don't mind an audience, go right ahead." "Pat? Tia? Want to give us an explanation that will stop us from calling Coach Taylor and Ms. Clifford?" "I'm sorry, Doc," Pat started, finally pulling his weight off the hood of the police car. The car rose up an inch or two. Pat's belt was still unbuckled and his fly was unzipped, but thankfully, nothing was poking out. He also had only a T-shirt on, one that was struggling to keep his large upper body contained. A red N.C. State jacket was lying on the car. "Tia was working out here in the women's weight room. I was working out with the basketball players. We caught each other on the way out, and we got the urge. I didn't think we'd get caught." "It took us half an hour, you moron," Tia said from the curb. "Of course we were going to get caught." "Half an hour, Pat?" Tim asked. "I mean, kudos and all, but if you're going to do it in a public place, perhaps a quickie might be the better option?" Tia's jaw dropped again, and Tim could tell that even Julia was a little surprised by his question. Pat, though, thought nothing of it. "Oh, we did that, Doc," he said. "With her? It took five minutes. I mean, she only got off twice, but under the circumstances-" "PAT!" Tia shouted, throwing her purse at him. It hit him squarely in his right thigh, which made most cinder blocks look ordinary. Pat didn't even notice. "What? It's the truth," he said. "I know, but you're all tellin' everybody," she replied. "Tia?" Julia asked. "If it only took five minutes, why were you still out here for 25 minutes?" Even in the pale streetlights and the blue police lights, Tim could see the light-skinned Hispanic girl blush. "Well, I, umm," Tia stammered. Pat jumped in. "I didn't get off," Pat said. "I told her I could wait till we got to the dorms, but she said no. She went down on me, and... well, they told you the rest." "For 25 minutes, Tia?" Tim asked. "It's not my fault," she replied. "He wouldn't cum! I thought I was better at that." "Oh, you're just fine," Pat said, walking over to the Hispanic girl and sitting down next to her. It looked like a jumbo sack of potatoes had just collapsed onto the sidewalk. "I was just trying to hold out. I could have gotten off right away, but I didn't want to give in that quickly." "Ya know, Pat," Tim said. "I'm sure 'ol Jimmy V here appreciates the sentiment, OK? But I'm not sure this is quite what he meant by 'Don't ever give up,' all right?" Julia, Tia, Sergeant Blue and the other officer within earshot burst out laughing. Pat just cracked a huge grin. "OK, officers," Tim said. "What's the plan, here?" The two men looked at each other. "Technically, we have to take them downtown and book them," Blue said. "It's indecent exposure." Tim nodded and pulled the two policemen farther away from the group, leaving Julia with Pat and Tia. He made sure none of the others could hear. "I'm not going to get in your guys' way if you decide you have to do this, but just hear me out," Tim said, getting nods from both men. "Pat Kersee is a 4.0 student in the electrical engineering program here. Sure, he's got a shot to play pro next year, but he's graduating in December with his Bachelor's degree, five months early. When I first heard he was in trouble, I thought maybe he'd been trapped in the library after hours and set off an alarm or something. Tia Lopez, she's a member of pretty much every college Hispanic leadership committee in the country, and she's one of the top students in our Veterinary Sciences program. They're just a couple of co-eds who couldn't resist temptation. No one else saw them - no one else was hurt here." Tim saw the two officers exchange a look. The one who hadn't yet said anything - Peterson, according to his nameplate - spoke now. "I'd just like to know how *he* managed to hook up with *her*," Peterson said, making both Sgt. Blue and Tim laugh. "I hear that," Tim said. "If I were him, I'd be pissed that no one else saw." "It would just be a lot of extra paperwork for us, anyway," Blue said, and Peterson nodded. "But Dr. Fetters, you need to make them understand," Peterson said. "They can't be out here doing stuff like that." Tim stood up straight and spoke to where everyone could hear it. "I understand, Officer," he said. "We'll deal with this internally, I can promise you that." The two officers nodded to the cops sitting in the other police car. It drove off a few seconds later. "Ms. Lopez, Mr. Kersee, we're releasing you into the custody of Dr. Fetters and Ms. Waters here. If we catch you out here again, we'll have no choice but to arrest you. Do you understand?" Both of them nodded. The two officers got into their car and drove off. As they did, Carlos pulled his Fusion in front of the statue. "It's taken care of," he said. "The cops had to leave a message for the cheer coach, and Christy called her and convinced her it was just a prank call." "You're dating Christy now?" Tia asked, recognizing the name of one of her fellow cheerleaders. "Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout dating," Carlos replied. "Julia, can you take Tia to the car, please?" Tim interrupted. "I'll be right there." Julia nodded and escorted Tia toward the Camry, still parked 100 feet away. "Pat," Tim started, and he saw Carlos' eyes follow Julia and Tia across the lot. "I'm not going to mention this to anyone else, ok?" The big man looked visibly relieved. "But listen. You almost got yourself arrested, man. I know you didn't mean anything by it, but this would have made the entire team look really, really bad. I'm going to remember this, and if anything happens again, everything comes out. You hear me?" He nodded. "Carlos," Tim said, pulling the running back's attention back to front and center. "Can you take him back to the dorms?" "No problem, Doc," he said. "Thanks for helping out." "No worries. Get outta here." "Sure thing," Carlos said. He started the car again, but before he drove off, he rolled his window down. "Just one thing, first, Doc." "Shoot." "Your girl got any sisters?" Tim grinned. Even at a time like this, Carlos was trying to get laid. There was something about Carlos' expression that made Tim stop for just a second - it wasn't that flirtatious, lecherous grin Carlos usually had when he was on the prowl. "We don't really have that kind of relationship, man," Tim said. "I'll see you two later." Tim watched Carlos drive out of the parking lot, and then walked to Julia's car. Of course, he knew Julia had a bunch of brothers and sisters. He'd never met any of them and didn't even know their names. Even if he had, Tim didn't think he'd be doing anybody a favor by hooking them up with Carlos. When Tim got into the car, he gave Julia directions to the dorms. Tia was in the backseat, and Tim used most of the drive there to give her the same lecture he'd delivered to Pat. Tia was very apologetic, and by the time he was finished, she was on the verge of tears. "There's no need to cry," he said. "I talked you both out of what could have been a very bad situation. But you're the woman here, Tia. Everyone in this car and in this country knows you have the cooler head when hormones start raging. Next time, get him back home first. Hell, do it inside RBC. I'll give you a key to Coach Taylor's office. Just, don't do it in public, OK?" Tia giggled. Julia pulled up in front of her dorm, and Tia got out. Through his open window, Tim added one more thing. "Or, here's an idea. Next time, just make the poor guy cum faster. Then you won't have this problem." Julia opened her mouth to say something, but Tia turned and headed toward the dorms. Tim was rolling up the window. "What?" Tim asked, seeing Julia's open mouth. "I was just going to tell her," she said. "If she needs pointers, I'd be happy to help. You never seem to complain." "No," he agreed. "Tia, for as hot as she is, and as much as I'm sure she does it for Pat Kersee, is just a girl. You, Ms. Waters, are a woman." "You calling me old?" "Oh, hell," Tim said. "You're five years younger than me. You're not old - you just know what you're doing." "I dunno," she replied, winking at him as she pulled out of the dorm parking lot and back onto the road. "I think you were calling me old. I think I need to prove you wrong." Tim grinned. "Suit yourself." \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Ever since he could remember, Tim had been surrounded by self-assured women. His mother was the head women's soccer coach at Wake Forest from the time Tim turned seven until she retired when he was in his mid-20s. His commanding officer for most of his tour in the Marines was a woman, and she answered to a two-star general who was one of the highest-ranking women in the United States military. The chair of the psychology department at North Carolina State, Paula Ferguson, was one of the most published professors in the world. Even with all of that, Julia was one of the most secure women he'd ever met. She talked about needing to lose 20 pounds and joked about her curvaceous figure, but unlike most other women who weren't blessed with supermodel looks, she knew she was attractive without having to be reminded. At work, she had no problem dealing with angry passengers, confused employees and overzealous middle managers from corporate headquarters. With the way he'd acted over the past 18 months, Tim knew that a woman with less personal security would have bailed a long time ago. When he let his mind wander there, he realized her sense of self-worth was one of the things he was most attracted to. That all evaporated into the atmosphere when it came to her apartment. The first time they got together was at Tim's house, and after that, she wouldn't let him come to her place for six or seven months. Really, it had just been within the past couple months that she had started inviting him over occasionally - prior to that, the only times they used her place was when Tim had a late night followed by an early morning and didn't want to drive 30 minutes outside of town. Tim repeatedly tried to convince Julia that he could care less about where she lived. For one, he'd never really been concerned with financial status or social class. Sure, his family had always had money, but he never felt like that made him better than anyone else. And besides, their relationship was purely sexual -- great sex in a clapboard shack was still great, Tim liked to say, while lousy sex in a mansion was still lousy. Julia lived on the third floor of a five-story apartment building in Durham, just up the street from Duke University. Her entire apartment was about as big as Tim's master bedroom and bathroom, which was a sore spot for her. He often told her that his pre-Doctoral apartment, just two miles away from the N.C. State campus, made her apartment look like a luxury suite at the MGM Grand, but it didn't matter. It was still a source of embarrassment for her. Tim dug the simplicity of the place, though. Julia knew how to use her space - every available square foot was used, but he never felt like she was a packrat. There were some "typical girl" things at her apartment; she had two flowerpots hanging in opposite corners of her living room, there were several romance novels laying on her coffee table, and he was sure her cat was lurking somewhere, scheming up a way to attack Tim when he least expected it. Then again, she had a neon "Open" sign on the wall right next to her front door, and a giant plastic cutout of Steve Smith, one of the Carolina Panthers' receivers, adorned one of her bedroom walls. Tim loved his house because of the view and easy access to water skiing and boating, but Julia's apartment had real-life charm and that "lived-in" quality. "You handled yourself very well tonight," he said as they entered her apartment. "I appreciate you helping me with that, especially on the fly." "Hell, you were the impressive one," she said. "I just said two things. You managed to get them out of being arrested." "I just did my job," he replied. "I'm supposed to look out for the mental well-being of North Carolina State's athletes. I don't think hitting the police blotter would have what you'd call a positive impact on either Pat or Tia's mental health, do you?" He went into the kitchen and grabbed two Miller Lites out of the fridge. For some reason, he thought, it always went like this. At his house, Julia tended to be the busybody while Tim just collapsed into a chair. At Julia's place, Tim usually got the drinks. Julia just leaned up against the wall, watching him. "Probably not," she replied, taking a generous swig of beer. "How close were the cops to arresting them?" "Just watching the two of them, I could tell they found the whole situation more amusing than anything," Tim said. "I don't think they really felt like putting the effort into arresting them. I just said some things that reinforced that idea." "Well," Julia said, pulling Tim to her. One hand was holding her beer, but she was still making progress on the buttons of his dress shirt with her free hand. "You still could have called their coaches and turned them in. It was a very nice thing to do." "I'm sure they thought so," Tim said, running the fingers of his right hand through her dark brown hair. "Yeah, really, the cops were mostly just shocked that someone like Pat could land someone like Tia." "You heard what they said," Julia said. She finally worked the last button loose and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. "He made her come twice in five minutes. Who cares what the equipment looks like, as long as it still works?" "Oh, is that right?" he replied. His free hand was now working on Julia's dress, pulling the hem up her legs slowly. "Yessssssss," she hissed into Tim's ear. "Of course, in your case, I don't have to choose. I get the best of both worlds - the equipment works, but it also looks damn good." She accentuated her point by running her hands across his well-chiseled pecs and tracing the contours of his abs. "Is that your way of telling me you want to cum twice in five minutes?" Tim asked. He set his beer on the dining table behind him, and did the same with Julia's beer before leaning down to kiss her neck. He dragged his tongue across her collarbone, and when he bit down on her shoulder, she gasped. "I wouldn't turn it down," she replied. "I will say this: if you can do it, it won't take me 25 minutes to make you cum." Tim broke into a huge grin and pushed Julia's dress the rest of the way up her thighs, bunching it around her waist. When he moved his fingers to her pussy, he could feel her wetness, even through her panties. "Somebody's already turned on," Tim said, pulling her panties to the side and immediately jabbing a finger inside her. "OH, shit!" she said, immediately locking her hands around his neck. "I've been horny all day. You didn't fuck me this morning before you left." "I didn't, did I?" Tim asked. "Noooo..." she replied. "I had to go to the bathroom and finger myself twice today." "Show me," he said, taking her right hand and moving it in between her legs. "I'm going to make you cum twice in the next four minutes now, but you're going to help." Julia started rubbing her clit while Tim rapidly plunged two fingers into her steamy cunt. She wasn't going to last a whole lot longer, but just to make sure, he leaned forward and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. Even with her dress and bra still covering them, the sensation was strong enough for Julia to let loose with another blue streak. "FUCK!" she yelled. "I'm gonna cum!" Tim only increased the pace with his fingers, and he managed to pull back and watch Julia's face as she came on both their hands. He got more than his fair share of memorable views from the cockpit, but for Tim's money, this sight - a beautiful woman cumming because of something he was doing - beat everything. While his right hand was occupied with her pussy, his left hand had been working at his own zipper. He'd loosened his belt enough to pull his black slacks down around his ankles. As soon as she stopped to take a breath, Tim crouched down, aimed his cock at her pussy and plunged forward. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!!" Julia cried out, most of it into Tim's shoulder. He figured he had about 90 seconds left to make her cum again. He lifted her right leg off the ground, and after re-locking her fingers behind his neck, she added her left leg, intertwining them around his lower back. Tim supported most of Julia's weight while repeatedly slamming into her pussy, causing the picture frames on the wall to shake. One of them got loose from its hook and crashed to the ground - Tim barely noticed. His arms were wrapped around her lower back as he held her up, but he freed one of his hands temporarily to lay several light but stinging swats on her bubbly ass. She groaned with every smack, adding something extra to the constant whimpers she was letting loose every time Tim drove into her pussy. He was quickly running out of time, so Tim resorted to a trick he only used occasionally. He leaned away just enough to establish solid eye contact with Julia, and stared deep into her eyes while he repeatedly slammed his hips forward into her. They exchanged so much with those deep gazes, but it always seemed to grab her emotions and send them hurtling over the edge of a cliff. Within five seconds, she was biting her lip. She started babbling incoherently a few moments later, and somewhere around the 30-second mark, he felt a torrent of Julia's juices flooding his cock as she came one more time. She squeaked a little bit, but not much else came out of her open mouth as her second orgasm slammed into her. Tim usually broke the eye contact once she started cumming, but he couldn't tear his eyes away this time. They stayed locked onto each other throughout her entire orgasm, finally looking away as Julia's body started to sag. He didn't like doing that to her - that kind of deep, soul-searching look could do nothing but give her the wrong idea about how he felt. But for whatever reason, it worked on her every time, so when he absolutely needed her to cum right then and there, it was his go-to trick. "That's so unfair," she cried as Tim carefully lowered them both to the ground. "I know." "You always tell me there's nothing emotional in this for you, then you go and do stupid shit like that," Julia said. "Hey," Tim replied. "I had a deadline to meet. Normally, I'd have just strung you along for another few minutes until you came from the friction, but I was under strict instructions to make you cum twice in five minutes. Time was running out." "And that's all it was, huh?" "Of course," he said. He knew it was bullshit, and he figured Julia probably did, too. "Right," she said. "Go sit on the couch." Tim did as he was told and dropped down onto Julia's red loveseat in the living room. She hadn't gotten off the ground yet, but as he settled into the chair, she started crawling toward him. "Well, you lying sack of shit, you met your deadline, so I guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain," she said. She was grinning enough for Tim to know that she wasn't totally serious, although now he was sure she knew he was lying. After what seemed like 10 minutes but probably only took 10 seconds, Julia crawled in between Tim's legs. She didn't waste time on pretense and small talk - she immediately dropped her head to his lap and engulfed his cock with her warm mouth. "Oh, God, Jules," Tim groaned. "I'll never get used to that feeling; those first few seconds I'm in your mouth are just amazing." "You like that, do you?" she asked, looking up at him and smiling around his cock. "You know I do," he replied. "How do you taste?" "How do I-" she almost finished repeating Tim's question when she finally realized what he meant. He saw her cheeks blush slightly, which just got him harder. She said nothing for a minute; she just continued bobbing her head up and down on his cock. "I taste pretty damn good actually," she said, pulling him from her mouth ever so briefly. "You hear about how some guys can suck their own dicks - I wonder if it'd be possible to lick my own pussy." Tim's eyes bugged out of his head, and Julia laughed as she popped his cock back into her mouth. There were about a million replies to his last question, but Tim had fully not expected that one. "Though, I doubt it," she said a few moments later when she took him out of her mouth and started stroking him. "I'm sure I'm not flexible enough for that." "Well, it's all about wanting it," Tim said, placing his hands behind her head. "Flexibility, we can work on." "Later," she replied, and started licking up and down the length of his cock. She was using one hand to massage his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of his dick. For the next 10 minutes, Julia steadily worked his cock with her tongue and her lips, with just the slightest contribution from her teeth. She only stopped once, to take off the dress that was still bunched around her waist. Tim's eyes must have rolled back in his head a dozen times, as she kept finding ways to make something that already felt really damn good even better. Finally, she started deep-throating Tim, which pushed him right to the edge. Just as he was about to cum, though, she gripped his cock tightly around the base, cutting off the cum from rising up from his balls. "What are you doing?" "I'm not letting you cum just yet," she replied, grinning. "I don't think that's how it happened," he answered. "Pat said Tia was doing enough to make him cum, he just wouldn't let himself. She wasn't purposely stopping him." "So?" she replied back. "You said I'm better at this than Tia." Tim just groaned as Julia removed her fingers and started sucking again. She'd waited just long enough - he wasn't getting soft, but his orgasm was delayed a few more minutes. He tightened his grip in her hair and moved her up and down on his dick, feeling himself inch closer and closer with every up-and-down movement of Julia's mouth. She really was good at this, Tim thought, and if she wanted to tease him and make it last a little longer, that was fine. Just a few minutes later, Tim discovered Julia's ulterior motives. She was rapidly moving her mouth up and down on his cock, occasionally taking him down her throat, and Tim tightened the grip he now had on her shoulders to let her know he was about to cum. Instead of speeding up, or even backing away and using her hands to finish him off as she sometimes did, she pulled off completely. Her hand lightly stroked his dick, just enough to keep him hard, but that was it. "What's going on?" "I'm still not letting you cum yet." "Oh, God," Tim groaned. "C'mon, Julia. Once was bad enough, but you're going to kill me here." She rocked back on her heels and sat down Indian-style on the floor, still stroking his rock-hard cock. "Oh, I'll make you cum," she said, a strange gleam in her eye. "You just need to tell me first." "Tell you what? That I want to cum?" Tim blurted out, exasperated. "Jesus, Julia. You know I want to cum." "Not that," she replied, half-chuckling. "I want you to say it." "Say what?" Tim replied. He was starting to get rather annoyed. His dick was still standing at attention, with Julia's tiny hand wrapped around it, not even covering half. "You know what I'm talking about, Tim," she replied. Oh, fucking Christ, he thought to himself. "You can't be serious." "I am serious, Tim," she answered. "I want to be serious. You want to be serious. But you can't get over yourself and admit it, can you?" "Julia, this is not the time." "It's never the time, Tim," she answered back. "You just made me cum a few minutes ago with one of the most intense, passionate looks I've ever seen in my life, and yet, you still say it's just about the sex." Yet another image from the past trickled to the front of Tim's brain. It was of himself, about three years ago, in an apartment much smaller than this one. Then, it was Tim himself sitting Indian-style on the floor, right next to the door, while Leira loomed over him. She'd been standing, trying to leave, and Tim was sitting down, but the similarities were too much. Just as Tim was about to respond, he remembered Leira's words, all too clearly in his mind: *"The sex with us has always been great. But that's all this is about now. Don't you want more than that?"* All at once, Tim's anger shot up to the surface, and his body followed suit, ripping his cock from Julia's grasp as he sprang to his feet. He made a B-line for his shirt and slacks, still crumpled in a pile next to the fallen picture frame by the dining table. Now it was Julia's turn to be confused. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" she asked frantically. "I guess it isn't even about the sex now," he replied, much too harshly. As he pulled his boxers and slacks up over his now flagging cock, he turned to look at her. The look on her face was pure panic. It tugged on him - it really did. But he was so angry with her right now, he couldn't help it. "I'm sorry, Tim," she answered. "I didn't mean it. Please, don't go." "You did mean it," he answered, speaking about as loudly as he could without yelling at her. She was on the verge of tears now. "You wanted something from me. You couldn't get it from me any other way. Here, I thought you were trying to do something for me... and all you wanted was something to make yourself feel better." "I did want you to cum!" she exclaimed. "I just-" "I got news for you, Julia," Tim replied. He didn't want to say this next part, but the words came before he could clip them. "The last person who used sex as a weapon with me? I haven't spoken to her in more than three years." Tim patted his pants to make sure he had his keys and his phone. Without looking back at Julia, he opened the door and slammed it behind him.

Title: Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 03 Tags: concrete floor, inhaled deeply, continued stroke, moving hand, sucked mouth, hand job, hand, pubic hair, leaned forward Time always seems to drag slower in proportion to how excited and anxious you are and right now as I sat amongst the shelving and old cardboard boxes time couldn’t have passed slower if it had stopped. My mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what she had meant by my “Treat”. Maybe I was going to get to eat that juicy cunt of hers - again. I was drooling at just the thought of it. If someone had told me last week that I would be sitting where I was, waiting to service an old woman’s pussy, I would have laughed in their face. Strange how life can turn out isn’t it. My thoughts were broken when the door swung open. I sat quietly on the old metal framed chair just staring at her because I was unsure what to say, or indeed if I should say anything at all. She smiled at me, bent down to look me straight in the eyes and placed a long fingernail underneath my chin. She pressed it so hard into my skin that it forced my head backwards then she spoke. “You may think that you are cock of the walk but if I ever see you sitting in my chair again, I will make you suffer.” Her tone was soft and calming but the sharp nail threatening to cut my skin open gave her words a whole new meaning. I went to stand up so I could get off the chair but she quickly pushed me back down again. Placing a leg either side of my hips she told me to find another way off. The only way I could see was to slide out from underneath her, so I took that route. My heart was pounding as my face neared her tightly black covered mound; I inhaled deeply through my nose as I searched for the scent of her sex. My prick twitched to life and began to rapidly stiffen as her musk invaded my senses. I was hoping and praying she would stop me moving, which would give me the excuse to prolong the pleasure of inhaling her scent, but instead she just laughed and told me to get a move on. Once I was free, I turned around to face her. She still had her back to me and my knees hurt on the hard concrete floor but the view of her round ass cheeks made the discomfort acceptable, in fact I think my submissive posture added to the erotic pleasure I was feeling. My silver haired boss moved to one of the shelves and produced a pair of thin bladed scissors from one of the myriad of boxes. I watched with some fear as she took her place on the chair and toyed with the blade. Slowly, she parted her strong thighs before holding the scissors out to me. “You will use these to cut open my pants. You will not cut anything else and you will definitely NOT cut me. If you make one mistake you will leave this store because your services will no longer be required. Do you understand?” My mouth and throat were far too dry to enable me to talk properly and all I could do was nod my head like a fool. I gingerly took the blades from her and attempted to make the first cut. I was so nervous that beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and running down my face. The material of her Jodhpur pants was tougher than I first thought and it took a bit more persuasion for the blades to have an effect. Gradually a penny-sized hole appeared along the crotch seam, so I snipped a bit more. Pleased with myself I carried on cutting and within seconds the crotch of her panties were on full display to my gaze. “Enough.” She barked at me. Apart from what seemed to me the thunderous rhythmic sound of my heartbeat up until that point, the room had been totally silent and I jumped with shock at her sudden command. My prick was threatening to burst out of my pants as I quickly looked up into her eyes before turning my attention to her black lacy panties. Yesterday because of the darkness under her skirt, I didn’t get to see much of her pussy, but today I could just about make out her pubic hair and the top of her slit. The combined smell of her heat, sweat and perfume tormented my senses until I was on the verge of lust-crazed insanity. But I knew my place and held back from devouring her. Looking up into her eyes once more I saw a sparkle in them that I knew meant she loved her position of authority, and right at this moment I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I watched with bated breath as she slid the palms of her hands over her glorious covered breasts, across her plump belly and onto her inner thighs. She used her thumbs to pinch either side of her sweet cunt so that her labia nipped at the gusset of her panties. Gently massaging her pussy in this way, she lifted one of her feet and pressed the sole into my crotch. “Oh fuck.” I gasped as I continued to watch her fingers. She pressed harder onto my prick with her shoe whilst moving her hand in such a way that she now used two fingers of one hand to do the job that her thumbs had been doing. Then with her free hand she used one of her long red fingernails to graze along the creased material covering her slit. I suddenly became aware that I was panting like a dog at the erotic show she was putting on for me. “Are you hungry little puppy?” she barely whispered the question. She had obviously noticed my panting as well. “Yes… yes very hungry.” I stammered. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as I waited for her to speak. “Good. In that case why don’t you feast on my pussy.” She grinned down at me. I didn’t need a second invitation as I quickly leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her panties. I sucked and licked them with all the energy I could muster. Drawing the soft cotton and her cunt lips into my greedy mouth, trying to suck her juices through the thin material. I was soon rewarded for my efforts when my taste buds sparked like an electric shock as the familiar tang of her juices seeped over my tongue. I whimpered with pleasure as I sucked and sucked more of her into my mouth. “Oh God… you… you are hungry… aren’t you.” She panted huskily as her hips rocked up and down against my face. I wanted her naked cunt. I desperately needed to feel her soft wet pussy lips on my tongue. I wanted to rub my face all over her sex so I would be covered in her juices. I picked up the discarded scissors and deftly snipped at the gusset of her soaking wet panties. The elastic snapped them out of view and there it was – my prize. For a few long seconds I stared at her full bush of graying tangled pubic hair. The very unkempt nature of it excited me even more. In the past I had preferred my girls to have it neatly trimmed but this had more of an effect on me than I could have ever known. Her fat pink labia shining with her slick juices begged to be eaten and once more I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her womanly aroma was even stronger now that she was uncovered. Using my tongue I stroked it up her cleft. I repeated it again and again and each time my tongue buried itself a little deeper into her sopping pussy. Suddenly I felt tremendous pain as my boss grabbed my hair and half dragged me to the floor. “You little bastard how dare you tease me!!” She screamed at me. I was dazed and confused and it took a second or two before I managed to get my bearings. I had ended up on my back on the concrete floor and had just enough time to see her big hairy cunt descending towards me. Her hot wetness threatened to suffocate me as she sat on my face with all her weight. She no longer cared about my comfort as she roughly rode my face. I knew I had deserved it somehow, but for the life of me I couldn’t work it out. Her weight forced my mouth open and her juices flowed freely like a river over my face and down my throat. I tried to drink as much as I could but it was proving impossible to drink and fight for air at the same time. The last thing I remember was her screaming and thrashing about on top of me before I blacked out. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious for as I slowly opened my eyes. My surroundings had changed because now it looked like I was in a bedroom judging by the chintzy curtains covering the window opposite where I lay. My nose felt very sore and my jaw ached as I became more aware. I turned my head and saw my boss standing a few feet away from me with her back to me. Apart from bra and panties she was undressed and searching through a draw in the chest against the wall. A little groan escaped my lips that caused her to spin around. “Oh thank God you are alright.” She cried out as she rushed to my side. Sitting on the edge of the bed she stroked her fingers through my hair and gently spoke to me. “I’m so sorry sweetheart. I didn’t realise how much I was getting carried away. At first I thought I had killed you but then when I saw that you were still breathing I was so relieved.” “Where am I?” I whispered. “You are in my bedroom. It’s ok don’t move. You can stay here for the night so that I can keep an eye on you.” She soothed me. Moving onto the bed she carefully lifted my head and cradled me like a baby to her bosom. Her voluptuous breasts were like big soft pillows and I couldn’t help but lick my tongue up the side of one. “Of course… of course… hold on sweetheart.” She quickly said. Hefting one of her large tits out of the hammock like cup of her bra she pulled my head and my mouth to her big fat brown nipple. “Suckle on my breast and that will help you relax more.” That hadn’t been my intention but parting my lips I sucked it deep into my mouth as she continued to stroke my hair. It felt strange at first to be cuddled like a baby, but I was a horny eighteen-year-old guy and my hormones were beginning to take control. The familiar stirrings began in my crotch once again. The more I sucked on her nipple the more my cock began to waken and stretch. Because of the way I was laying on the bed my quickly expanding prick became trapped and painful so I turned round more onto my side to release the pressure. This caused my dick to spring free and slap against my boss’s leg. She giggled and muttered something about me been a naughty young man. Still keeping my mouth pressed to her breast with one hand she rested the other on my hip. Not a word was spoken as she slid her hand down and curled her fingers around my throbbing shaft. With a slow feather light touch, she began to stroke up and down my strong member. Somewhere in the room the soft ticking of a clock could be heard but apart from that the room was silent. It seemed like I had lain there forever as her hand continued to stroke my manhood. Now and again she would alternate from my shaft to my balls, gently caressing and squeezing them. I had been given hand jobs before many times, but this wasn’t just a hand job because she was making love to my manhood with her hand. I looked up at her and saw her smiling back down at me. “Is that nice?” she softly asked. Smiling around her fat nipple I nodded my response and closed my eyes. I felt like I was in a dream state in her tender caress. My prick was leaking profusely from the tip and I knew I wouldn’t be far off cumming. She must have also known this because she began to speed up her motions. She smeared my pre-cum all over the bulging tip of my dick with her finger that sent shivers up and down my spine. I was grunting with lust now and thrust my hips out to meet her hand, any second now I was going to burst as I felt my balls beginning to tighten. Moving her hand further down my shaft and over my cum filled balls she slipped her spunk-coated finger between the cheeks of my ass and pushed it home. Never in my life had I ever experienced anything like that and I couldn’t help but bite down hard on her nipple as my dick erupted with such force that the first three jets splattered all over her shoulder and tits. She unrelenting worked her finger in and out of my asshole as my white-hot cream continued to boil from my balls. The spunk on the tit I was sucking at trickled down to my lips but I didn’t care as I also sucked that into my mouth as well because if had I let go of her nipple I would have screamed out so passionately and loudly that someone might have called the police. Eventually my body ceased its convulsions and I slumped exhausted like a rag doll onto my boss. Our bodies were covered with my sticky cream but I still refused to let the nipple go and with her finger remaining imbedded deep inside me I drifted off to sleep. To be continued… *I would like to thank the good people who have left me comments on my previous stories. I have taken note of all comments placed on my previous posts and I will incorporate those subjects into future submissions. Because of the lag in time from posting to actually been posted on the site I had already written parts one to three before I had chance to react sooner to your requests. Your words of support have been a great help to me and I hope that you continue to read my works. As always all comments will be most welcome.*

Title: Bad Porn: Chapter Six by Geoffbunny Tags: Bad Language, Bizarre, Kangaroo, Other/Herm, Paws, Plot Development, Rabbit, Tiger *Hello, furs! It's been a while since I updated this story, but I'm back! I hope you enjoy this installment... And, as always, if you haven't read the rest of the series, this isn't going to make ANY SENSE AT ALL TO YOU! So please, go back and read. It's not that bad, I swear. :P* "...Hello?" Silence greeted him. "Hey, Mic. Mic?" Silas stepped into the living area of Micas's apartment, looking down to find himself shirtless, dressed in some loose-fitting pajama pants... They obviously belonged to his rabbit friend. He looked towards the couch to see sheets and blankets covering it, a messed up makeshift bed. He rubbed over the pillow, and looked over his shoulder to the bedroom. "It wasn't real..." He stared off for an unknown amount of time towards the bedroom, unsure of what he was feeling. At first, gladness. *But it felt...* Silas then gazed at his surroundings carefully. "Hello?" The kangaroo bit his lip, brows furrowing, and padding toward the kitchen. "It felt like that because it wasn't real." "Hm?" Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed a yellow piece of paper laying on the counter. Stepping cautiously closer to it, he leaned over and inspected the words written: \_Silas. You need to know. They're gonna get you if you're not careful. I'm not going to lie to you. You are being set up for some sick fantasies of a few rich tech-heads. Explaining it in writing is a near impossibility. I left to make things right. Sorry for not saying. 350 E Green St. Apartment F. I took my gun, but my spare is under the sink, in a hidden cabinet on the right. I keep it loaded. Extra ammunition is in the box of Choco-Rings cereal in the cabinet under the microwave. If I figured them out like I think, then it should be 10:34 AM as of the end of you reading this note. That should give you plenty of time to prepare yourself. This is real, Silas. You need to trust me. At 12:03, there will be four wolves at the door. They will knock three times. If you do not answer, they will kick down the door and enter. They will be armed. Shoot them. Once they are dead, I need you to come to the apartment here.\_ The note seemed to end abruptly. Silas didn't notice. His knees shook as he looked at the clock. 10:34. The yellow paper held tight in his paw, Silas stepped away, and leaned against the wall. "What the fuck... This isn't... This can't be real. This is just another fucked up..." And then, he stopped his breath. Looking towards the digital clock on the kitchen microwave, he saw it flip from 10:33 to 10:34. Staring at the clock, the kangaroo seemed to be frozen in place. He didn't know how long he was watching the clock. But he couldn't quite believe what he saw. The digital readout switched from 10:33 to 10:34. A minute later, the LED clock changed from 10:33 to 10:34. Silas felt sick to his stomach, and slowly started to stand. Watching the clock carefully, he saw it go back to 10:33. Three seconds later, it was 10:34 again. "This is..." he shook his head in complete and utter disbelief. "No..." He looked over the note again, then back up to the clock, just in time to see the time passage from 10:33 to 10:34. Footpaws against tile floor made soft, unnoticed sounds. He knelt and opened the cabinet, peering into the darkened storage and spotting the outline of a square. Reaching for it, he found that it shook when his paw brushed against it. He pushed more firmly this time, and it swung open, Silas's paw almost immediately touching and gripping around the gun, pulling it out. Standing up, he stared down at the weapon, wondering how it fit so neatly into his paw... He looked up from the gun to the clock. 10:49. Fifteen minutes later. Silas gulped, and backed away from the clock, turning towards the cabinet above the microwave and reaching up to open it, pulling out the box of cereal and opening it, dumping it out. Six magazines for the nine millimeter pistol the kangaroo held in his paw. 10:50. Silas filled his pockets with all the magazines he could, and took a step back, breathing deeply. "Okay, Silas... Straighten shit out..." He stared around the room, and saw that the TV was on. He walked toward it, and saw the screen portraying a scientist, shaking a bottle of pills around and yelling. "It's the cure! It's the cure! Take two and call me in the morning! It's the cure! It's the cure! Take two and call me in the morning!" 10:51. Silas shook his head, and backed away, heading for the bedroom again. He'd at least get some decent clothes on. 10:52. The kangaroo opened the closet, and started to rummage through Micas's shirts, eyes peeled for something he liked. 10:53. He found it. A navy button-down dress shirt that was his size, and a white tee to wear under it, as well as a pair of black pants. They looked like they'd be a little baggy, but they'd do for his situation. 10:57. The shirts fit great, but the pants were a little loose around the waist. He went back to the closet to retrieve a belt. Bad Porn. 10:58. Silas's ears pinned back to his head. Stacks of VHS tapes. All titled "Bad Porn." He knelt down, and grabbed the one on top, looking it over carefully. The sticker label was in red permanent marker. 10:59. In pencil, very faintly, was written: 11:00. Silas Craig + Micas Warner. Silas felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. All the energy left his body, and he couldn't breathe. Reading the names over and over again, silently, screaming them in his head. "Micas..." He rubbed a finger over the name, and looked on the far end of the bedroom. There was a TV, and a VCR. Cautiously, and with shaky paws, he raised himself upright, and walked towards them both. With dry mouth and brief hesitation, he slipped the tape into the VCR, and turned on the TV. "Micas... Oh, god..." Silas writhed on the bed, gripping at the sheets and arching his back upwards as he felt that agile lapine tongue lap across his tight, clenching pucker again and again. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, the warm, wet muscle wriggling across that untouched spot beneath his tail. "M-Micas... I want you to... I want you to..." "*Fuck. Me.*" Silas sat there, wide-eyed and sweating, his thumb on the stop button. The TV was blank, yet he stared anyway. "What the hell?" 11:12. Silas Craig + Jillian Craig. "Oh, Jillian..." Sweat matted down the lovers' fur. Silas squeezed at his wife's breasts, his proud member disappearing and reappearing into and from her wonderful folds, the moistened, dripping lips caressing over his kangaroo cock, making it throb throughout his entire body a radiation of the most carnal of pleasures. As they mated together, Silas's paws slid down his wife's arms, rubbing her body over before they joined their paws in a passionate embrace, his mouth locking with hers as they kissed feverishly. 11:20. Jillian Craig + Ashley Redmond. "AGH!" Silas cried out in pain as he was forced open by the huge, throbbing tigercock, his vaginal walls burning with pain, but his belly aflame with lust as he squeezed down on Ashley's large endowment, feeling her stiffness work its way in and out of his spasming pussy. 11:26. Silas slammed the stop button, and shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. Tears flowed down either cheek, a confusion welling up in his gut and making him nauseous. 11:27. He made it halfway to the bathroom before he collapsed, his vision going white momentarily, a deep pain jarring him inside. "What is... wrong with me?!" He growled to no one. 11:35. Silas wretched, his arms hugging the porcelain bowl tight, as if it were his only comfort. 11:40. The tile felt cool on his back through the borrowed clothing. He still needed that belt. Tears stained his face. 11:41. Silas fastened the needle on the belt through the proper hole, and let his shirts drop down over it once again. He looked down at himself, and sniffed his nose, biting on his lip, whimpering through his teeth. 11:42. "What is this... What is it?!" 11:43. "I can't... this isn't right. This doesn't make any sense!" 11:44. "I want out! I want out of this fucked up nightmare!" He howled, staring at the ceiling. 11:45. "*DO YOU HEAR ME?!*" 11:46. "Kill me... Whatever the fuck you have to do to wake me up!" 11:47. "Just *KILL ME!*" 11:48. But that would be amoral. 11:49. Illegal. 11:50. We can't do that just yet. 11:51. We need approval. 11:52. "Who... who's there?" 11:53. "Who was that? Where are you?!" 11:54. Try to stay calm. 11:55. "Fuck *that!* Now I'm hearing voices?!" 11:56. You need to focus, Silas. "Nngh... Oh, f...fuck..." The kangaroo fell backwards, his knees giving out. 11:57. 11:58. "G...god... Let me go!" He was caught by four paws. All of which started to rub and caress him over. "D-don't... Stop that!" 11:59. "Oh... shit... Uh-uuhhnn..." The fingers and palms pawed and gripped at his body lustfully, finding his nipples and pinching them, while two others dove down his pants... One started to stroke and firmly grasp his sheath, playing with his sac and the orbs within. The other slid along the crevice of his rump, toying along until it came to his entrance, pressing at it gently and repeatedly. "St... Stop..." But it was futile. Four more paws materialized and attacked him, grabbing his arms and holding them still, then doing the same with his legs... The force behind the paws were strong, and he found himself completely unable to break free, his body squirming left and right. He gulped down hard, feeling himself get aroused, his kangaroo maleness already rock hard under the sudden... Almost perfect attentions of the hands rubbing, scratching, stroking... "U-uhh," he groaned quietly, as one paw slowly gripped and stroked along the pink flesh, another paw materializing and undoing the kangaroo's pants, sliding them down little by little to his ankles, then returning to Silas's crotch, gripping at his balls and giving them a gentle tug and squeeze, complementing the efforts of the phantom hand palming the kangaroo's shaft. Above those paws were others. Silas was lifted higher in the air, four feet off the ground now as he was held captive by the disembodied hands. He choked on a moan, tugging and trying to break free, but unable to do so, the paws on his nipples giving them another pinch and flicking a single finger over them, again and again, shockwaves and tinges of pleasure mixing with the ones wrought elsewhere. Silas still felt that single finger pressing against his ass, and he resisted, but the pressure kept getting harder and harder... He opened his mouth to shout, but another paw shot forward and filled it with two fingers, muffling the sound with its fist. The fingers began to rub in and out against his tongue and roof of his mouth. The finger on his ass pressed in again, and broke the surface, spreading open his walls as it pushed its long, dextrous fingers in. "Mmnnn!" Silas called out, now breathing more heavily than before, his fur matted down once again. He felt that fiery, building pressure in his loins, and struggled less and less. Fingers pawed, pinched, stroked, tugged, pushed, pulled, squeezed, caressed, touched, and Silas couldn't take it anymore. He felt his orgasm hit, and he shot all over himself, groaning into the fingers in his mouth, which stopped their movements within, along with all the other paws, except for the one milking his cock. 12:00. "Mm... Mmnh... No... Let *GO!*" Silas tried to sit up, and gasped for air, his brow covered in sweat. The paws disappeared, and he dropped, hitting his head against the corner post of the bed. 12:01. He looked at the bedroom clock just in time to see it change. He glanced over himself, going to pull his pants back up, only to find out that they already had been. Pant, huff, pant. Silas fought to control his breathing. 12:02. His mouth was dry again, as he stared. Reaching back, he grabbed for Micas's gun, making sure he had a good grip, finger on the trigger. 12:03.

Title: Frat House Slut Ch. 01 Tags: college, double penetration, exhibitionism, fraternity, gangbang, shared girlfriends, threesome, voyeurism Julie was one of the most popular girls in her high school. She was a cheerleader for four years and was elected captain in her senior year. She was on the Honor Roll, on the prom committee, school newspaper and vice president of her senior class. She dated Dan, the quarterback of the football team, and was elected Homecoming Queen. Not only was Julie popular but she was also beautiful, standing at 5'8", slender frame, 34b breasts with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was the envy of a lot of her female classmates and knew many of the boys desired her. Julie would flaunt her beauty at times, especially when she was in her cheerleader uniform. On the Fridays before games, all of the cheerleaders would wear their uniforms to school and she knew many of the young boys would follow her with their eyes as she walked down the hallways of school. However, things changed once Julie went to a large mid-west university. Once the most popular girl in school, Julie was now just a one of 30,000 other students and no longer the brightest and prettiest girl around. She got lost in the crowd. She just assumed that she would be an automatic addition to the cheerleading squad but was devastated when she was one of the first girls cut. Used to getting straight A's, Julie was being challenged by college courses and was now getting B's and C's which further traumatized her. Her college roommate, Jen, liked to party on the weekends and often invited her to parties or offered to help her get her a fake ID to get into some of the bars close to campus but Julie was determined to study hard to improve her grades but no matter how many hours she spent at the library, she was still an average student. She became slightly depressed and her self-esteem plummeted, especially after having to deal with the gain of almost forty pounds, the legendary "Freshman 40." After never having to worry about having a date on the weekend, Julie had only been on two dates since the beginning of her freshman year and none in the last month. She often thought of her high school boyfriend who broke up with her at the end of the summer their senior year. She missed him and wished things could go back to her glory days in high school but that wasn't possible. Things continued like this into the spring semester and Julie's confidence remained low, still struggling with her grades, social life and battling her weight gain. She didn't have sex with the few guys she did date, but gave them hand jobs, more out of boredom than really liking them. She didn't believe in having sex unless she deeply cared about her partner. The dates she had weren't the most attractive guys on campus but they, at least, showed an interest in her. When she had completed her first year, she wasn't even sure she wanted to go back to the large university in the fall. She thought about transferring to a small local college. Her parents and friends convinced her to give it one more try in the fall, after all, she was attending the university she dreamed about since junior high. She even tried to rekindle the romance she had with Dan throughout most of high school but he had moved on to other girls and showed no interest in Julie anymore. Julie was determined to turn things around before going back to school. She began to work out regularly and lost some of the weight she had gained. She still thought her butt was too big and her thighs were a little thicker than she wanted but she felt much better about herself. She went on a few dates with some of her former classmates that were also home for the summer and she was gaining a little more confidence but she still never had sex with anyone other than Dan. As the summer was coming to an end, she felt a little anxiety about returning to school. What would happen if her grades didn't improve or if she had no social life again? When she moved back into the dorms for the fall semester, she was determined to have a better year than last year. On the evening that she first moved back, Jen told her about a frat party she was going to and invited her along. Julie heard horrible stories about the drugs, alcohol and sex at these parties and it didn't appeal to her and was reluctant to go. Jen had tried all of last year to get her to loosen up and said something that resonated with Julie. "Come on, Jules, you're in college. You can't be a boring good girl your whole life. You need to learn to live a little. Have some fun for once in your life. Besides, you can always leave if you don't like the party." Jen was right, she thought. Julie had decided to have a more active social life and if she didn't like the party she would leave. It was time for her to break out of her shell. Julie changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt and Jen shook her head showing her displeasure. "Jules, if you're going to attract guys, you are going to have to show off some of your assets. Let me pick out something for you." Jen went through some of her roommates clothing telling her, "We're going to have to go shopping." She then picked out a pair of black leggings and a quarter zip, long sleeve top, along with a thong and matching bra. Julie expressed some concerns with the leggings because she didn't like the size of her butt. Jen told her that guys like butts like hers and to "trust her." She also made sure Julie had the zipper pulled down all the way to show off some cleavage. When they got to the off campus frat house, the party was in full swing. They were greeted by the smell of people smoking weed and a young guy getting sick in the side yard. Julie was getting nervous even before going in. They were each handed a plastic cup of freshly poured beer as soon as they walked in the door. There was music blaring and people milling about in what looked like a large older home that was converted to a frat house. People were dancing in one of the large rooms and guys were eyeing each girl that entered the party. Julie was scared. She had never been to such a wild party before. She only drank wine on special occasions at family gatherings with her parents' permission seeing she wouldn't be twenty-one for another year and a half. Jen could tell her friend was a little nervous so after they drank their first beer she suggested they dance a little to get Julie to relax. While out on the dance floor, a good looking member of the fraternity made his way over to dance with the two young ladies and he seemed to take a liking to Julie. Jen noticed this right away and conveniently disappeared before the song ended leaving her roommate with the frat guy, forcing her to talk to him. He introduced himself as Jeff, who was the informal leader of the sophomores in the frat. He and Julie went off to get refills on their beer and talk. Her new found friend invited her onto the dance floor again. Julie was feeling the effects of the alcohol and was enjoying the attention of the handsome frat guy. They danced for several songs, breaking only to get more beer. When the DJ played a slow song, they watched as couples paired off to slowly sway to the music. Julie silently hoped Jeff want her to dance with him. He took her by the hand and she followed him into the middle of the dance floor, then placed her arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled her in close to him with his hands on her waist. Jeff looked deep in to Julie's eyes and told her how beautiful she was and how he'd never met anyone like her before. She didn't realize that Jeff used this line at every frat party, sometimes on several different girls in one night. Julie was entranced by her cute friend and was vulnerable to his charms given her lack of self-confidence. He could sense that his dance partner was falling for him and leaned in to kiss her and she instinctively responded, returning the kiss. Their lips remained pressed against each other until Jeff began to lightly kiss and nibble on her neck, a move that sent a wave of excitement through her body. Sensing her excitement, Jeff's hands found their way down onto Julies round ass, pulling her closer to him as they danced. She brought them back up to her waist in mild protest of his wandering hands but moments later his hands were back on her butt. She didn't object this time as their mid-sections started to grind against each other. Julie could feel his growing excitement and found herself getting sexually aroused also. The DJ went from one slow song right into another and Julie and Jeff never broke their embrace. His hands began to wander even more now as he brought one hand up to fondle a breast. Feeling the effects of the alcohol she wasn't used to consuming and the attentions of a cute, young frat boy, Julie didn't object to his hands now roaming freely over her body. She was a little concerned what others might think but as she looked around the room, other couples were in various stages of similar gyrations. As the song ended, Jeff leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Would you like to go to my room?" Julie's heart beat faster. She was sexually excited but she morally objected to sleeping with someone she had just met and it wasn't even a date. She wasn't that kind of girl. She had only one previous sexual partner and it was someone she loved. Although her and Dan made love hundreds of times over the years, they were in a serious relationship. She was now tempted to do something she felt was wrong. Jeff was trying to convince his dance partner to join him upstairs, hoping for another conquest that he could tell the guys about later. Julie spotted Jen and excused herself to go talk to her. She needed some advice. When Julie told Jen her dilemma, Jen told her, "What's the decision girl? You have a hot guy wanting to have sex with you. What are you saving it for? Go for it." Julie was still hesitant, "Gee, I don't know." Just then Jen spotted another girl going over to talk to Jeff. "Well Jules, you better make up your mind quickly because you've got competition." She nodded towards Jeff and the other girl. Armed with Jen's prodding and the fact that she now had competition for Jeff's attention, Julie returned to Jeff over at the beer keg. She pushed herself between Jeff and the other girl and asked him to get her another beer. He handed her another cup. Inside he was proud of her bold move to ice out the competition. She then gathered up all her courage and told him, "We can go up to your room if you want." Jeff got a big smile on his face, took Julie's hand and led her through the crowd and up to his room through a maze of couples making out all over the house. She was nervous. What if he didn't like her naked body? She thought her 34b breasts were too small and she thought her butt was too big. It was too late to turn back now. Once they got upstairs, Jeff led her to a small room down the hall with two beds. He apologized for the messy room, blaming it on his roommate but Julie didn't mind. She was too nervous to be bothered by it anyway. She only had one previous lover and she was about to double that number tonight. After he closed the door, Jeff took Julie into his arms, looking directly into her eyes, placing one hand gently behind her neck, drawing her close for a soft kiss that became more passionate as the precious moments passed. Julie hadn't had sex in over a year and her hormones were flowing now that she had a cute guy paying attention to her. Jeff was a typically horny teenage boy driven by his out of control testosterone and the peer pressure of being in a frat where his fellow members routinely bragged about their conquests the night before. Julie could feel Jeff's hard on pressing against her as they made out. He led her over to the bed where they laid down to continue their make out session as their bodies pressed against each other. He wasted no time sliding his hands up her shirt to feel her breasts through her bra, then pulling the shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Jeff quickly began to kiss her exposed cleavage driving Julie to become even hotter. Her hands were fondling his ass and stroking his erect member through his shorts. Both were breathing heavy now, consumed by their young passion. Jeff quickly stripped off his clothing, then helped Julie with hers, at first, fumbling with the clasp of her bra until she reached behind to help him. Her breasts now exposed. He wasted no time fondling and sucking on her tits while reaching between her legs to rub her pussy through her leggings. He broke their embrace to slide them over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in only her thong. Julie lifted her butt off the bed to allow Jeff to pull it off. Now naked and feeling vulnerable, Julie hoped Jeff liked what he saw. She was relieved to hear him tell her, "You look gorgeous. I fell for you the moment I laid my eyes upon you." Julie was relieved that he liked her naked body and was falling for Jeff too. They began kissing again as they mutually played with each other's genitals. He was about the same size as her only previous lover, Dan, but was thicker. Jeff stopped kissing and fingering her, then went down between her legs to begin eating her pussy. It had been so long since she had sex and was so horny that night, that it didn't take long for her to cum which made her pussy even hotter than before. Jeff now brought his dick up to Julie's face in expectation of her returning the favor and she didn't disappoint him. Even though she had only one previous lover, she and Dan had a lot of experience with each other and she showed that experience as she sucked Jeff's dick with him raving about her cocksucking ability which gave her more confidence. She bobbed up and down on the shaft before her but was still not able to take it all down her throat. Jeff would hold her head at times and pump himself into her mouth, forcing her to take his dick deeper, making her gag at times. He would then back off a bit and then push deeper into her throat again until she gagged. Julie enjoyed cocksucking because she knew how much guys liked it and she wanted to please her new lover. When Jeff withdrew from her mouth, Julie knew what he wanted next and laid down on his bed, opening her legs in a silent offering of herself to him. He stared at her naked body for a few moments which made Julie nervous. Her lack of confidence was showing up again at the worst time. She thought, "What if he doesn't like what he sees? What if I'm not good enough for him?" Her fears were quickly put to rest when he told her, "Damn you're gorgeous. I was undressing you with my eyes all night. Your body is even more beautiful than I imagined." Julie's heart was now filled with desire. She wanted to give Jeff the best sex he's ever had. He thought she was beautiful, something she hadn't heard in a while. Jeff climbed between her legs and teased her with his erection, rubbing up and down her wet opening. "What do you want me to do Julie?" "You know what I want and you want it too?" "I want to hear you say it," he told her as he continued to tease her. "I want you to put your dick in me and fuck me Jeff. I want it bad." He then slide himself into her as she softly moaned after not having been penetrated in over a year. She enjoyed a healthy sex life with Dan and missed having sex on a regular basis. But her drought was now over as Jeff was now humping on her. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed her hips upwards in order to meet his thrusts. At one point, he put her legs on his shoulders so he could drive into her harder, deeper and faster. Her pussy was on fire. Jeff then had her get on all fours and played with her ample ass while taking her from behind. Her breasts flopped back and forth as he slammed into her, their skin slapping together. Julie was begging him to fuck her good and hard and while she had another orgasm. Shortly thereafter, Jeff filled her pussy with his sperm. Both of them were breathing hard trying to catch their breaths. Julie told Jeff, "Oh that felt so good. I haven't had sex in a long time." "Yeah babe, you were great. I could tell you were really into it and it made it better for me too." Julie was happy she was able to please her lover. Jeff went to grab a couple of more drinks. She didn't know that while he was gone, he was also bragging about getting laid to some of his buddies. When he came back they started making out again which led to another wild love making session. He tried to talk Julie into having anal sex but she wasn't ready to try that. She had heard that it hurt a lot. After they both orgasmed during their second round of sex, they fell asleep together in Jeff's bed. When she woke up the next morning, Julie had a little bit of a hangover. Her head was pounding but she had fond memories of getting laid twice the night before. She also noticed Jeff's roommate sleeping in the bed across the room. She was really embarrassed and wondered when he came to bed. She tried to quietly get up, while still naked, to find her clothing that was scattered about the room. Jeff's roommate woke up while she was still naked and said, "Looks like you and Jeff had a good time last night." Julie was horrified. She turned around to see Jeff's roommate staring at her naked body. She began to blush and tried to cover herself while at the same time picking up her clothes. "I'm Dave by the way." "Hi I'm Julie." Dave watched as Julie got dressed and she quickly exited the room. She had to walk past several fraternity members on her way out of the house as each of them checked her out to see how lucky one of their members got last night. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair and makeup were a mess and she was hungover. It was her first experience with the walk of shame. When she got back to her room, she accidentally woke Jen up who wasn't bothered at all but wanted to know every juicy detail of the night before. Jen asked her, "Do you want to see him again or was this just a one night thing? Julie replied, "We exchanged numbers so I hope to hear from him again. He is so cute and he seemed to like me." The roommates got cleaned up and went out to get breakfast and told tales of what happened at the party. Jen thought she was going to hook up with a guy but it didn't work out and was a little envious of Julie having such a good time after having to be convinced to go to the party in the first place. She was also happy that Julie found someone that was interested in her. She was tired of hearing her roommate feel sorry for herself after living with her during their freshman year. Julie then got a text from Jeff. "Hey, what happened to you? I woke up and you were gone." She responded, "I was a little hungover and wanted to get back to my room." Jeff replied, "I had fun last night. Do you want to hang out again tonight?" "I had fun too. I'd love to hang out again." "I'll come get you at your dorm around 6 and maybe we can go out for Chinese then hang out at the house. There's always something going on here." "Sounds good Jeff. I'll see you then." Julie was thrilled Jeff wanted to see her again. Deep inside she was worried Jeff just used her for one night and she'd never hear from him again. She was even more excited about seeing him again that night. She used the rest of the day to catch up on her sleep and recover from her hangover. That evening she needed Jen's help picking out something to wear. She must have gone through at least ten outfits before Jen stepped in and made the decision for her. She picked out a deep V-neck t-shirt that showed off a little cleavage and was transparent enough that her lace bra could be seen through the cotton material. A short jean skirt completed the outfit. It was simple but showed off her assets. She spent a couple of hours getting her hair and makeup just right too. Julie met Jeff at the door of the dorm and tried to hide her excitement of seeing him again. She gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek to greet him. He looked even better in the sunlight and he told her again how gorgeous she looked. It was a little awkward for Julie to see Jeff again, after all, she didn't know him that well but they already had sex twice. It was a new feeling for her. Jeff had been through this routine many times before having had quite a few girls during his freshman year at the frat house. His confidence was apparent in the way he carried himself and was one of the things that made him attractive to Julie. Over a Chinese dinner, they had a chance to get to know each other better seeing they weren't in a crowded party with music blaring that made having a conversation that much more difficult. The more they talked, the more Julie became attracted to the cute frat boy. He complimented her on her beautiful eyes and her beauty in general and how she wasn't like the other girls he had met. She was more down to earth and intelligent. Julie didn't realize he said this to a lot of the girls he went out with and she was eating it all up. After dinner, they went back to the frat house where there were a few couples hanging out along with some of the single guys. Some were playing video games or using the pool table. There was beer in a keg leftover from the night before and they helped themselves while Jeff introduced her to the others. Then Jeff introduced her to his roommate Dave and Julie blushed. Dave blurted out, "Oh, hi Julie. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." He thought the line was funny but Julie was turning even redder. Dave explained how he saw Julie leaving that morning. Frat guys were used to seeing their brother's conquests in various states of exposure so Jeff wasn't mad at all. It was part of being in a frat. He did tell Jeff he thought Julie was too pretty for him which made the others in the room giggle but Julie felt complimented by the statement even though she knew it was partially in jest. Jeff and Julie hung out talking with the other couples and shooting some pool. She did notice that some of the single guys would happen to be in front of her when she was taking a shot, trying to look down her shirt or those behind her trying to look up her skirt. It bothered her at first but after a couple of beers she started to have a little fun with it

and let them look and even bent over a little more. She silently liked the attention she was getting from the other guys knowing they probably wished they were with her instead of Jeff. One nerdy guy, Paul, seemed to take a liking to Julie as she caught him staring at her a few times but he seemed too shy to look her in the eye after being caught checking her out. He was embarrassed by the thought of her knowing he was looking. Julie found it cute and went out of her way to tease him more than the other guys with peeks up her skirt or down her blouse. She made sure to brush up against him a couple of times too. All the attention made her feel more attractive and even a little sexy. She hadn't felt like that since her high school days. After socializing for a couple of hours, Jeff asked Julie if she wanted to go upstairs and she readily agreed. They had sex twice again that night and, they fell asleep in Jeff's bed afterwards. The next morning, Dave, once again, caught Julie getting out of bed completely nude. Julie knew he was pretending to be sleeping this time and deliberately took her time gathering her clothes, giving Jeff's roommate a good show of her nudity. She wondered if he would masturbate later while thinking about her. The thought of him doing that turned her on a little. Over the next couple of weeks, Julie got together with Jeff quite often, sometimes between classes and several times a week. The guys at the frat house got used to her being around and she got used to the frat house crass humor. She felt accepted by a group of recognized people around campus, similar to what she felt in high school. The guys at the frat house thought it was funny to "accidently" walk in on their frat brothers while they were having sex with a girl. The first time it happened to Julie and Jeff, she was mortified. A few guys, including Dave and Paul walked in on them while Julie had her legs spread wide with Jeff humping on her. It didn't seem to bother Jeff as he kept fucking her and Julie couldn't do anything seeing she was underneath her lover. The boys watched for a little while before Jeff finally kicked them out. Jeff explained that their rooms didn't have locks on them for safety reasons in case someone drank too much and one member overdosed one time. They were making comments in jest and offering fake apologies when the couple went back downstairs. Julie told them, "I hope you enjoyed the show, especially when you are jerking off by yourself later tonight." That brought a huge laugh out of the people in the house. It also showed that Julie could dish out a sarcastic remark and put people in their place. That made her even more accepted by the frat members. During those next few weeks, the guys walked in on them a couple of times and Julie got less annoyed and even liked it a little bit, although she never told Jeff. She liked how guys looked at her after they got done being seen fucking. One time, she was sucking Jeff's dick when they came in and she didn't stop until he came in her mouth. They never left seeing she didn't stop sucking or object. She got turned on seeing the lumps in their pants afterwards, knowing they wished she was sucking their dicks. One time, Jeff got horny early in the morning and fucked Julie while Dave was "sleeping" in the next bed. She was pretty sure he was awake the whole time but no one ever admitted it. The more comfortable she became around the house the more the guys seemed to brush up against her ass or give her butt a little squeeze sometimes. She would playfully push their hands away but never got upset with them, which they took as a sign that it was okay as long as it didn't go too far. For Jeff, it was frat boys being frat boys. He wasn't in a serious relationship with her anyway. Guys also got to see Julie in various states of dress and undress. When she spent the night with Jeff, she would sometimes have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, putting on one of his t-shirts that barely covered her ass and tits or sometimes she didn't feel like wearing a bra and knew guys were looking at her nipples poking out through her shirt or looking down it but it didn't bother her anymore. Jeff also got Julie to smoke a joint with him one night. The sex afterwards was even better when they were high and it became part of their routine. One time after getting high and drinking a few beers with the others in the house, Jeff told Julie that Paul had a little crush on her. She told him it was pretty obvious. He then informed her that they found out that Paul was still a virgin and the guys felt bad for him. The only reason he was in the frat was because his older brother was a past president and they agreed to take him under their wings and try to help him not be so nerdy. He had just transferred this semester or they would have helped him out last year. Jeff then said to Julie, "He has to get laid at some point and it's my duty as the sophomore lead is to try and help him out." Julie sort of knew where this might be leading but wasn't sure. "How do you plan to do that?" "Please don't get mad at me. And I'm only asking this as a possibility but would you consider, you know, uh, helping him out?" "Are you asking me to sleep with Paul?" "Um, uh, you know. Only if you want to. Please don't get mad. It was just a thought seeing he likes you so much." Julie thought about it for a moment. The thought kind of intrigued her. "You won't be jealous if I do this?" "I might be a little but I really want to help the kid. Look at him. He's never going to get laid on his own. He's too shy and nerdy. Besides, you never forget the person that takes your virginity. He'll remember you for the rest of his life." Julie wasn't attracted to Paul in the least but she did feel sorry for him and the thought of giving him a lifetime memory appealed to her. She was also feeling the effects of the weed and beer. "Okay. I'll do it just this once for you and for Paul." Jeff got a big smile on his face and thanked his girlfriend over and over again. Jeff didn't think he would have a long term relationship with her so it wasn't a big deal to ask her to have sex with another member. This would help his status in the frat too. He pulled Paul aside and told him he was to go to his room with Julie. He looked perplexed at first then realized what was going on and got a terrified look on his face. Jeff tried to calm him down and then Paul nodded in approval. Jeff then looked at Julie and signaled to her that it was time to put his plan into action. Everyone in the room knew what was going on and they were watching like it was a movie playing out in front of them. Julie walked slowly up to Paul, taking him by the hand and led him up to his room. Poor Paul looked so nervous, almost like he was on death row going to the electric chair but he was in good hands with Julie. When they got to Paul's room, Julie made sure to wedge a chair against the door so no one interrupted them. This was no time for practical jokes. She was determined to take her time and give Paul a complete lesson on how to make love to a woman and she started out by sitting them both down on his bed and having a conversation with him to ease his nerves. When he was sufficiently calm, Julie gave him instructions on how to kiss a girl. At first, he was pressing too hard and she taught him how to softly kiss a girl and then how to use his tongue. Paul's lesson went on to show him how to softly caress a woman from running his hands down her sides to fondling her ass. Things started to heat up when Julie allowed him to touch her breasts through her clothing, something he had never done with a female before. It was now time to undress. Julie made him get naked first. He was a little embarrassed by his erection but Julie assured him it was natural. She then told him to remove her clothing. Paul was visibly nervous, his hands shaking a bit as he took Julie's shirt and pulled it off over her head to reveal her bra. She was flattered that this star stuck young man just stared at her until she told him to continue with her skirt. She had him unzip it in the back and pull it over her hips and down her legs until she was only in her bra and thong. Julie slowly turned for her admirer so he could gaze at her half naked body before continuing. Her bra was the most difficult item of clothing to remove and Paul's nervousness didn't help him with the clasp in back but he was finally able to free her breasts. Julie told him it was okay to touch them and showed him how women liked to have their nipples teased. Paul was in heaven, fondling the breasts of a girl he desired but never thought he'd get a chance to be with. His lesson continued by letting him suck and play with her breasts. Julie thought about all the young boys she teased in high school and how they probably wished they could have done this with her. Julie tried to give him some confidence by telling him how hot he was making her but the whole situation really did get Julie turned on. She took his hand and placed it between her legs so he could touch her pussy through her thong, then let him pull it down her legs to strip her naked. They kissed some more with Julie teaching him how to play with a woman's pussy while making out and sucking on her tits. He was getting a full lesson on how to treat a woman. Paul stood, almost frozen, as Julie kissed her way down his body, ending up on her knees in front of her petrified, virgin lover. She licked his balls, then made her way up the shaft of his erect manhood. She licked the head, then began to bob on his dick, taking him deep into her throat using her lips and tongue to give him his very first blow job. He was so worked up from being with a beautiful, naked woman for the first time that he came within minutes, shooting a huge load of cum down Julie's throat. Paul came without warning and his load was so huge that Julie gagged a little trying to swallow his all of his sperm. She sucked Paul dry and he was afraid she was going to be mad that he came in her mouth but Julie licked her lips and told him it was time for his next lesson. She laid back on the bed with her legs spread, making the "come here" motion with her index finger. He cautiously approached the bed and Julie told him, "Now it's time for you to return the favor." Paul nervously crawled between Julie's spread legs as she instructed him on how she liked her pussy licked. Paul wasn't sure he liked the taste of her juices but there is no way he was going to ruin things now. Julie had him stick his tongue in as deep as he could for a few minutes then told him to start teasing her clit while he finger fucked her. She came after Paul began to suck and lick her clit, holding his head still while she moved her pussy around his lips. Paul was a proud young man. He gave a pretty girl an orgasm and it also excited him. Julie noticed that Paul was erect again and smiled knowing she was about to make his dream come true. "I see you liked licking my pussy." He was still a little embarrassed and shaking nervously in anticipation of what was about to happen next. Julie sucked him a little in order to lubricate his dick, not that she needed it seeing she was extremely turned on herself by the whole situation. She then laid back and told Paul it was time to fuck her. He climbed between her legs with Julie taking his dick and guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. She then told him to enter her and he pushed himself forward. Paul was no longer a virgin. He awkwardly humped in and out of Julie, completely enjoying his first piece of ass. Julie told her virgin lover he could kiss her and play with her tits while they screwed. Julie taught him a variety of positions. After the missionary position, she bent over so he could take her from behind, then climbed on top of him. He was able to hold off on cumming for a while seeing he had cum in her mouth earlier and they both enjoyed a long session of unbridled fucking. Julie told him that when he was about to cum to let her know and they would move into his favorite position. He chose to fuck her doggie style, holding onto her ample ass cheeks while driving himself into her. He came deep into her pussy while fondling her butt. Paul pulled out of Julie and she laid back on the bed to see him with a wide grin on his face. He kept thanking her, telling her how beautiful she was and how he would remember this night for the rest of his life. She was proud that she was able to help a nerdy young boy become a man that night. Julie gave Paul her thong underwear as a memento of the night he lost his virginity to a young woman he had secretly desired. It was a dream come true. They had been in his room for more than two hours and when they came downstairs to join the rest of the crowd, they openly cheered his achievement while patting him on the back and offering shots of tequila to celebrate. Jeff and a few of the officers in the frat thanked Julie for, "taking one for the team." She enjoyed the recognition they gave her for what she had done. She was also relieved that Jeff wasn't jealous but it was his idea so he shouldn't have had a problem. She was still turned on by the thought of taking Paul's virginity and everyone knowing what they did. Julie gave Jeff a blow by blow description of why it took so long and afterwards, he took her upstairs to fuck her too. She had fucked two guys that night and felt a little naughty but she also enjoyed it; a lot. Over the next few weeks, Julie had become a regular at the frat house and was widely accepted by the members. She finally found a group of friends that she had been searching for since her freshman year. She also noticed that some of the other girls didn't seem to have one boyfriend in the frat but seemed to date a few of the guys. She understood because she didn't love Jeff like she did Dan. He was cute and all that but it wasn't the same. She also suspected he probably slept with other girls when the opportunity struck but she was having fun so it didn't matter. At the next party, she also noticed that some girls also let multiple guys fuck them in a special party room. When she asked about the party room, Jeff told her that some girls liked sex so much that they let a few guys fuck them in there. Some of them were regulars but others just did it once and never again. He told her the girls had the option of choosing which guys would join them or others didn't care. He refused to answer if he had ever been in there with a girl but his silence answered her question. Jeff then asked her, "Is it something you'd like try?" Julie looked shocked and replied, "No. I was just curious that's all." But deep down Julie was more than curious. She knew that several of the frat members really desired her which turned her on. Paul, in particular, paid more attention to her and was more sociable with her and even other girls now. A lot of the guys had already seen her in various states of dress and undress, especially when they played their game of "accidently" walking in on her and Jeff or when Dave would be pretending to sleep while watching her and Jeff fuck in the bed next to his. It turned her on knowing he was watching but never said anything to Jeff. One time when Julie was sleeping over in Jeff's room, they were making out on his bed after getting high and having a couple of drinks when he mentioned that Dave's girlfriend broke up with him and he hadn't had sex in a few weeks. He kept telling her how horny his roommate was and admitted he saw them fucking a few times which made matters worse. Julie thought he might be hinting around at helping out Dave so she asked, "Would you like me to have sex with him to make him feel better?" Jeff smiled and replied, "I didn't know how to ask you to do this again but would you mind?" "No Jeff, I don't mind helping out a friend of yours." "Can I get him right now?" She replied, "Uh, sure. I guess so." Jeff sent Dave a text and within seconds Dave joined them in the room. He was smiling broadly and thanking his roommate. The thought of having sex with two guys in one night got Julie hot the last time but the thought of having two guys at one time turned her on even more. She had been the "good girl" all through high school and was beginning to enjoy exploring her naughty side while away at college. While Dave was climbing the stairs to his room, he was hoping this wasn't a prank. He had seen Julie naked and having sex with his roommate which made her the object of his masturbatory fantasies for a few weeks now. By the time Dave got to the room, Julie was already down to her bra and panties so he knew this was for real. He thanked Jeff and Julie for doing this. Jeff told him, "We both wanted to help out a good friend." It didn't take long for Jeff and Dave to strip out of their clothing and begin focusing their attention towards Julie who stood up between her two lovers to allow them to remove her bra and panties. Julie was both nervous and excited by this new adventure. Both boys began to run their hands over her naked body while simultaneously sucking on her breasts. Her pussy instantaneously got wet. They were kissing and sucking on her neck and fingers began to probe inside of her, finger fucking her. The boys led her over to the bed and Jeff began to eat her pussy while Julie began to suck on Dave's cock. She couldn't believe how hot she was by doing something this naughty. The boys switched positions and Dave got his first taste of his roommate's girlfriend. She came while Dave was eating her out. He then climbed between her legs and quickly lined himself up and drove his dick deep into Julie while she continued Jeff's blow job. They continued switching positions until Jeff asked Julie, "Do you want to try DP?" She didn't know what that meant so Jeff explained, "You know, it's taking a cock in your pussy and ass at the same time, double penetration." Julie had always rejected Jeff's attempts at anal sex but maybe it was the weed she had smoked combined with the drinking and having two men making love to her but this time she agreed to try it. Jeff and Dave maneuvered her onto Dave's cock and she began riding him while Jeff searched for some lube. He came back to bed and began to play with her ass while Dave's dick was embedded in her pussy. Julie was a little nervous about losing her anal virginity but was also looking forward to a new experience. Jeff pushed against Julie's back hole and told her, "Just relax. I'll go slowly. Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop." Dave had a perfect view of the look on Julie's face as Jeff began to push himself into her big, round butt. Dave saw her grimace a little because of the unfamiliar feeling of having something going up inside her ass. At one point, she told Jeff that it hurt and he stopped for a moment before continuing his efforts to sodomize his girlfriend. She was uncomfortable but wasn't in pain anymore. When she felt Jeff's mid-section pressing against her ample ass cheeks she knew he had his entire dick in her ass. She was proud that she had now achieved something she was curious about but was too scared to try before that night. Jeff told her, "I've been dreaming about fucking your ass since the night we met. Damn baby, you're so tight back there." Both boys began to slowly move in and out of Julie's pussy and ass. Dave was fondling and sucking on her tits while he pushed himself upwards deeper into Julie while Jeff had a firm grip on her round ass, slowly humping on her butt. It took a while for them to find their rhythm but once they did, all three of them were moaning and groaning in a passionate, heated fuck session. Dave asked Jeff to switch so he could get a piece of Julie's ass too. She was so hot by her first threesome that she didn't mind who was fucking her in what hole. She just needed their cocks. Julie climbed on top of Jeff then Dave pushed himself into Julie's ass. Dave told her, "You've got such a nice ass Julie. It feels so good too." Julie was proud she could please them both. She wondered what it would be like to have a dick in her mouth too but wasn't ready to take on more guys. She came with the two cocks in her and the boys were quick to follow. Dave came first, shooting his load deep in her ass. Jeff wanted to cum in her butt too and didn't last too long after entering her ass again. Not only did Julie lose her anal virginity that night, but she took two cocks and two loads up cum up her butt too. Getting high and a little drunk turned her into an adventurous college coed. There were no secrets in the frat house and word spread quickly about Julie taking on two of the members that night. Some made crude comments about wanting to fuck her ass too or hoping they could join in next time. While it bothered Julie that everyone knew her business, it also turned her on knowing that other guys wanted her so badly. She would openly tease them by slapping her butt and telling them they couldn't have it or brazenly opening her legs in a short skirt giving the guys a long look at her thick thighs and panties before crossing them and hiding her female treasures again. The thought of the frat members jerking off thinking about her made her hot and Jeff was the recipient of her new found sexuality. The frat president, Ken, heard about Julie's adventures and asked Jeff one night if he thought Julie would want to try the party room some night. Jeff told him he wasn't sure but would find out. He wasn't jealous of Julie screwing other frat members. He didn't think of her as someone he wanted to marry and was just enjoying college life in a frat house. He had been with girls that were dating his frat brothers too so it seemed like he owed them to be open too. Jeff and Julie got high one night and he broached the subject of her going into the party room but she said she wasn't ready to be that adventurous. In her mind, the thought did intrigue her though and while she was enjoying doing some naughty things, she just wasn't ready to take a leap that far. Julie did have a good sex life with Jeff and they continued to get together as often as they could. Julie put her studies first during the week and her grades did improve but she was a party girl on the weekends, smoking joints and drinking at the frat house. The

frat had a party the weekend before Thanksgiving. Everyone would be busy with getting ready for finals when they got back from the long weekend. Julie and Jeff had a great time smoking joints, drinking beer and doing an occasional shot or two. Julie noticed a girl going into the party room with several of the frat members. One member stood guard outside to control who went in. Julie was curious as to what was going on in there as a guy or two would leave the room and the bouncer would let in someone else. Julie was watching this go on and finally asked Jeff, "Do you think it would be okay if I went inside the party room to see what it's like? I don't want to do anything. I'm just curious." Jeff was taken completely by surprise, then got a wicked grin on his face and said, "Let me check and see." He went over to the bouncer and told him his girlfriend was curious and wanted to see some of the action going on. He told him that she might want to try it someday. Julie saw them chatting for a little bit, then saw the bouncer nod his head. Jeff waved her to come over. Julie was a little embarrassed when she got to the door. The bouncer was checking her out and told Jeff, "Let me know if she decides to stay." It was a subtle reference to his interest in fucking her. Jeff walked in first, leading Julie by the hand. When she got inside the room she saw several naked frat members, including Dave, waiting their turn with a naked girl, Karen, on the bed who was getting fucked by one guy and alternately blowing two other guys on either side of her. Other frat members were touching her breasts. Julie counted six guys in the room but some had already left and been replaced by others. They had dicks of all shapes and sizes; some big, some small, some that were thicker than others while some were uncut. One of the guys offered for Julie to join them but she nervously shook her head. She wasn't ready for that yet. They watched for a while as the guys turned the girl over and began a double penetration of her ass and pussy while she was sucking someone else. This brought back memories of Julie's experience with Dave and Jeff. She was so excited that night that she was wondering again what it would be like to be sucking on a dick while being DP'd. Watching the girl being the center of attention like this got her juices flowing. She noticed the expression of pure pleasure on Karen's face and her moans of pure pleasure as she was being gang banged. Once one guy finished in one of her holes, another dick replaced them. Julie and seen enough. She was scared that if she stayed she just might want to join them. She was extremely turned on by now and made Jeff take her up to his room where he fucked her twice that night. He knew why she was so turned on and kept telling her how much he thought she'd like going into the party room. Images of Julie being like the girl in the room kept flashing through her mind. Jeff knew the seed had been planted in her mind and he had to give it time until Julie decided she'd like to try it. She was so hot that night that even after they had sex twice, Julie was still horny. Jeff asked her if she wanted him to bring in one of the guys, "you know, just to see what it might be like in the party room." She hesitated and didn't answer but Jeff saw how turned on she was and she never said a word when he put on his pants and left his room. He grabbed the first member he saw, Ricky, an upper classman, and told him Julie was hot and wanted another cock. Ricky didn't have to be asked twice and quickly joined them in Jeff's room. Ricky saw Julie naked on the bed and she didn't object when he entered the room. He quickly stripped off his clothes and approached her with his hardening cock. She sat up on the bed as he got in front of her, expecting her to suck his dick and he wasn't disappointed. Julie lowered her head onto his half hard dick and quickly got him erect. Ricky let her suck on him for a few minutes, telling Jeff, "You're a lucky guy. She really knows how to suck a dick." That made Julie proud. He withdrew from her mouth and she laid back spreading her legs. Ricky quickly climbed between them and started fucking her. She was excited to be fucking another guy that night and came while he was thrusting into her. He came deep in her pussy then thanked them both and left room. Julie was nothing more than a quick piece of ass for him that night but that's what it would be like if she ever went into the party room. A couple of days later, Julie saw Karen at the frat house hanging out and struck up a conversation with her. She wanted to know what it was like to be in the room with all those guys and why she did it. Karen told her, "It's not something you want to do every weekend but I always fantasized about taking on a bunch of guys. I started out doing a couple of different guys and tried a couple of threesomes. I like sex, so I figured I'd try it. The first time I did it, I was nervous." "You've done it more than once?" "I've done it twice. Are you thinking about going into the room too?" Julie shrugged her shoulders. "I've thought about it but I don't want to have any regrets afterwards." "Well let me give you some advice. Don't get shit faced drunk and be half passed out. That's when you'll have regrets. Get a little tipsy but you want to remain in control. The guys will respect your limits but you'll end up doing the whole frat house if you get too drunk. You limit the number of guys you'll have sex with too but they will sneak in another guy or two, so beware." Julie was concerned of what people might say or that the guys will think she is nothing more than a slut. She enjoyed sex a lot and had opened up much more during this semester. She liked the idea of group sex but was concerned about the repercussions afterwards. She had always frowned upon the girls in high school who had sex with a lot of guys and didn't want to become one of them. Karen told her, "Some guys will try to date you because they think you are an easy lay but you have to be careful and make sure you don't always give in to them. It's okay for women to like sex too. Don't let the boys define who you are. If you want to do it, then go for it but do it on your terms. The boys in this frat will respect your limits. You just have to know what they are first. I can tell you one thing though." "What's that Karen?" "With that booty of yours, guys are going to try and do anal with you. If you are into that, you should lube yourself before and bring some with you." Karen gave her a hug and had to get to an evening class but she gave Julie plenty to think about. Julie was studying for finals over the next couple of weeks. Her grades had improved considerably mostly because she made sure her schoolwork was done before she began to party. Images of seeing Karen being taken by all those guys still consumed her thoughts. She even watched a couple of porn videos on the Internet of college girls getting gang banged. She was pretty sure she wanted to try going into the party room and the opportunity would present itself at the end of the semester. The frat was going to have a small party before everyone left for the winter break. Some of the guys were already gone since they were done with their exams. That evening Julie dressed in opaque, white leggings with a pink thong underneath. She also wore a soft pink, deep V-neck, long sleeve blouse with a bra that matched her thong. She knew the guys would be drooling over her even more than usual. She liked to tease them and she planned on teasing them a lot that night. While she still wasn't sure she was going to go into the party room, Julie made sure she followed Karen's advice and brought her own lube, just in case. She knew that her outfit would draw a lot of attention to her butt so she applied some lube to her ass as a precaution before leaving her dorm. She was excited and nervous at the same time and there was always the possibility she would chicken out at the last minute. No one knew that she was thinking about fucking several frat members that night. When she got to the frat house there were about 12-15 guys, some with their girlfriends but most by themselves. The plan was to have some drinks, smoke some joints and party before everyone went home for Christmas. The single guys complimented Julie on her attire, telling her how sexy she looked and how beautiful she was. Jeff was particularly complimentary as he knew he would be having sex with her later. A couple of guys, including nerdy Paul, challenged Jeff and Julie to shoot some pool which was nothing more than a way to get see Julie bending over so they could get a better look at her plump ass and cleavage. She was more than willing to oblige and the rest of the crowd also noticed her curve hugging attire. One guy even commented, "That's a nice pink thong you're wearing Julie." Some of the guys chuckled a little but Julie responded by wiggling her ass and saying, "I thought you guys would like it." She was getting hotter by the second as her comments meant she intentionally wore these leggings to show off her ass and thong which made the guys give up any pretense of pretending they didn't notice. That led to comments on her cleavage and it became obvious that Julie was bending over more than she had to in order to choose her shot. Guys were pretending to help her line up the cue ball just so they could brush themselves up against Julie and even sneak a little feel of her ass. After shooting a few games of pool, drinking and passing joints around, Julie pulled Jeff aside and said, "What would say if I told you I wanted to try the party room tonight?" "I'd say that it was a great idea. Which guys would you like to join us?" Julie said she wanted Paul because she could tell he really liked her and always made her feel special and Dave, Jeff's roommate. Other than them she didn't care but only wanted a couple of more guys. Jeff mentioned two other guys, Joe and Tom who he was close with. When they went back into the main room, they had another drink while Jeff nonchalantly told the other guys what was about to happen which brought huge smiles to their faces. It was their lucky night to have sex with a girl they were lusting after. Once all the guys were invited, Jeff took Julie into the party room which was nothing more than a king size mattress and box spring on the floor, a couple of old sofas and lounge chairs. The guys sat down while Jeff put on some music. Julie didn't know how to start things off but Jeff suggested she do a strip tease for them. They brought plenty of beer with them so Julie quickly finished one and grabbed another. She was a little nervous as there were five guys in the room with their eyes completely focused on her with lumps in their pants anxiously awaiting her next move. She had some quick second thoughts but decided there was no backing down now and wanted to live out her fantasy at least once in her life. If she didn't do it in college, chances are she would never have this opportunity again. She closed her eyes and started to sway her hips to the music. When she opened her eyes, it looked like the guys were in a trance by the way their eyes were fixated on her. Her juices started to flow knowing she had their complete attention. She continued dancing and slowly then lifted the bottom of her blouse, teasing her appreciative audience, until she finally pulled it over her head to reveal her pink lace bra. Her nipples could be seen through the lace and a few of the guys made comments on how lovely her breasts were which gave Julie the confidence to continue. She would lean over and shake her tits or bend over to wiggle her ass, teasing them even more but that was the purpose of her strip show. The boys encouraged her to go further so she ever so slowly pulled down the back of her leggings to show them her ample butt, then pulled them down over her thick thighs and down her legs, kicking them to the side, leaving her in only her bra and thong. Jeff suggested giving the guys lap dances which sounded like a good idea to her. Julie started with Paul, dancing close to him, grinding her big butt into his crotch. The guys were telling him to touch Julie so he began to fondle her ass and tits. She let him feel her for a little while before moving on to Tom who gave her butt a few playful spanks and wasn't shy about touching her meaty thighs. He even began to rub her pussy through her thong and told the others how damp they were. Joe was next to get his lap dance and he followed the lead of the others fondling and touching Julie all over before she moved on to Dave. He wasted no time unsnapping her bra and running his hands over her bare tits which made Julie moan. He then began to suck on them. Julie's face was flush with desire and Jeff could see the familiar look of lust in her eyes as she got to him. He pulled her thong off and quickly began to probe her wet pussy with his finger while sucking on her tits. She broke free from Jeff and began to dance naked in front of the five frat boys. They were commenting on how gorgeous she was and how she was too sexy for Jeff. Julie was loving being the center of attention and having a roomful of guys lusting for her. She then went from guy to guy openly displaying herself, letting them feel, touch, grope, lick, suck, squeeze and probe her naked body. Sexual tension filled the air. This promised to be one hell of a fucking evening. Even though Julie meant to tease the guys, she was equally teasing herself. She was feeling hotter than she ever had been before and needed to get fucked. Her face was flush, her nipples were hard and her pussy lips were swollen. She was staring at a roomful of horny young men and asked, "How come I'm the only one who is naked?" You never saw five guys rip off their clothing as fast as they did. Julie now saw five hard dicks all needing her to satisfy them. They were all pretty average in size with Paul being the largest by an inch but Tom had the thickest. Julie then looked at Paul and said, "I want you to eat my pussy Paul." She led him over to the bed and laid down with her legs spread wide. The guys were teasing Paul a little out of jealousy but mostly guys being guys. He had never been chosen first for any type of sport team in gym class and he was proud to be the first to taste Julie. He proudly put his face between her legs to begin licking her pussy just like she taught him. Tom and Joe quickly presented their hard ons on each side of Julie and she began to alternately suck them while Paul orally pleased her. She was so hot it didn't take her long to cum the first time. Paul was ready to stop but Julie begged him for more, "Don't stop now, keep eating my pussy." He brought her to another orgasm. Julie stopped sucking the dicks in her face to tell Paul, "I need you to fuck me now Paul. I need your cock." He was more than happy to accommodate the hot, naked woman in front of him. The other guys were a bit envious that the nerdy guy got to fuck her first but that was Julie's choice. She moaned around Tom's dick in her mouth as Paul entered her pussy and started to fuck her. Jeff and Dave were playing with her tits and stroking her thighs while she stroked them. Paul came within five minutes of entering Julie. He left a huge load in her and as soon as he withdrew, Tom was quick to replace him as Dave brought his dick to her mouth. Julie was hot and begging to get fucked hard. The room was filled with moans coming from the various participants. After Tom came, Joe was next to fuck Julie, taking her third dick that evening while Jeff presented himself to her familiar mouth. It wasn't long after entering her that he had to cum but pulled out and shot his sperm all over her stomach. Jeff couldn't hold out any longer and came in Julie's mouth and on her face. She was starting to get coated in sperm. Dave entered her pussy and had the luxury of having her to himself after the others had already cum. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and fucked her hard, so hard the others were cheering him on. Julie was pushing back against his thrusts and started to cum which pushed Dave over the edge. He shot some sperm into her pussy before finishing up shooting it onto her stomach too. Julie just fucked and sucked five frat boys in less than two hours. She got some water and another beer while they talked about how hot she is. She wiped most of the dry cum from her face and stomach but remnants still remained. With six horny teens sitting around naked, it didn't take long before everyone noticed Paul getting hard again. Tom told Julie, "It looks like he's ready for more." She smiled at Paul, "We can do it again if you want to." She gave him a wink and a smile and that brought a smile to his face too. Dave told him, "You should fuck her ass." The rest of the guys agreed. Paul seemed a little shy about expressing his desire to take Julie anally so she asked him, "Do you want to fuck my butt? You can if you want." Paul's eyes lit up and he nervously nodded his desire. Julie grabbed some lube out of her purse which made Joe comment, "Damn, she came prepared. This party ain't over yet." The other guys watched as she told Paul how to lube up her ass with his fingers and to put some on his dick. She then bent over, offering her big butt to her nervous lover. She was thrilled that she would take his anal virginity too. She reached back and helped line up his dick against her ass. She pushed back slowly while he moved forward. The guys were cheering him on. Paul had been fantasizing about her ass for a long time and his dream was now coming to life. The head of his dick had pushed into her asshole and he followed Julie's instructions to go slow. When he was about halfway in, she began to buck back and forth, then he started to hump on her until he had his entire dick in her ass. After he started fucking Julie's ass, Tom got in front of her to let her suck his dick back to life while Dave and Joe were playing with her tits. She loved all the various sensations her body was feeling. She stopped sucking Tom long enough to tell the guys, "I need a dick in my pussy to." She was breathing heavy and begging for more cock. Joe was the first to say he wanted to fuck her again. Paul pulled out of her ass long enough for her to climb onto Joe and begin riding him then letting Paul back in her butt. She now had three dicks in her, something she wanted to do ever since Jeff and Dave DP'd her. Julie came again while taking on the three guys. Tom sprayed her face with cum and made her lick him clean before Dave took his place. Paul was the next to cum and shot his load deep into her bowels. Joe wanted to cum in her ass too so Dave got under Julie while Joe took her anally and Jeff stuck his dick in her mouth. After a while, Julie lost track of which dick was in each hole but was loving the experience. She couldn't get enough cock that night. It felt good to let loose after a stressful semester. After Joe came in her butt, he and Tom got dressed and left. She didn't realize they were gone and didn't notice that two other guys entered the room. Steve and Jim quickly stripped their clothes waited patiently until after Dave came in her ass and Jeff came in her pussy. She hadn't agreed to fuck more than the five guys but Karen did warn her that others would try in sneak in. Julie was still hot and ready for more cock so she didn't object when Steve positioned himself between her legs and began to fuck her in the missionary position while she sucked on Jim's cock. She had already fucked and sucked five guys twice and now had some fresh cock. Steve pulled out and came all over her tits and hair and was quickly replaced by Jim. He fucked her for a few minutes and when he was ready to come, he wanted to titty fuck Julie. He slid his dick between her tits, letting her lick the head on the upstroke until he finally came on her tits and face. Steve and Jim got dressed and as they were leaving they told the remaining guys, "Thanks for sharing your slut. We owe you." Julie figured she should be offended but then thought, "They're right. I was a slut tonight and it felt great." She then told the guys, "No more. I'm exhausted." She then went to the bathroom and saw a full length mirror. She had cum dripping out of her pussy and ass. Her face, hair, tits and stomach were covered in the sperm of the seven frat boys. Her jaw was tired and her pussy and ass were a little sore. Jeff let her wear his shirt so she could go upstairs and shower. She walked out into the big room where about 10 people were drinking and playing pool. They all turned their heads to look at who was coming out of the party room and were greeted by the sight of Julie with dry cum on her face and in her hair. Some grinned and a couple of the girls gave her dirty looks, frowning upon her slut like behavior. She just wanted to get out of there as quick as she could. After taking her shower, she fell asleep in Jeff's room, totally exhausted. The next morning, all she could find were her leggings and top so she had to walk back to her dorm without underwear. Her ass was clearly visible through the white leggings and she didn't realize they were so tight she had a camel toe, highlighting her pussy lips. Her tits bounced freely under her top. She had done the walk of shame before but didn't like it. Some people gave her funny looks while others smiled in recognition of her predicament. She didn't know that the guys stole her underwear and added it to a collection on their "Wall of Fame," made from the underwear of the girls that had been in the party room. She talked to Jeff briefly before she packed her bags and left to drive home for the break. The agreed they would miss each other until the spring semester began. The two hour drive home gave Julie plenty of time to reflect on what she had done the night before and the entire semester. She was proud that her grades were better and that she found a group of fellow students that accepted her into their group of friends. She was a little ashamed of her gang bang but she would think of it often while she was masturbating. She felt guilty for liking it and acting like a whore. She didn't know if she would ever do it again but she would always have that memory.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, fanfiction, floating, Lara Croft Text: The vines encompass the temple; pressing it to earth; jealous of their prize. Even the summit is twined deep and about in verdant thrawl; restraining its oblique mass through four centuries of stony sleep. The thwicker-shlack voice of a machete spills bird-song from the wounded bush. A rainbow plumage circles the mound, craws, and heralds the parting way. Two travellers come, betrayed by voice and gleaming steel. Their tongue is alien to the people who built this place, though they are not kin to the first pale-men who plundered these lands, swarthy and gold-drunk. One is not even a man. Yet a similar hunger drives them also to seek the company of ruins, old ghosts. But some ghosts are not quite dead, and now they stir uneasy. ~~ "Careful; the last ones are treacherous" "I am being careful... Oww! Shit. I think that was my other ankle" "Ohcomeon...not again; look, just lean over, over by this; here, right? Keep your weight off it. We're here anyway". Clearing the steps to the temple-summit, the taller traveller props his long-bladed machete against the stone and moves to steady the lesser. She seems ungrateful; or at least ungracefully accepting. She is younger too, this one, yet holds no excessive delicacy in her poise, no concession of weakness. Leveraged against the raised stone dais, fatigue fades about her in perspiration. But her glance is still alert, curious, as it scans the surrounding ruins. "Bloody hell, I'm knackered. And they built in this humidity?" Her exhaustion beats against the restless noise of the jungle. "Not this bad, then. Consider 400 years back; the undergrowth would be cut...; they'd have had fields, cultivation,everything". The arc of the man's hand builds an empire, raising relics from ruin, then lets them fall back in the same gesture. He has seen this before in a hundred silent civilisations; now his hair is bleached by age as much as sun, the knowledge pinched in thin cheekbones, a clotured forehead. His companion counts less than half his years, but her eyes are topaz-burnt; marked by the memory of some trauma that shaped her to adulthood. About them, the thin breeze circles the man-raised mount, cooling her exhaustion such that breathing now comes evenly; letting her find some centre which few of her sex do in the presence of this place. Focused, she parses dark vine-clung hair along her brow, tieing it back to a shoulders length. Leant forward by a span, she kicks a pebble over the drop, watching it skim and spin dizzyingly through space, clutched to the jungle below. "Not much to show for it now. Just stone...more stone...sun." A frown. "You could be back at that finishing school is Switzerland, remember? You wanted to see archeology, real archeology; not dry-as-bone old fossils with a hot-dog stand to keep the kids quiet". The man draws a measure from a tin canteen, proffering without expectation. "Yeah...and it's been great... I don't want to seem ungrateful. Just that I expected...to feel more". She waves him away, trims her garb; less modest than his, perhaps, but with practical concessions to the lithe tyranny of her youth. She cannot feel the stones beneath her feet, or the awe of the sun, though she comes clad alike to many who did... "Because you're not using all your senses. Because you're only looking with your eyes." He taps, remonstratively, on her brow, anointing her with a smudge of loam from travelled hands. "Anyway, Let's not leap to conclusions; usually the most interesting aspects of a find are the last to fade". He turns to part the vines about the dais; half-gloved hand tugging memories from their clinging expanse. Driven into the dead rock is the voice of the living, spoken wordlessly into time. He breathes for them as his finger traces their outline. "The blessing of the sun, through the fertility of the corn and people, all bound together." "Fertility rites? So girls only then?" "Possibly. Incan ceremony wasn't noted for your, uh, modern British sensibilities on affirmative action. Look at these carvings...idealised forms, typically exaggerated...characteristics" "Oh gosh. That is funny. I'm jealous. how was she meant to mount the stairs...?" "Lara, it's not wise to mock without understanding. Pay attention to the text; it looks like early Aymara " "Early Aymara doesn't have a written form" Her blank refusal stuns him. Exasperation. "Gods, where have you been? I bet you learnt that in a book." She looks chagrined. "Well, as you were right about the fifth Suyu. I'm not going to contradict you on ancient writings that shouldn't exist". But he is deaf to her; already following his river of knowledge into understanding, "Blood of Inti". A gnarled finger taps and circles, echoing the ancient pulse of indenting chisel " Sun-god. Inti. Sun-Blood, Sun-essence. The word for essence is the same as blood in this context. A ceremonial drug? Whatever the sun is made out of." "Probably hydrogen and helium, then; or did I read that in a book too?" "Miss Croft...what you've been studying, what you've read.... it's only the first part of understanding. Archeology is so much more than matching symbols on a book to crumbling rock. It's about immersion in another culture; separated by time; belief. Opening yourself to what was". He gentles suddenly, seeing in her frustration the spent passions of his own youth, the need to know, to master knowledge as one would mortality. His smile cracks through a weeks worth of stubble, "It's about; understanding here, in the heart, as much as knowing here, in the head. Take this altar, for instance...you're thinking blood sacrifice?" She nods. "There's tether-points. They were tied down. Why else tie someone down?" "Yes, but the ideographs are strange. And look; the stone isn't abraded by knife work... there's no guttering for the run-off; no brazier points for the burnt offering like you'd find at Cusco. But more than that....it feels wrong...doesn't it?". She kneels beside the dais, winces, squints, hesitant at the threshold of understanding. "Breathe, Lara" He tells her, "breathe through." Four centuries of uneasy slumber, submerged purpose, beat against her perception. And for an instant then, something other; she sees this place as it was and remains. The chant of a whole people to the narcoleptic pulse of skin-taut drum; the sting of incense about the whirling, blurring dance of the Daughters of the Sun, raised above on his throne. "Sky-sacrifice..." she mutters, aloud. "And sky-sacrifice isn't mentioned in either oral tradition or...what?", his glance falls on her sudden reverie. "Oh...nothing...I just thought...some kind of dance. A blessing for the offered-daughter. From noon to sundown she was to journey to heaven and bring back life". She whispers the last as if dazed. For a moment she comes close to understanding, sensing at the edges of the genus loci. "Lara, that's...". The condescension is gone now "...quite good. Quite a good translation. I...did not think you could read this?" "I can't.... it's just...". A mis-step, forcing a lance of pain up her leg. Her face contorts and the moment of understanding passes. She is bound again to the visible world. He is sympathetic. "It is OK; do not try to explain. You've already....seen more than I hoped. Be steady. Rest your ankle. Avoid having any weight on it." He returns to his work. ~~ The female leans back fully, smiling, his respect releasing her from the need of proofs; for a moment, for a heartbeat. Her body is drawn across the slab, shadowing her eyes with one hand against the zenith of the sun. The golden disk gives no relief, and she relents, inhales, and folds arms back across the expanse of warm igneous stone. Relaxes. Outreached as the condors' span, she is at once and at one to the Hanan Pacha. Opened to the spirit of this place; the understanding that surpasses knowledge, found in a moment of awful surrender. She is not of The People, but she is of age, and in the place and time of offering. It is enough. ~~ She ripples at the touch-which-is-not-touch, her mouth forming unconscious surprise. She breathes, drawing in the heady scent of the jungle for what seems like the first time. Rotten wood and fermenting roots. Her chest heaves, quivers. The tightening fabric of her blouse betrays the blessing, the cotton teased apart. A thin blush of perspiration inculates within. She opens her eyes against the glare. Somehow, it troubles her less. The void is blue, vast, comprehending. Her gaze falls to the surrounding bowl of the mountains, peaks raised against the vault of the sky. Something stirs to cognition. "Ohhh...." "Lara?" She bolts awake, gasps and clutches, feeling the realness of her disbelief. Bigger. The sense of strain tightens across her, fine-stitched garments plucked apart by an invisible hand of pressure. In a moment, she is brought into the fullness of womanhood, and beyond. "OHHH!" "Lara!" Her hands part one span, then two, to fall underneath the arc of her breasts. A low sibilant noise mounts within. The People of this place called it the Snake-of-the-Wind; messenger of Inti. They knew he would come to the daughter and whisper within her the secret known only to birds, clouds. But this one knows only the heterogeneous pulse, rising with her heartbeat, merging into her. Thwap...thwap.... beyond outstretched fingers, buttons scatter like prayer beds spilled from a novices' hand. "What's happening? What did you DO?!" Two yards away, he may be stood in another world. The understanding that has guided abandons him; leaving him curiously stricken, unwilling to accept the doors he has opened. "I....I didn't...I... " Shock blanches her face, and she takes short breaths (but the snake draws longer, deeper). Crescents of blush-colour spill about the deepening shadow of her cleavage as her blouse is sundered button by button. Within, a thin lace of foolish undergarment already lies straining to burst. (An orgy of asphyxic fumbling, fingers find release, breath). Unbound, her swollen bust pushes out, rising like dough through kneading touch, or guanabana ripened heavy on the tree. Yet even now they grow strangely boughed. As if seeking the kiss of the sun that gave them life. "Not...heavy..." she gasps, sensing their utter strangeness through intimate familiarity. Bigger. Her eyes flow as pools of conscious terror, subconscious longing. (There is no shame; many felt fear in the moments before the ichu-rope was loosed and they took the same, high path). Larger than her torso now, her breasts intimate their secret, pushing up as much as out. In their sacred presence her companion remains rooted to he spot, earthbound, uncomprehending. Unable to share her blessing. "Lara...you're....no, wait, get some of the gas, out... can you breathe out, burp, or anything?" he ventures, desperately. A moment of lucidity, flashed into anger. "Honestly, it's my boobs, not my stomach! They're not connected, you know!", she laughs wildly, feeling the edge into hysteria. "Listen, don't panic, we can...." "Who says I'm panicking...I'm the one blowing up like a ..." "Don't say, Listen Lara, it must be...". He seems to be trying to back away, but the spectacle leaves him helpless to aid or deny. He has become an outsider again, a bystander. Bigger. Her face is shaded from the sun, golden rays crested about the rounded domes before her. Warmth brushes her nipples, and she feels rather than sees them cajoled to perking grace. Palms cupped at to the juncture of her ribs, she tingles at the electric arc that jolts across her breasts, the matchless expansion straining her fingers apart. Slowly, inevitably, her shoulders rise under the insistent tug, drawn upright from the table, head tilted back in the air, hair gliding across stone. "....Like a fucking bal......Oooooh...." Bigger. And the sensation washes over her, body flexing under some invisible, intimate compulsion, bucking against the table. Perhaps she wishes it was just the pressure, the fear, that makes her ache so. But some kindled secret blushes along her body, teasing each nerve alight, the fierce heat a lover's touch against her. Enriched with complicit desire, the blessing oblates her natural curves, taking her rounder and fuller, honouring of the sun. Seated on the lip of the altar, her world is now defined by two rising globes. Not quite translucent, but shimmer-shaded as a dream, their strange geography maps out in canyon and pole, shadow and light. Disbelieving, she presses against their firmness and immediacy; feeling their relentless lift rebound against her. "Can't see....try...push them down...". But she can't. Bigger. Beyond the span of her arms, her inflated femininity sways gently, becoming entangled by the wind. She is pulled upright, balls of her feet resting on the dais. Boots skate over the ground, as if etching new patterns in the gnarled stone. And again the flush of sensation makes her whimper, softly. Part of her must understand what is coming, dividing her between fear and discovery. "No...please....don't want to...". But she does. Bigger. A futile reaching as her peach-pink flesh strains upwards, inflated expanse now equaling her height. The deep resonant hiss renders her bust taut and drumlike. Her hands, slick with perspiration, seek purchase on the solidity of the altar, find none. She takes one unreal stride on tiptoe, a second, to teeter at the rim of the summit; the plaza an abysal plunge hundreds of feet below. A helpless tremble, the flush takes her over the edge.... Detached, she watches a bead of sweat break from the cusp of her breasts, falling as if weakly sensed by gravity, a libation of salt and water for the jungle beneath. But her secret moisture is offered to another element; emeshed into sky-buoyancy. Her arms hang limp now, but her feet wave helpless, high above the canopy. Slowly, irresistibly, she begins to rise, gyrating with the breeze. Words leave her as floating understanding fills her senses. The anchor of her reason slipped from the earth, she is a bubble in an ocean of air; drifting higher and higher. Suspended from twin spheres of buoyant delight, she is lofted towards a pale blue heaven. ~~ He makes no sign, but sits cross-legged by the altar, watching the post-noon shadow creep out from its shelter. Above, a mote is lost against the radiance of the sky. Many hours till sunset.

Title: Amura Daughter of the Cat by Darkfang Magus Tags: Bestiality, Bisexual, Catgirl, Feline, Lion, Medieval, Minotaur, Tiger, Vixen, Zoophilia **Amura** *By: Darkfang Magus.* **Part 1.** **Daughter of the Cat.** ---  Prologue. ---------- In a past long forgotten by man, there lived many bestial races. The most revered of these beasts were those know as Catrai. Their kind was steeped in sorcery, but not since their beginnings had they been know as warlike beings. It is even said that they could take on the features of a human and walk among us. This is the story of one such Catrai. Born to parents she never knew, she was said to bear the markings of one cursed. Her fur, a deep blue that matched her eyes, was thought of as an unnatural, and altogether unholy thing. It is because of this that she was sent to a temple as a child, and kept from all things magical. Even so, her powers shone through at times. In the temple, she grew up with a close relative of hers. Being one of the few connections she had to family, she thought of him as a brother, calling him as such to a point that the young boy began to believe it. Many misfits came though the temple, Kanin and Catrai alike. Of these she knew few, though a girl named Chenoa promised to help her if ever they were to travel together. At maturity, she learned of her cousin Catherine. Soon the two girls became inseparable, or so it seemed. Amura always held a hidden jealousy for Catherine who spent much of her free time learning magic. As the years passed by, Amura could no longer abandon her true calling, though it would mean banishment, she would rather have that than a wasted life. 1 ---------- Amura's Departure It was early morning, just outside the village. Amura approached her cousin Catherine and embraced her amorously. She then hugged her brother. When they broke, she stepped back. This little village was not much, and she wished she could call it home, but even though she must leave, it would always be in her memories. Cat... Amura looked at the beautiful tigress and gave her a quick smile. Her best friend; like the big sister she never had. More than anyone else, maybe more than Amura herself, Cat knew why Amura must leave. *Exile, an eternal punishment for any Catrai who leave the woods without permission from the queen. Can I really be doing this?*. Amura was a restless spirit, there was a hunger within her and she sought to sate it somehow. What would be found in the world outside of here? That was what she needed to discover. Amura was raised to be of the toughest breed though and she refused to fear the unknown ahead of her. It hurt to leave, but she would not cry. Amura touched Cat's cheek with gentle fingertips and softly kissed her lips. "I love you, my friend." Cat simply smiled. Amura nodded to her brother, and noticed that he did not truly understand her leaving, but he accepted it. "Take care" she told him. He just nodded and flicked his tail. "It is time for me to go" They nodded in assent and wished her luck. Amura turned and began walking away. Her emotions were mixed, but she felt that this was the right thing to do.\* Walking the trail, Amura couldn't help but be scared. She was leaving her little village in search of some calling. She hoped to become apprenticed by someone who could teach her to be a priestess, or maybe a mage. Before doing anything else, she needed to get in touch with an old friend of hers by the name of Chenoa. This particular friend had gone away some years ago and was currently residing in a town a short distance away. At least that was the last that Amura had heard. If all went well, the two of them could pool their resources and efforts to accomplish their goals. Chenoa supposedly had some money stashed away to help their plan along. That was good for Amura because she had no money herself. In fact, Amura was virtually naked, save for a beaten-up gold wristband that she wore. She planned to sell the thing for some meager funds to help her on her way, but that wouldn't be until she got to town anyhow. The town wasn't exactly close, but Amura was in good shape and felt that she could make the trip in a little over a week if she didn't encounter any difficulties. Amura was about five-foot nine and 130 pounds, though small compared to others in her family she was still formidable. She was of a half-feline race known as the Catrai, and as such, she had a coat of soft fur covering her entire body. The fur was a dark blue over her back with several stripes crossing it. As it came across her sides, it faded to a white over her belly, and down her limbs. Her distinguishing trait was a band of four black stripes going around her left arm. After some hours of walking, Amura yawned, exposing long fangs, and decided to take a nap. Finding a nice shady spot near a tree, she lay down and tried to get comfortable. The next morning she began walking, and by the end of the day, she was tired and hungry but had made a lot of distance. It had become quite dark and she decided it was time to sleep. Amura found a comfortable spot in the grass, and then curled up to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily. As she lay in the cool night air, her hands made their way to her exposed breasts. Amura purred softly as her fingers tweaked her nipples. Before Amura knew what she was doing, she had slid her right hand down between her legs. Amura arched her back instinctively as she traced her fingers across the moist lips of her sex. She brought her tail up and slid it into her pussy. With every movement of her tail, her purring grew louder. She pushed her tail further in with every thrust, feeling it slide across her hand and into her body. As her sexual energy increased, sweat beaded on her brow and the four stripes on her left arm began to glow softly. She knew she was getting close when her tail became wet with her juices. On the edge of her release, she began wantonly massaging her breasts, and was quite pleased when her nipples became erect and sensitive to the touch, even becoming wet as they produced milk. As Amura licked the milk from her breasts, the stripes on her arm started to glow brightly and she felt herself beginning to come. Breathing shallow, she felt shocks course through her body, as her pleasure peaked. Amura finally shattered the stillness of the hour with an earsplitting roar as she orgasmed. The orgasm was so powerful that she was left helpless on the ground with her eyes closed, and moaning as the aftershocks washed over her. After it was over, she slid the tail out of her pussy and curled up to sleep soundly the rest of the night, with a satisfied smile on her face. In the morning, Amura began making her way to a nearby stream. *That little bit of fun last night, left me parched*. After drinking her fill, she set to grooming her fur. While doing so, she spotted movement. Instinctively, she crouched down and stalked towards it to get a look. It was a large doe, just across the stream. The first thing she thought was to sneak up close enough to pounce, but while doing so she had an idea. She got up close, and remembering her rudimentary magic training, she cast a charm on the deer. To her delight, it worked. Amura commanded the doe to come to her, and it did so without question. After some trouble, Amura found that she would be able to use the doe as a mount. While riding, she cast another spell that she knew would prove useful. She made it so that the doe would produce milk. It wasn't filling enough for her appetite but it would hold her for a few days at least. One portion of bad luck that plagued her during the trip was that she couldn't find any prey. On the third day, she caught a large squirrel. Amura ate the meat ravenously, but as she crunched the bones with her teeth, she knew it wasn't even close to enough. The days of traveling were terrible for Amura, she could not remember being so hungry nor so exhausted in her life. Amura lay on her side beneath the doe, and took hold of its udder with her hand. With her mouth watering, she licked the large nipple; it was soft and warm. Amura pressed her mouth to the udder and surrounded the nipple with her lips. It was warm and tantalizing. She began sucking on it, bringing the invigorating liquid across her tongue. The life-giving flow was like ambrosia pouring down her throat. In less than a minute, the flow subsided. Amura continued sucking desperately, until her teeth were cutting into the skin and she tasted blood. Finally, she backed off. Apparently, she had worn the animal down too much. This realization didn't really make her any happier, just the opposite. She hated to do it, but she was starving. Sometimes you just couldn't afford to be very sporting. Amura walked up to the side of the animal and released it from her charm. It instantly bolted and less than a second later Amura chased after it. Amura was desperately hungry and the doe was weak. Of course, she caught up with it quickly, and leapt. Amura's pounce landed her right behind the animal's neck and she grappled it powerfully. In one quick motion, she pulled it to the ground and snapped its spine. Its head was pulled back revealing the animal's tender neck. Growling, Amura ripped its throat out. Drinking the warm blood, she sank her teeth into its flesh. She was so utterly hungry that she couldn't help herself; Amura tore at the animal without a hint of civility. She roared masterfully and swallowed the bloody meat. Later, her meal done, and the animal almost completely used up, Amura settled herself in the grass, and licked her reddened claws. Some hours later, she continued her meal, and by nightfall, she could eat no more. Her belly full, Amura slept. The following day, Amura stretched herself and yawned, she would have to leave what little remained of the meal to scavengers because she had to be moving on. She took the time to make a simple skirt out of deer-hide. By the following day, she reached the outskirts of town, and an actual road. This far from civilization they knew a little about her race, and she wasn't expected to wear a shirt, but still got several curious looks. It took Amura a long time to find Chenoa's dwelling, but when she got there, she was told that the person who lived in that room was imprisoned. Disbelieving, Amura went to the justice office. She walked into the building and aroused several glances. The place was claustrophobic and the stone floor was cold against her feet. She went to the desk and had no trouble getting the attention of the officer waiting there. "Can I help you?" he asked dubiously. Amura smiled in a way that she hoped would ease him, but it only seemed to frighten him. She decided not to show her teeth too much from now on. "I am looking for a friend of mine" Amura answered, "I was told that she is being held here. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, "what's her name?" "Chenoa Lagotinus" She replied. He checked his book. "Yes she is here, and unless you have a lot of money hidden on you, she won't be leaving very soon" Amura was taken aback by his answer, "Can I see her?" she asked. The man shrugged and called to another officer. The officer kept giving Amura's body sidelong glances as he led the way down to the cellblock. There she found her friend chained to the wall of a dirty cell. Chenoa was a beautiful fox-girl with pure white fur that turned black as it reached her paws; technically her race was called the Kanin. Right now, she was hard to recognize, her luxurious fur was dirty and she looked terrible. She seemed to brighten up when Amura entered the room though. "Oh dear" Amura said caressing the girl's dirty cheek, "what on earth happened?" Chenoa actually smiled. "Well, it's almost funny really" she answered. Amura couldn't see how that was possible. "You see" Chenoa continued, "As you know, I was training to be a warrior. Well, a week or so ago I was pulling night duty as a guard. I was really tired so I propped myself up against the wall, and I guess I fell asleep. All I know is that when I woke up, the door to the armory was ajar. I didn't see anything missing, so I shut the door and went back to my post. I was at home when they arrested me. Apparently, they think that I stole some expensive sword from the armory. They won't believe that I just didn't notice the real thieves. Plus they said that my footprints are the only ones there, which just isn't possible." "Anyway, one thing led to another and they told me I would have to return the weapon or pay for it. Even if I did have the stupid thing I couldn't get to it from here, and as for paying the fine, it's hard to make much money when you are chained to a wall. Not that I haven't made some money... The point is I still owe like 800 pieces of silver. Could you please find a way to collect more money?"Her wide eyes and drooped ear gave her the look of a sad puppy. Amura sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but the only thing I have is this bracelet and I don't think it's worth a whole lot." "Thanks" Chenoa said, "I would really appreciate it." Amura growled softly, "I'll be back as soon as I can." Amura left the office feeling uncertain but first things first. She needed to find a tradesman. Luckily for Amura, she found a trade house with minimal trouble. She entered the building, and even though it wasn't especially big, it was much more inviting than the justice office. She took a moment to look at all of the interesting goods, and tried to get some idea of what kind of equipment she would need later on. Amura walked up behind a girl and before she even thought about it, she leaned forward and smelled the girl's hair. The girl turned around, startled. "Excuse me!" she uttered. "You smell pretty," Amura said. The girl was unable to talk for a few seconds..."Uh, thanks I guess" she finally replied. The girl had finally gotten a chance to get over her initial surprise but she still didn't know how to react. Amura could tell she was both shocked and aroused by her presence. Amura broke her from the trance, "I have something I want to sell, who should I talk to?" "Oh! I can help you, just come over here. I'm Nami, by the way." The girl walked over to a bench and Amura followed. "Okay, what have you got?", Nami Inquired. Amura removed her worn golden bracelet, and set it on the bench. The girl looked at it carefully, studying the craftsmanship of the piece. "Do you know what this is worth?" she asked. "Not really" Amura answered. After studying it a bit more and taking a thorough estimate, Nami looked up, "I would be willing to give you ..."689 silver pieces, for it." Amura gasped but managed to hold her composure. "Okay" she said, "that sounds fair." After receiving the funds, Amura realized she had no way to pocket the coins. While struggling to keep the mound of silver in her paws, she made a mental note to obtain a satchel as soon as possible. Seeing the problem, Nami reached under the bench. "Here," the girl pulled out a leather article. "For being such a good customer, you can have this for free." Holding a leather strap of a pouch, she urged Amura to take it. Amura dropped her currency inside. "Let me help you put it on". Amura stood still as Nami reached down and pulled the belt around her waist. When she was done, the girl stood back with a smile. Amura didn't know how to thank her exactly because customs seemed to be very different here. Deciding on simplicity, Amura simply rubbed cheeks with her and purred affectionately. Seeming to understand, Nami returned the gesture with a smile,"You're welcome." When leaving the store, Amura noticed Nami was watching her closely. "Come back soon". Somehow, Amura sensed that there was an underlying meaning there. She didn't have time to ponder such matters right now though; Chenoa needed help. Amura made her way to the justice office again. Once she had made it back to the justice office, she told the guard that she had some money to pay off her friend's debt. The guard told her that she would have to settle the matter with the owner of the stolen sword. Amura got directions and headed toward the owner's residence. The man lived in a small manor outside of town. Amura met a guard at the front door. "Who are you?" demanded the soldier, a scowl hardened by years of practice, overtook his features. *He certainly is in a cheerful mood*, Amura thought sarcastically. "I've come to pay off a fine for the release of my friend Chenoa," Amura answered. The guard looked at her dubiously. "Any friend of that thieving dog Chenoa must be a thief herself," he answered matter-of-factly. He then proceeded to look past her as if her presence no longer was worth his time. I ought to tear him limb from limb, and save his face for a scarecrow! She thought these things, but settled for a snarl. The guard just laughed. "Ha, is the little kitty's fur ruffled. Go back to your vagabond friends and leave me alone." Enraged, Amura leapt at him, throwing him to the ground. The guard tried to raise his sword, but Amura wrenched his wrist to the side. She could feel the bones in his forearm shift and at the same time, there was a sickening crack. "AGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" She didn't know anyone could yell quite that loud. The list of curses he was directing at her, made her realize that she had gone a little out of control. Amura stepped back to get her bearings straight, only to be seized by a team of guards. The fear in their eyes was evident. "Did you see that, she grabbed sergeant Thorn's arm and snapped it like nothing." One of the guards said in awe. The men were not so much restraining Amura as leading her. None had a particular wish to anger her. Amura didn't really resist as they hauled her into the castle. Once inside she was shackled and the owner of the castle, a count by the name of Warrington, came to see what the commotion was. "What is with all the ruckus at this fine hour of the morning?" Count Warrington asked in his regal dialect. Rings adorned several of his fingers, their rare jewels shining in the morning light. A red velvet cape was draped over his shoulders as well, but it did nothing to hide his battle scarred armor, and toned body. He had seen war in his time, and most likely had the scars to prove it. Somewhere in the background, sergeant Thorn was cursing a monk who tried to straighten out his arm. Amura didn't really feel sorry for him, anger still burned within her from his previous statements. A guard explained the situation to Warrington. Count Warrington nodded, and then walked over to Amura. "I know that most of the people around here would like to break sergeant Thorn's arms and legs if given half a chance, but I am interested in why you came all the way here so you could do it yourself. Tis quite a bit of effort to go through just for him." Amura felt relieved at Warrington's disregard for the sergeant, and proceeded to explain her reasons. Warrington listened carefully and then asked her how much money she had obtained. Meekly, Amura answered, "I have only 689 imperial silvers". Warrington graciously accepted the payment and said, "You may be able to make the rest of the money working here at the castle. But, beautiful creature that you are, I am now one guard short, so I would appreciate it if you would take over the rest of sergeant Thorn's shift." Amura happily complied. After twelve hours of guard duty, Amura understood why Thorn was so cranky. It was utterly boring to stand in one spot all day. Besides, it seemed more of a punishment than a job. There were plenty of other guards, and they spent most of their time keeping an eye on her. When her shift was finally over, she headed to the room that a maid by the name of Millie had given to her for the night. The room was splendid; it had a huge bed with silk sheets, a finely crafted fireplace with a roaring fire already burning brightly in it, and a large window with an amazing view of the castle grounds. She unclasped the hooks on her guard uniform and sat the armor and sword in the corner. Then she took off the skirt that they had given her to wear. She sat in front of the fireplace, completely nude as she proceeded to groom her fur. While cleaning her arm, she heard the door open. Warrington was utterly shocked to find a naked tiger woman lying in front of his fireplace. When she jumped up and hid in the corner he spoke, "As pleasant as it may be, I would like to know what you are doing in my room." Still hiding in the corner she said, "This is my room, Millie said that I could sleep in the spare room that was three doors down the hall." "Yes, be that as it may, but Millie lives on the second floor. You my confounded friend are currently on the third floor." Amura rushed to the window. Her eyes traced the outer wall. *One, two, three... Yep third floor. I wonder if I can talk my way out of this without looking like a total idiot.* She stood silent for a moment before turning to him. "Umm", she put her fingertips to her lip, inadvertently revealing her breasts, *too late to avoid looking like an idiot now.* Warrington stopped her, "It's perfectly fine with me if you stay. I severely doubt that you would like to sleep on a cold stone floor anyway." He raised his eyebrows. Her only reply was a smile. "That is what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I would like to get some sleep. It has been a very long day." Amura was overwhelmed by this kind gesture especially after she had nearly killed one of his guards, and then stolen his room. As Warrington removed his armor she wondered how someone so charitable had decided to imprison Chenoa. By the time Amura got up the courage to ask him about Chenoa, he was already in bed trying to sleep. Amura finally blurted it out, "why did you arrest Chenoa. She didn't steal anything." Forcing his lidded eyes to open, Warrington looked over to her, "I doubt that she stole the sword either. However, there was too much evidence against her. In addition, Sergeant Thorn's eyewitness report of her carrying a sword across the courtyard simply made it impossible to let her off. I actually believe that Thorn might be the one responsible, but this is an Imperial outpost. We have laws to follow, and there isn't any solid proof to back up that theory." Amura accepted his answer, though she only responded with silence. The fire began to flicker low, as cold overcame the room. Shivering slightly, Amura climbed under the sheets next to Warrington. He lay sound asleep next to her. Confused, and pining for comfort, Amura curled up against him. She felt so alone since leaving her home. Amura had no idea how Chenoa cold stand being chained up in a cell all day. *I wouldn't be able to take it. Eventually I would just crack*. Meanwhile, Chenoa sat on the cold stone floor of her cell. She could not lay flat because the chain was too short. The only sound was that of her shackle being intermittently tapped against the wall. In her isolation, sound was the only thing she was allowed to control. Her body was trapped here, but she could make all the racked she wanted. *Come on Amura, you better be hurrying up with that money*. When Amura started running her hands across his chest, Warrington realized that she was interested in more than sleep. He looked into her eyes, those deep azure orbs seemed to penetrate his very soul. "I have always found the Catrai to be beautiful beyond description." Amura gave him a seductive smile and climbed on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him long and hard. Then she sat upon his chest and allowed him to fondle her breasts while she brought her hands down to her vagina. Amura slowly ran her fingertip up and down her labia. Once she was warmed up sufficiently she began to probe inside her wet pussy. Small purring sounds escaped her throat when Warrington cupped her breasts in his hands. Amura began licking her tits, paying close attention to her nipples. When she tasted milk on her tongue, she leaned forward and let Warrington drink what flowed from her breasts. While he was drinking her milk, Amura slid her tail behind her and wrapped it around his already rigid cock. Once Warrington had finished with her breasts, she turned around to let him taste her pussy. As he licked her, Amura got in a sixty-nine position to inspect his equipment. Amura was pleased by what she found and she exclaimed, "You must be the size of my cousin Catherine's pet tiger, his cock was a little over seven inches." "Yeah well wait until I get it inside of you, I promise it will be much more pleasant than my tongue." "All in good time, baby" Amura said as she took his shaft in her hand, "first I need to get a better look." Warrington just groaned in reply as he felt her tongue flick across the head of his cock. Amura ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, before she settled on holding it in her mouth while she teased his balls with her hands. Warrington's pussy-licking was getting to her and she knew she would be ready fairly soon. The stripes on her left arm began to emit a soft blue light. She let his cock slide from her mouth so she could move her pussie out of his reach; she wanted him inside her when she started to orgasm. She looked behind her and asked him, "are you man enough to fuck a tigress" Warrington just replied, "I guess you're about to find out." He then sat up and grabbed her waist in his hands while Amura got into position with her back toward him. Once she was ready, Amura lowered herself, impaling her body on his cock. The sensation of his cock inside of her, immediately caused her to orgasm. The more powerful her orgasm became, the brighter the stripes on her arm shone. Soon the entire room was swathed in blue light. "Aghh, harder Warrington" Amura shrieked before her voice was overcome by a roar. The roaring of his partner, only excited Warrington more. He got a firm grip on her waist and then started to pull her down onto his cock. Amura was overcome with animalistic passion; one of her hands was busy caressing her breasts while the other ran wildly across her body. Her breathing was coming out in hitched gasps, and she grabbed Warrington's arm with her free hand as he continued to drive his shaft into her wildly orgasming cunt. Warrington was nearing his limit, but he was determined to make it last longer. He had no idea that the Catrai could become so wild in bed. After a couple more minutes, he knew it would be futile to try holding out any longer. "Get ready beautiful, I'm about to cum." Amura, though not so refined, answered, "When it comes to sex, Catrai are always ready." Straining, Warrington started to pulse within her. Hot jet of his semen rushed forth as he bit down on Amura's shoulder; as expected, it drove her wild. He thought her gyrations might break the bed. "Fuck MEEEE!" Amura screamed as he unloaded into her. She was so wound up at that point that every burst of his cum felt like lava against the walls of her pussy. She was still orgasming when he lifted her off him to lie by his side. Amura nuzzled his neck as her sated purrs resounded in his ear. She had just curled up next to him when a maid opened the door. "Is everything alright?" the maid inquired. "Yes Millie every thing's just fine," Warrington waved her away. Upon sighting Amura's nude form, Millie gasped, "so sorry sir". After bowing out of the room, she skittered down the hall. "Amura." Warrington spoke, holding her body in the crook of his elbow. "What is it?" "Consider your friend Chenoa's debt paid off." Amura gave him a sweet smile and a soft purr escaped her throat as she curled up to sleep next to him. 2 ---------- Chenoa's Release Morning brought a new light to matters. The moment the door to the justice office opened, Amura was waiting. She walked through the building, with a determined gait. The tigress's dark hair flowed behind her, a thundercloud. She gave her notarized certificate to the officer in charge. After some minor difficulties, she was led down to the dungeon again. "You want to get out?" Amura teased, spinning the key around her finger. Chenoa's smile beamed on her friend as the door was unlocked. The guard present, unhooked the chain Chenoa's shackle, but couldn't find the tool to remove the shackle itself. "Ah, screw it!" Chenoa exclaimed, "just lemme outta' here". In the office, they finalized the reports, then the tigress, and vixen walked out the doorway. Laughing happily, the friends left the prison. Inside, a red-haired Kanin looked on. As they faded into the distance, she thought deeply, *Amura, you had better be as powerful as they say, else you wish to perish.* Upon their exit, Amura realized something terrible. Chenoa had been evicted from her room, and they were penniless. *We are royally screwed*. Chenoa fiddled with the shackle around her neck from time to time, but she actually said that she had gotten used to it and wasn't particularly in a rush to get it removed. They finally sat down on a park bench to discuss things more thoroughly. Chenoa said she had a secret stash of equipment somewhere and it should be their first priority. "Listen" Chenoa said, "I'll just run up and get the stuff. You can explore the town while I'm gone." Amura agreed and Chenoa quickly set off. Amura did explore the town, but she eventually ended up back at the trade house. She found Nami the trader-girl out back peeling potatoes. She instantly brightened up when she saw Amura. "Hi, do you need something?" "Yeah" Amura answered. "I need to find a job." Nami thought for a moment. "I'll give you five pieces of silver if you help me with these potatoes." Amura didn't have to think about it long. When you didn't have anything to your name except for a free satchel and a free skirt, five imperial silvers was a lot. Amura sat down to help and they struck up a conversation. Afterwards, the girl took her on a tour of the town. It was getting late and there was no sign of Chenoa. Under advice that it wasn't safe to sleep in the street, Amura asked, "Is there any place in town I can stay at for five silvers?" The girl giggled, "not likely, but tell you what, tonight you can stay at my place. We can search for your friend in the morning." Seeing it as a good choice, Amura agreed. They arrived at the girl's place, and Amura found that it was composed of a single room but was still nice. While the girl stoked a fire, Amura slid out of her meager clothing and lay out on the rug. Amura began to groom herself and noticed that the girl was staring at her. "Is there something wrong?" Amura asked. "Oh no" Nami responded, a little embarrassed "I was just wondering if you would mind if I undressed too?" Amura shrugged as if it didn't concern her, and girl took that as a yes. Amura found she was watching as Namil got out of her heavy clothing. She was a lot older than she looked, Amura would have to guess about 19. When the girl was completely nude, she stood shivering with the reflections of the firelight enhancing the look of her supple form. The girl quickly went to the bed and slid under the covers, but the blankets were obviously cold too. "Amura?" "Yes?" "Could you get under the covers with me to keep me warm?" To Amura that sounded like a perfectly reasonable request, so she got up and climbed onto the bed. As Amura lay down getting comfortable, she felt the girl move up closer and press their bodies together intimately. Amura was face to face with the girl as they wrapped their arms around each other. Her body was indeed cold against Amura's fur. Amura embraced her, letting her body heat protect the smaller female. Breasts pressed together, Amura hooked her leg around the girl's thigh. Amura licked the girl's cheek "goodnight my friend." Sometime in the dead of night, Amura sensed a person entering the room. "Hi" Chenoa whispered tiredly. Amura just purred softly, clutching the sleeping girl. "Mind if I join you?' Chenoa asked. Amura simply wagged her finger invitingly, and Chenoa climbed softly into the bed. The two of them lay with the sleeping girl between them, and slowly drifted to sleep, a pleasant tangle of fur and female bodies. In the early morning, Amura was feeling quite well rested. As much as she hated to leave the warm bed, she needed to get up. Amura slid out of the girl's embrace and petted Chenoa's cheek as she stood. Once she was free from the covers, Amura stretched herself out fully and yawned. After getting herself organized, Amura noticed that the girl was waking up. "Uh..." the girl mumbled. She reached around and felt Chenoa's warm arm on her shoulder, "Who's this?" she finally asked. Chenoa was starting to wake as well when Amura answered. "My friend Chenoa, it seems that she found me." Chenoa giggled, "Yeah and I found a little kitten too", Chenoa licked Nami's cheek and the girl smiled sleepily "Oh, that's nice" she murmured, as she closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep again. Amura just smiled. They spent most of the day searching the town and trying to get information on where one could get training or become an apprentice. Unfortunately, this was more of an industrialized area and there was nobody in town that could help them. The only people who offered training were the Imperials, but they didn't have much in the way of sorcery training, which was what Amura was looking for. Chenoa had worked for them before, but after her recent debacle, she was not inclined to return just yet. They had little equipment, (Chenoa's stash had ended up being empty) but Chenoa was sure that they would be able to rectify the situation somehow. Amura still had her satchel of coins, and the short skirt that Warrington had let her keep. Chenoa was now wearing Amura's deerskin loincloth and still had a shackle around her neck. Chenoa's shackle jingled as she walked, but Amura did her best to ignore the irritating sound. The only useful information that they obtained were rumors of a town due east that might offer services for adventurers. Chenoa decided to check out some other people she knew in town and Amura went to speak with Warrington. She got a knowing look from Millie when she entered Warrington's bedchambers. He told her the same information she had already heard, but reinforced it with the fact that he knew some people who had come from there. When Amura and Chenoa got back together, they decided that traveling east was probably the best choice. Amura looked at the sky, it was dark again. They would have to spend one more night in town. *Surely, the girl from the trade house wouldn't mind*. Upon visiting the girl's room, they found her utterly ecstatic about the thought of them staying one more night. "Yes, of course you can stay. I actually thought you had already left. If I had the chance I would come with you, but with my job and all I just can't leave right now." Amura kissed the girl's forehead in thanks, silencing her They got undressed and after some joking around, decided it was time to go to bed. As the girl lay down, Chenoa whispered an idea in Amura's ear. Amura agreed that it was an excellent plan. Amura climbed in next to the girl and smiled. "Chenoa and I have decided that we don't want to impose, so as payment for staying the night we will give you something few human girls have ever experienced. We of the Catrai simply call it a bath though." Before the girl even realized what was going on, Amura and Chenoa had climbed over her and were licking their way across her body. Amura knew that the combination of her rough tongue and Chenoa's smooth one would truly excite the girl. Amura worked her way around the girl's petite breasts and felt her shiver. Amura then worked up to a nipple and twirled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth and softly sucking on it. The girl was no longer just shivering; she was literally trembling with arousal. Amura reluctantly abandoned the girl's breast and worked her way up her neck. Amura cleaned the girl's face with long catlike licks, then moved to her mouth and gave her a gentle kiss. The girl kissed back and they met passionately. While Amura tasted the girl's tongue, she noticed that Chenoa was licking her way up the girl's inner thigh very temptingly. Amura worked her way back down the girl's throat, and then she licked her way across the girl's chest until she reached the girl's other nipple. As Amura sensuously suckled the girl's tit, Chenoa flicked her tongue across the girl's vulva. In response, the girl arched her back pressing her breast fully against Amura's mouth. Amura sucked the girl's breast and lightly bit the nipple. The girl was so overwhelmed that pearls of sweat had covered her skin, and she was moaning as she clawed at the sheets. Seconds later, the girl shuddered as her body was wracked with a fiery orgasm. Time seemed to fade as they delved into animal passion. It was late in the morning when Amura woke. Much as she hated it, they had to be moving on. Amura said a grateful goodbye to the girl, and then gathered her meager possessions. The trip was uneventful boing even, as they spent the entire first day walking. They rested and continued traveling in the morning. By day three, Amura was getting tired of walking but as things were, they didn't have any way of obtaining a mount. Just as Amura was thinking this, Chenoa called to her. "Hey, look at that" Chenoa said in an almost predatory way. Amura looked ahead and was surprised to see a horse. It was definitely feral, so actually using it as a mount wasn't going to be easy. Nevertheless, it was an excellent opportunity. To avoid startling the horse, Amura made her way very carefully toward it. As she slinked behind a rock, Amura kept her eyes locked on the horse. The animal was brown with a blackish mane running down his neck. A quick glance below his belly verified that he was a well-endowed male. Amura was flat on the ground within 30 yards of the horse, when she decided that she was close enough to try a charm spell on the horse. Her eyes shone with a blue fire as she chanted the spell. Tendrils of light drifted from her hands and curled around the horse as the spell started to take effect. Amura was almost finished with the spell when Chenoa walked into view. The sudden appearance of Chenoa startled the horse enough that he broke free from the spell and bolted toward the hillside. Amura cursed and took off after the horse. However, it soon became apparent that she wouldn't be able to outrun it on two legs. Amura stopped for a moment and changed into her tigress form. Once the transformation was done, she followed the horse on her swift but silent feline paws. She was quickly gaining ground, but the horse seemed even more upset by the fact a full-grown tigress was now following him. The horse began to run through the trees trying to shake his pursuer. Amura was getting out of breath but she was almost close enough to grab him. After running nearly three miles, the horse made a desperate leap over the river. Luckily for Amura, he landed short. The horse slumped in defeat as the river pulled him down. Amura knew that if she didn't hurry, the horse would be swept under the water. She swam out, but it sunk before she was in reach. Amura dove under the surface and got a grip on the animal's neck. Moments later, she dragged the horse to shore. Once it realized that it wasn't drowning, the horse began to kick and struggle. Amura lay on top of the horse's belly, to keep it still. Even though he was on his back and helplessly seized around the neck by Amura's jaws, the animal wasn't about to give up without a fight. Amura had never seen such a spirited animal; she now knew how he had escaped her charm spell so easily. She knew of a stronger spell but she would have to be mating with him for it to work. With her jaws around his throat, she began to mutter the spell through a mouthful of fur. She knew that the spell was beginning to take effect when the horse began to calm down, but she didn't dare let loose the grip she had on his neck. The spell was supposed to make him erect, but a look behind her determine that he was too large for her to take. As his penis throbbed against her pussie, Amura tried to remember the words of a transformation spell for horses. When the spell finally came to her, the horse was so desperate for relief that he was thrusting forward against her vulva trying to gain entrance. The broad tip of his member was wet with pre-cum and his constant thrusting was exciting Amura intensely. Amura began casting a spell that would turn the horse into a lion, but it was taking a long time to say with her mouth full. The horse's mane was getting deeper and his fur had become very soft but his body was still that of a horse and his frantic thrusting was beginning to hurt. Amura knew she wouldn't be able to finish the spell before the horse seriously injured either himself or her. She desperately concentrated on changing his penis first. The horse's penis began to get wider at the base and spines formed at the tip where it tapered. As the horse's member began to change shape, Amura felt him start to penetrate her. Then all of a sudden, he rammed about a foot of his cock deep into Amura. She moaned and arched her back, not only was the horse's cock still huge but there were also hundreds of feline-like spines at the tip of it. The pleasurable shock of it caused Amura to lose her concentration thereby stopping the transformation halfway through. Amura knew that the charm spell would finish once they had mated so she just hung on for the ride. Even though she was no longer casting the spell, the horse-lion was still making minor transformations. She knew that his rod was becoming more tapered because he was beginning to ride her faster and deeper. The most noticeable change was in his fur. His fur faded to a dark ebony color while his mane, tail, and underbelly became an orange-ish red that looked like flame as the fur shimmered in the light. The animal was wild and uncontrollable as he drove his rod into the tigress. Soon the sensations became too much for Amura and she bit down tasting blood as an orgasm slammed into her. Amura gave an orgasmic roar as she reached her zenith. The horse-lion was sent over the edge as her pussie tightened around him during her orgasm. He began to cum hard, filling Amura with semen until she overflowed. He continued to thrust, as he was orgasming. With every thrust, more cum leaked from Amura's pussie and splashed between her legs. By the time that he stopped, he had splashed over a gallon of cum on them. Amura took a moment to catch her breath as his penis slid out of her. She felt pleasantly full and it was warm and wet where their bodies pressed together. Amura rolled off the horse and spread her legs to clean her fur. As she cleaned the semen from her inner thighs, Amura was surprised to find that rather than tasting horse cum, she tasted lion cum. "Delicious" she said softly as she began to lap it up. Once Amura was finished, her fur was fresh and clean with no trace that it had been otherwise. Amura looked at the horse-lion's dripping cock and cum-soaked belly; she licked her lips. Looking to the side she and saw that Chenoa had found them. "Perfect" Chenoa said, "I was just getting hungry". Amura and Chenoa fell upon the horse-beast lapping hungrily at the liquid still dripping from his cock. The animal's penis instantly became rigid. Chenoa made little moans, while lapping rapidly to get as much as she could. Soon Chenoa's face was dripping wet with semen, and her fingers were probing deeply into her pussy. Amura kissed her deeply and tasted the wild flavor of lion cum on her lips. Amura changed back to her normal form then she licked Chenoa off to an orgasm. Once Chenoa had been sated, they sat face to face with the animal's cock between them. Amura and Chenoa laughed and petted each other as they rubbed their breasts and pussies against the rigid feline cock. It didn't take long for the animal to orgasm with them fondling him relentlessly. He ejaculated powerfully soaking both of the girls from head to toe. They lay on the riverside happily licking each other clean. When finally they were done and neither one could find a single drop left, they leaned towards each other in another delightful kiss, licking and cleaning each other's faces. Almost regretfully, Amura kissed Chenoa on the lips and stood up. "We need to get going," she stated. Amura climbed up on the horse and Chenoa hopped up behind her. "Alright" Amura said, "let's go." She enticed the horse to go forward and they began moving at a steady gait. "What should we name him?" Chenoa asked as they rode. "I think Ember would be a perfect name," Amura said as she ran her fingers through the horse's fiery mane. Chenoa smiled. "Me too" she answered. They continued their journey, and soon closed in on an old wagon. The wagon was severely damaged and it appeared that someone had hurriedly abandoned it. Further travel showed more signs of a number of people making a hasty retreat. Eventually, they entered the remains of a small town. The whole place was destroyed and held an ominous feeling to it. Amura pulled on the reigns to stop the horse, and then took a closer look around. "Something awful has happened here," Chenoa noted. Amura narrowed her eyes, something had indeed happened here. It did worry her that there was no sign of life anywhere. In fact, it didn't look like anybody had been here for a long time. This wasn't a well-traveled road by any means, but someone should have crossed by here occasionally. The two women dismounted and inspected the area. It didn't take long before it became apparent that this place wasn't safe. Amura's tail twitched nervously, and Chenoa seemed to be similarly perturbed. Chenoa reached down and picked up a sturdy stick. "I don't like this at all..." she said quietly. Amura extended her claws slightly, as she totally agreed with her friend on this matter. A shriek broke the silence, and there was movement from the shadows. Amura growled low in her throat and focused intently on the area. Suddenly, a shiny piece of metal shot outwards from the darkness. Amura was still trying to figure out what it was, when Chenoa swung her stick around deflecting the thing. "Watch yourself!" Chenoa barked, and Amura nodded. Amura had never been in combat before, but Chenoa had, so she was prepared to do whatever Chenoa asked. A ghastly being stepped forward and Chenoa gripped her stick tightly. Amura took a step back, trying to discern what the being was. It was clothed in some gray cloth and had a strange distorted face. It pulled out a blade, and rushed at them. Amura watched in awe as Chenoa somehow deflected the thing's weapon with her stick. They broke and came at each other again, but Amura feared that her friend wasn't going to win this fight alone. While the two of them fought, Amura strafed around to come up behind the thing. She saw an opening and leapt at the thing grappling it across the shoulder. While it tried to regain its balance, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into its neck. The taste was awful and Amura

felt her stomach retch as she fell away from the being. Amura was now on the ground and at an incredible disadvantage. Looking up fearfully, she was terribly happy to see that Chenoa had taken the thing's difficulty to her advantage and disarmed it. In one quick motion, Chenoa stabbed the thing with its own weapon. Amura grimaced as blackened blood spayed over her face and the thing slumped over making gurgling noises. Chenoa stabbed it mercilessly and finally it was still. Amura stood with her knees shaking slightly and grabbed onto Chenoa's shoulder. "What was it?" she asked. Chenoa grimaced, "Some kind or Orc." She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, because there was more movement in the shadows. A group of maybe a dozen more of the things came into view. Amura watched Chenoa hold up the dead Orc's weapon, but she didn't seem that scared. As quickly as they had appeared, the other beings disappeared. Amura was confused and looked to Chenoa for an answer. Chenoa smiled brightly, "We killed their leader, and I don't think they will come back. Likely they will search somewhere else, hoping to find easier pickings." Chenoa searched the body of the fallen fighter, and came up with a bag of coins and few throwing knives. Amura pocketed the items and they went to search the remains of the town. There wasn't really much left to see, but the Orcs as Chenoa called them, did leave a sack of scavenged equipment in their hurry. After going through the items, Chenoa found some pieces of light armor that fit her well enough, and a scabbard to carry the Orc's sword. With the weapon by her side, Amura had to admit that Chenoa sure did look to be a warrior. Searching some more, Amura located a sack full of woven cloth. Chenoa tied the two sacks together and laid them across their horse's back. "I've seen enough," Amura stated. Chenoa nodded and they both mounted the horse, intending to reach friendlier lands. After their previous excitement, the rest of the journey turned out to be quite uneventful. As the sun began to set, Amura began looking for a place to camp. She found a nice little meadow nearby a brook. While Amura set up camp, Chenoa went out hunting for food. Chenoa had decided to take off her armor, as it didn't fit very comfortably, but she kept her sword. Several hours later Amura woke up and realized that Chenoa had never returned. Amura put out her small campfire and looked in the direction that Chenoa had gone. Amura followed Chenoa's tracks though the woods, but the prints stopped in the path of a great many horse tracks. Buried in the dust was the sword that Chenoa had taken from the Orc. Upon closer inspection, Amura became even more disturbed to find that the blade had been shattered. She narrowed her eyes and looked the way that the horses had gone. Amura followed the path, running swiftly. By midnight, she reached a palisade wall. After scaling the wall, she crouched on the top and surveyed the town. She didn't see Chenoa anywhere. Amura entered the fort, seeking answers. Most of the people were sitting around a fire and talking, but Amura spotted somebody walking behind a building all alone. She crept over and found out that it was a girl feeding some dogs. Amura had intended on asking her where Chenoa was, but the moment she got within sight the girl shrieked. Amura quickly grabbed the girl and put a hand over her mouth. The girl struggled and kicked in an effort to escape Amura's grasp. Amura knew that the whole fort would be down on her at any moment. She had to do something fast. With the girl still in her arms, Amura leapt to the top of a building, then ran across it and made a desperate jump over the wall of the fort. Amura had intended to land on the wall but she accidentally sailed straight over. The girl's struggling was sending Amura off course and Amura had no idea which way was up or down. Amura landed on her arm, hard. The girl flew from her arms during the impact. Amura's arm hurt terribly, and when she looked at the injury, she found a sharp piece of slate stuck in her arm. Amura gritted her teeth but she couldn't help but shriek when she pulled the slate from her arm. Her head was spinning, but she knew she would have to get up before the girl remembered how to scream again. Amura stood with a groan, she saw the girl lying on the ground ten feet from her. As Amura walked toward the girl, she checked her arm. There was a large cut but it wasn't bleeding as badly as she expected so she leaned down and checked the girl. The girl was still breathing but she seemed to be unconscious. There was a lot of yelling and noise coming from the fort, so Amura hurriedly scooped up the injured girl and headed toward the woods. As Amura headed back toward her camp, she noticed that the girl had fared far worse than she had, during their fall. Her dress was ripped and she had cuts in multiple places. By the time they had made it to camp, the girl was beginning to moan softly. Amura decided to tether the girl's arms and legs before taking care of her wounds, just in case. She ripped some strips of cloth from the girl's dress and tied her wrists and ankles. Once she was secured, Amura brought her to the river to wash out her cuts. The moment the cold river water washed over her body the girl gasped and awoke. Finding herself bound, the girl struggled but soon quit, knowing it to be futile. She then looked at Amura and began babbling something about poison and dogs. Finally, Amura interrupted her and asked, "Did you see who your men brought into town today. "No" the girl said "but they did bring some demon's animal through on their way to the city. Amura growled, "That so-called animal is my friend". The girl's eyes went wide when she suddenly realized that Amura was covered in fur. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that she wasn't an animal" the girl replied. "Please don't drown me I didn't have anything to do with it" she exclaimed. "I'm not even a citizen of the town; I just came there to sabotage their defenses." The rest of her explanation was lost as she broke into tears. Amura sighed and continued to dress the girl's wounds, hoping that she would calm down in a few minutes. Once Amura had calmed the girl down, she found out that her name was Amy. Amy lived in a village west of the fort. The village had recently been ransacked by the soldiers. To stop the raids, the villager intended to cripple the fort's defenses. It had been Amy's job to poison the guard dogs. Luckily, she had already taken care of her job before she ran into Amura. She didn't think she would have been able to make it out of the fort alive, but Amura took care of that for her. "So how can I help you find your friend," Amy asked as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Do you know in what direction they went?" Amura asked. "Yes, they brought her to the city" Amy replied, "it's about a mile west of here." "I have a horse. I could bring you home," Amura said. Amy looked down at the ground and whispered, "I have no home. The family farm was burned down in the last raid. There was nothing left, that's why I was given the most dangerous part of the mission." Believing the story, Amura extended a claw and cut the bonds on Amy's limbs. Then Amura suddenly became very dizzy, she looked at her arm and saw that she had lost a lot of blood. Before darkness took her, Amura saw a helpless look on Amy's face. Then all was still. 3 ---------- Rescuer Amura's dreams were full of insubstantial creatures, that chased her relentlessly. Amy watched in fear as Amura writhed on the bed, occasionally letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly, she awoke but something was amiss. Trying to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow, Amura discovered that she was tethered to the bedposts. Her body felt like it was on fire and her wounded arm was beyond the point of explicable pain. She looked to the side of the bed and saw Amy sitting there watching over her. "Please give me some water," Amura pleaded, before her energy wore thin and she laid her head back on the sheet. When Amy came back with a glass, Amura tried to take a sip but suddenly felt faint. When Amura lost touch with reality again, she was faced with a creature intent on devouring her. Amura desperately fought it back. Amy jumped away in shock, dropping the water glass when Amura went wild and tried to attack some invisible threat. Then the howling started again. Out on the streets people looked fearfully at the tower that had lately been full strange noises both day and night. Amura felt somewhat better the next day when she awoke. "Where are we?" "Don't worry this is a safe place. Henry can be trusted." "Henry? Who's he?", Amura queried just as a cloaked man entered the room. The man pulled back the hood of his tan cloak, an presented Amura with a disarming smile, "I would be the 'Henry' you spoke of". "Why am I shackled to this bed." "You became very violent during you daily medical treatments, and we had to do it for our safety," He said as he opened op a jar of powder. "What's in the jar?" Her catlike curiosity caused Amura to momentarily forget about her situation. Henry looked at her, "It's a very powerful antiseptic. Just grit your teeth for a moment while I apply it". The second that the powder touched her arm, Amura thought that it must have been acid. She pulled so hard on the bedposts that they started to bend inward. As she pulled, her body came off the bed and her eyes flashed red. Suddenly she felt Amy's cool hand on her burning cheek. "Please calm down the pain will go in time". Amura relented then fell back down to the bed and slept. She awoke again, when something cool brushed over her arm. Amura's eyes fluttered open and she saw that Amy was wiping a cloth over her fur. "Amy, how did I get here?" Amura said. "I used your horse to take you here." "But why did you help me after I dropped you off a wall?" "If you had not carried me from that wretched fort I would already be dead. So I figured I owed you one". "Can you unhook these shackles"? "No, Henry said not to let you loose until he thinks you can control yourself." Amura just laid back and looked at the nearly full moon out the window. When Amy finished washing her arms and started on her legs Amura felt a tingle run through her body. Amy removed the sheet to reveal that Amura's skirt had been removed leaving her completely exposed. Amy gave her a sheepish grin when she started to clean around Amura's breasts. Amura smiled seductively and lifted her back off the bed, presenting her nipples. "Be sure to get these extra clean." Amy looked down at her, "You're a mischievous little kitty you know that." Amura just purred as the cool cloth went across her breasts. "So what's your name?" Amy asked as she caressed Amura's breasts. "Amura" the tigress answered as she leaned forward and kissed Amy full on the mouth. Amy lay across Amura's stretched out body and began exploring with her hands. Amura slid her tail into Amy's pussy, and she squealed in surprise. Amura moved her tail across her own pussie at the same time and their orgasms began to build. Amy sat up and ground their pussies together. Amura's breasts were in desperate need of attention but she couldn't bend over far enough to lick them. She laid her head back down and begged Amy for relief. Amy leaned down and carefully teased a nipple with her tongue. Amura arched her back until she was pulling on the bedposts and begged for more. Finally, Amy pulled their bodies tightly together as they began to reach the peak of carnal pleasure. When their breathing slowed, Amura kissed Amy tenderly. As the moon sank low in the sky, the girl and the cat slept together dreaming peacefully.\*\* It was late into the next day by the time Amura convinced them to untie her. Henry left the room and Amura sat on the edge of the bed rubbing her chafed wrists. She felt terribly stiff after all of that laying around, but it was still better than she had been a few days ago. Amura slowly stood up stretching her body to its fullest. She heard her joints pop and she twisted her body to loosen up her back. Feeling as able as she was going to get, Amura walked over to the water basin and washed her face. From her talks with Amy, Amura got the impression that her appearance would frighten the people around town. If she couldn't be seen in the town, then it was going to be very difficult to help Chenoa. Amy had taken another trip into town, and she came back with mixed news. Chenoa had been penned up in a cage, and was apparently thought to be some kind of animal or demon. *Chenoa in a cage...If I know the girl. They would be hard pressed to think that the bristling ball of fur and teeth was anything close to human*. This time Amy came with some more news though. The people who had caught Chenoa were now trying to sell her. Amura didn't like the thought of that at all. If she couldn't get to Chenoa before she was hocked, things might get even more complicated. Amy had traded in Amura's sack of equipment, but it didn't raise close to enough money to purchase Chenoa's freedom. Amura sighed. "Chenoa is starting to be an expensive person to have around." Deciding that she couldn't wait around anymore, Amura wrapped herself up so tightly that nobody could see her furred body. As she pulled a heavy hood over her head, she realized that it pressed painfully against her ears. It couldn't be helped, so she started out. Amy told her where to go and Amura mounted Ember. Riding the horse was difficult, as her arm hurt terribly and she was still quite weak, but it wasn't very far to town. When Amura got within view of the marketplace, she was rather perturbed. The place was nothing like she had expected. Vagrants lurked the filthy alleys. Guards stood at every checkpoint, eyeing the populace suspiciously. Amura kept her hood low, if they identified her, this place could become very dangerous, very fast. In the center of town, Amura saw a well-used scaffold. A chill went down her spine and she quickened her pace. Eventually, Amura found the place where Chenoa was being kept. It was a dark building and had an odd smell to it. Amura tied her horse and went inside, avoiding getting too close to anyone. She made it out to the back lot and was confused to see several large cages. Amy hadn't described the place quite like this; *maybe there was something she had been hiding from me*. A quick check showed that the cages housed several different beings, beasts and exotic animals of all kinds. The cages were small and filthy, the very sight of it sickened Amura. She finally found Chenoa, but at first Amura didn't recognize her; she looked just like all of the other animals, laying down shivering. Amura kneeled down and put her hands on the bars. Chenoa did look like a wild thing, beaten to such an extent that she no longer had the will to resist. Her fur was matted and very dirty. How could this have happened in just a few days? Amura wondered. Chenoa was barely conscious and didn't even acknowledge Amura's presence. Suddenly, Amura was knocked to the ground. She gasped, landing on her hurt arm, and looked up at her attacker. A burly man stood above her holding a heavy club. "Stay away from the merchandise!" As he spoke, he leaned forward, trying to see her face under the hood. He had an odd expression, and Amura feared that he had detected her true form. Amura quickly turned away, holding her cloak tightly to her body. After she left the place, Amura got on her horse and slowly trotted. She needed a plan. There was no way she could do anything of use like this. The trip back to Henry's house was depressing, but it gave her time to think. She needed to blend in with the townsfolk, and there was a way to do it. Some of her people had mastered a way to change their form to look human. In her youth, Amura had never seen a use for such a skill. Now it would be very useful. If she didn't have fur, they wouldn't take a second look at her. The only problem wasâ€"she didn't know how to change her form. It couldn't be too hard, but learning it herself would take time. Amura entered Henry's house, weary but more sure of herself. Standing in the middle of the room and Amura tried to visualize herself without fur. By midnight, she had managed to make her hands look normal, but otherwise she didn't look any different. Exhausted, she went to sleep. The next morning she spent four hours trying to transform, but she just couldn't visualize herself as a human. Around noon, Amy found her sitting in the corner with furless arms and a depressed scowl. "So... How's it go'in"? "It only took me a few hours to learn how to turn to a tigress." Amura complained. "But I just can't visualize myself without fur." Amy sat for a moment, "Why don't you try to imitate me?" Amura brightened up, "that just might work." Amy slipped out of her dress and sat on a chair where Amura could get a good view of her. Amura tried the spell, while keeping her eyes locked on Amy. Each time she tried it she got a little better. Finally, around dinnertime, Amura looked down at her body and saw pure clean skin. "It worked, it worked perfectly", She exclaimed, excitedly hugging Amy. Amy gave her a crooked sort of grin "um there's just one problem... your hair is blue." Amura pulled a lock of hair in front of her face and frowned. "Darn it we'll just have to keep trying." After practicing for the rest of the day, Amura decided that inconvenient as it was, her hair would be blue forever. Finally, Amura and Amy went to bed. The next morning was not good for concentration though. A mob of villagers had assembled outside and Henry came in to tell Amy the news. Amura rubbed her eyes, apparently Henry didn't care why there were two naked girls in the bed; something more important was going on. With a little trouble, she figured out what was happening. The townsfolk had located the fort where there tormentors lived. They were a group of knights who on occasion would visit the villages, and burn them to the ground, looting anything of value. Amura could see vengeance in Amy's eyes, and she knew that these knights must have had something to do with Amy's village as well. Amy got dressed and Amura slid on a loincloth before they proceeded outside. There was a great discussion going on at the time. A scout had gotten information about the fort, and the fighters were trying to sort things out. Apparently, the fort had a very high wall surrounding it, and the gate was sturdy. Getting in by force would not be plausible. Amura wasn't sure how she got herself into it, but she eventually became a focal point of the plan. Getting inside would be relatively simple for a single individual. She go in the middle of daylight, when security was weakest, and hide out in the nearby forest. Amura had to simply scale the wall and open the gate from inside. Amura had to admit that the plan was sketchy, but she had come up with most of it, and she wasn't a tactical person anyways. Henry stopped her and reminded her that once the gate was open she should wait outside, this was not her fight, and untrained as she was, it would be too dangerous. She wanted to protest, but knew he had a point. Some hours later, Amura leaned up against the stone wall. She had gotten this far without being seen, it wouldn't be much longer now. Stealthily, she scaled the stones and peeked over the top. Most of the knights were out of the fort for the moment, pillaging or something. There were only three guards by the gate, and they didn't look too smart. Amura looked at the two satchels on her waist. Now that she was actually doing it, this seemed like a stupid plan. Bracing herself, Amura threw one of the bags as far from the gate as she could. It landed on the roof of a shed and burst into flames. Before they got a chance to see what was going on, she threw the other satchel; this one went closer to the gate. A huge cloud of smoke ensued. Seeing their building flaming, the guards rushed in that direction and began calling for help. In a matter of seconds, the gate was completely unguarded. Amura slid through the smoky confusion, and approached the gate. The mechanism was heavy but Amura got the gate open before she was noticed. The second she pushed the doors wide, a mass of rampaging villagers stormed in. Her work done, Amura did as she was told and waited outside the walls. After wandering around for a bit, she investigated some tracks on the ground. She quickly got bored though, and started practicing transformation again. She was getting a lot better, and soon found herself quite capable of attaining a human form. It was at this point she noticed something strange; her skin was no longer a pale pinkish color. It was bright red and it burned. Thinking she had done something wrong, Amura sat and pondered the problem. No matter what she did, the red wouldn't go away. If anything, it got worse. It had been a couple of hours when she saw Amy approach her. She giggled at Amura but tried to keep her composure. "First of all," Amy stated, "you should really wear a shirt if you are going to take human form, it will draw you a lot of attention otherwise." Amura nodded, she now saw why human females wore clothing all of the time. With no fur, things became very revealing. "Um..." Amura asked, "I can't understand it, why is my skin changing color?" Amy couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing. Through tear-filled eyes, she choked out a reply. "Oh you poor thing... that is what we normal folks call sunburn." Amura sat perplexed, even with fighting going on in the background; it seemed that there was still some sweetness left to this world. Back to what Amy had said, Amura had to ask. "How do I get rid of it?" A very long explanation followed.\*\* With the fighting was over, the villagers surprised Amura by offering her a reward for her services. It was in the form of a sizable bag of gold coins. Amura looked at the coins but hesitated, she truly believed that these people needed the money more than she. They wouldn't hear of it though, and literally forced her to accept the payment. It was getting late in the day, but Amura didn't have time to waste. She mounted Ember and rode to Henry's house. After getting dressed properly, and making sure everything was in order, she headed to town. Things went very smoothly, and Amura was soon leaving the animal trade shop. She had acquired Chenoa for a modest price as she was looking ragged and customers didn't think she would be of much use. As she carried the half-unconscious vixen out the door and laid her over the back of the horse, Amura realized something. She would have to be careful so that people didn't realize Chenoa wasn't simply a servant/pet she had purchased. At the very least, they would have to avoid coming into town. Amura spent the next few days nursing Chenoa back to health. Chenoa was a tough fox but being caged up had taken a toll on her. Amura lay on the bed with Chenoa, and smiled down at her friend's face. Chenoa smiled back, but still a little weakly. "You know what I would like?" Chenoa asked. "A little milk for breakfast" Amura slowly petted her friend's head and leaned backwards baring her breasts. "Help yourself" she replied. Amura held her arm around Chenoa and sighed as her friend crawled up over her. While Chenoa suckled Amura's nipple, Amura closed her eyes and relaxed. At least things were going a lot better than usual. Just as Amura was getting sleepy, Amy walked into the room. Amy gasped at the sight before her and didn't seem to know how to react. Seeing the girl's confusion, Amura waved her in. Amy sat down singularly amazed as she watched what Chenoa was doing. Regaining her composure, the girl spoke to Amura. "First of all, this is another one of those things you will have to be careful about if you want to fit in." She hesitantly pointed toward Chenoa." The reason I came here is that I have some good news. You asked where you could get some training, and I spoke with our warriors. They would be glad to help, and will offer combat training at a modest fee. I also checked out your question of where to obtain sorcery training, and there is good news. Not far from here is a decent town that has many opportunities for novice sorcerers. Moreover, since they are somewhat secluded, I hear that they don't have a problem with odd folks. There may even be some of your people living there, but I could only get so much information." Amura nodded and kissed Amy's forehead, "thank for your help, I really appreciate it." Amy just shrugged. "No problem." They stayed for a few more weeks after Chenoa was feeling better, and Chenoa spent most of that time training with the warriors. Amura even did some training as well, but melee fighting just wasn't her strong point On the final days, Amura decided that they needed to go into town once more to acquire some necessary goods, and then it would be time to move on. Amura turned to Chenoa and grinned, "You are going to need a leash while we are in town." Chenoa raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What?" Amura smiled, "when I rescued you from that animal dealer they assumed I was buying a pet. We're just going to let them keep thinking that." Chenoa looked at her shrewdly "ah ha, keep them guessing. Well, it will probably be fun anyway." Amura had no trouble tying a leather strap to Chenoa's collar. Once the look was authentic, they entered town. Chenoa had to walk on all fours, so Amura tried to stay on the sidewalk. On their way through town, they were watched suspiciously. By the time that they reached an outfitter, Chenoa was very displeased with how dirty her hands had become. Amura was relieved to find that the store had a clean floor. The storekeeper approached them and declared, "No animals inside, you'll have to tie your beast on the walk." Amura saw her friend look distastefully toward the filthy sidewalk. Amura leaned close enough that no one else could hear, "It's not that bad Chenoa, just wait here a couple minutes for me to get some supplies." While Amura was picking out some dried foods and a saddle, she saw several children eying Chenoa warily. Chenoa seemed to enjoy snapping and growling at any one of them that got too close. Amura made her purchases and retrieved Chenoa. On their way out of town, Amura saw a clothing store. One look at the ragged clothing she was currently wearing was enough to make her enter the store. The owners didn't mind having Chenoa in the store; in fact, one of the seamstresses walked over and petted her on the head. Chenoa just sat on the floor with a grin on her face, happy as a puppy. Amura on the other hand, had found a robe that looked very good with her blue hair. After getting the robe fitted, Amura took a couple of minutes to admire her reflection. Finally satisfied, she made the purchase, and they headed out of town. When they reached the village, they packed their supplies on Ember and prepared to head out. Amy hugged Amura warmly and gave her a passionate kiss goodbye. Amura saw Amy watching them as they began their journey. Amura traveled in human form in an attempt to avoid suspicion. She was pleased to find that her new robe was very comfortable to wear while riding a horse. After a couple hours of riding, Chenoa was sleeping with her head on Amura's shoulder. Amura was leading the horse, but the new saddle had been freshly oiled, and moist leather rubbed against her bare skin. Amura was just enjoying the sensations when she slid forward against the pommel and got an idea. The pommel was smooth leather with a wider ridge at the top; it was shaped almost identical to a horse's cock. Moving carefully so she wouldn't wake Chenoa, Amura raised herself above the pommel, and then sensuously lowered her body, letting the warm leather slide into her. When she reached the bottom, she gasped loud enough that she almost woke Chenoa. Amura let the motion of the horse drive her to ecstasy. When she orgasmed, a moan escaped her throat. The ruckus finally woke Chenoa. Chenoa opened her eyes sleepily and rubbed her cheek against Amura's "Amura do you need to take a break, your face is all sweaty." It was then that Amura realized that she was moist all over. She hadn't realized that her body would be overheated during orgasm while in human form. Amura was just about to tell Chenoa not to worry, when she saw someone coming down the road. Chenoa was wearing Amura's old robe, so she pulled the hood tightly over her face. When the traveler pulled up next to them, Amura was glad that her robe was covering up the pommel inside her. The knight walked his horse over to them, "I thought this was a deserted road, but you're the second person I have met today." "Do you have news of the road ahead?" Amura inquired. "Yes it's dark and full of wild beasts. You know I used to have a helmet, but some creature or another pulled it from my head in an attempt to slay me." He answered. Amura looked at him proudly "I can deal with wild animals. I just wanted to be sure there were no thieves prowling the trail." The knight smiled "no, I cannot give you any information about thieves, but there is a young woman up ahead traveling in the same direction as you. She was an odd one though, had ears on top of her head, like a cat. She was a lot like you, liked to sit on the front of her saddle too, and said it was invigorating. Well I must be moving on ta-ta." Amura just blushed as the knight rode away. Any response she might have given was taken away as another orgasm rushed through her body. Chenoa looked at Amura "what did he mean about sitting on the front of the saddle." Amura just laughed "I'll tell you about it when it's your turn to steer the horse." They rode on; hoping to catch up with the woman the knight had spoken of. Sometime later, Amura caught sight of a figure. As she neared, Amura saw that the person did indeed have catlike ears. Amura noticed something else as well, a flicker of motion at the hem of the girl's dress, a tail even. How the girl could have such features and still not be one of the Catrai? Amura didn't really know how that was possible, but it aroused her curiosity. Amura hailed the rider and rode up beside her. The girl stared at Amura, with piercing yellow eyes. Amura smiled back to put her at ease. In a few minutes, they were riding together engaged in conversation. The girl said that her name was Neko, and that she too seeking the path of a sorceress. Amura smiled, it seemed that she had been able to make a friend around here already. Once the knight was sure Amura was out of sight, he stopped his horse. "Elvira it is time". A red fox seemed to melt from the underbrush. As she approached the knight, her features became more humanlike. She was Kanin like Chenoa, but her fur was red with black tattoo-like marks down her sides. "The tower is ready. I only pray we are doing the right thing. After What happened with Samantha..." Her voice broke. "I know the consequence only too well." The knight too had transformed. His face had taken on the bestial aspects of a black panther. "Then Pardus, let us pray that Amura can do what we have both failed to accomplish. Kill Samantha and end this nightmare my life has become!" 4 ---------- Training The trio reached a gate by mid-afternoon. Amura thought that it was strange that she saw nobody guarding the gate. She pushed the unlocked gate open and investigated the premises. After a fruitless search, Amura stood looking at the tower. Squinting her eyes, She watched a small crack open in the side of the stone structure. In moments an entire doorway had appeared. Two cloaked figures hovered ominously in the entryway. "Amura, daughter of Catherine. Come forth". Confused and now a little scared, Amura waited for Neko to step at her side before she preceded. "Only you Amura; the other girl must stay back." "You can act as mysterious as you want. She comes or I don't". The figures turned toward eachother whispering. "what now". "let them both in. what harm can it do." "very well". The figures turned back to Amura, "It has been decided. You both may enter." Smirking, Amura walked in, followed by Neko. The door sealed tightly behind them. Outside, Chenoa began hammering on the wall. After a fruitless hour, she relented with nothing to show for it other than bruised fingers. "What about Chenoa". "She will be sent to a nearby town. Now if you still want training, stop asking questions".\*\* Amura walked slowly down the cobblestone path. She was very tired, but still had more to do tomorrow. Ah, this training was more difficult than she had anticipated, but nevertheless, she enjoyed the learning. If she ever planned to become much of an adventurer, she would have to be well prepared. Amura didn't feel like an adventurer at the moment though, she just felt exhausted. The teachers here never showed themselves to Neko or Amura, they just came by, shrouded in their cloaks, and dropped off notes in Amura and Neko's shared room. From the notes, they had learned various incantations. Those involving healing, Amura never managed to use very well, but Neko excelled at them. Still shuffling her feet, Amura second-handedly noticed a figure up ahead. As she passed by, she got a strange feeling from the person; immediately suspicious she turned to get a better look. There was nobody there... confused, Amura stood a little straighter and tried to focus. Still, there were little more than shadows to be seen. Amura gasped as clawed hands gripped her shoulders. She tried to break free but the unknown figure held her tightly. Just as Amura was wondering what she was going to do, another personage melded from the shadows in front of her. Further discombobulated, Amura forget about the arms holding her in place, as she watched this new figure draw closer. It was very dark out, but Amura's night vision was excellent, showing her that the figure was actually a young woman. The woman stood before Amura and smiled reassuringly. "Who are...?" Amura began. The woman quickly put her finger to Amura's lips, silencing her with a, "shhh, tigress." Amura started to get worried, she had no control over this situation, and everything was too confusing. She began to resist against the grip of the one holding her, but was again silenced when the young woman drew her hand along Amura's neck softly. Amura stood still again, feeling the caress, but not comprehending. Amura felt powerless, and didn't move an inch as the female drew closer putting her hands against both sides of Amura's face. Amura could see that the woman's eyes were a glowing gold color and faintly realized that she was a Catrai, no, a Kanin. The woman smiled again, then leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips. Amura gasped, feeling her knees weaken as the woman's soft lips pressed against her own. Faintly, but as only a whisper in the back of her mind, Amura started to understand that there was some kind of magic going on here; that was her last thought before she fell from consciousness.\*\* Amura awoke and spent a moment trying to figure out where she was. She attempted to rub her eyes, but found that her wrists were shackled, limiting her movement severely. A quick inspection showed that her ankles were in a similar state. Furthermore, it proved ultimately impossible for her to free herself. As a side note, she also realized that her clothes were gone. Unable to reason out why she was so restrained, Amura growled. There was a movement from the corner of her eye and Amura saw a dark figure stand up. He drew closer and Amura had a good idea that he was the one who had grabbed her the night before. More movement and a second person came into view; this was the young woman. It was dark in the room but Amura did notice the female give the first a submissive bow before leaving. Strange things were afoot here. The man came closer and Amura realized that he was not as old as Amura had thought. In fact, he couldn't be a great deal older than she was. He stood on the edge of the bed and focused on her. "Awake I see." Pardus stated. Amura could now see that he had jet-black fur and was Catrai as well. "Who are you?" she demanded. He didn't flinch at that but simply smiled. "My name is unimportant dear kitten," he replied. "What is of importance is what I have to offer you. I have been watching you and believe that you have tremendous potential. I offer you two choices, accept the powers that I offer willingly, or take them unwillingly. They are things that you will appreciate during the trials ahead, and I do insist that you take advantage of my offer." Amura was perplexed but something was strange about this, why had she been kidnapped if this was supposed to be something to help her out? Getting worried she exclaimed, "You are one of the dark ones aren't you?" "No... Not anymore," he replied simply. "I traveled with them for a time, and did learn much of the evil that is possible with the powers we possess, but I think that even more good can come from it. The things I have to offer you are perhaps somewhere in-between, but for you they will be used for good; I am certain of that. Enough talk though, we must begin. Time is not on our side." He then turned to walk away. "Wait!"Amura exclaimed, "What are you doing? I never agreed to anything yet!" Even as she said this, Amura realized something troubling. She actually trusted this person, and she was interested in the enigmatic things that he offered. He reappeared, but before she had a moment to speak, she took notice of something that frightened her. He stood poised with a black snake coiled around his arm. "First, young tigress, you must learn to use the power of all creatures. They are yours to command, it is one of your gifts, but they can also be used to exaggerate your strengths. For now, take the power of the serpent, may it serve you well in the future." Amura screamed in distress as he lowered the snake to the bed and it coiled around her leg. He began a mysterious enchantment and she felt the marks on her arm glow. Something was going on indeed, but she wasn't sure that she liked it. Amura cringed as the serpent crept up the length of her body. She was helplessly chained down with no means of escape, but that didn't keep her from resisting. It moved further up and she shuddered as the snake slid up between her breasts. It moved closer and closer coiling near her neck. Amura looked at the black thing, now feeling quite afraid. It drew back and she cringed knowing that it was about to strike. It did indeed strike, and Amura caterwauled at the top of her lungs, pulling the shackle taunt as she felt fangs sink into her neck. It hurt severely and she could feel the venom burning through her veins. Everything became too much, consciousness faded from her once again. She wondered if this time she was dying. Then... she awoke. Amura found that she was still on the bed, but the infernal serpent was gone. Her neck hurt though, and she felt odd. Why had he been casting a spell when the snake bit her? She was more confused than ever now. At least she was still alive, for now anyway. Amura screamed in surprise as she realized that the man was still next to her bed. "How do you feel?" Amura wanted to give a very sarcastic remark. Something like; she felt just how anyone would after being bitten by a venomous snake, but then she stalled. She actually didn't feel bad at all. The man laughed at her confusion and spoke again. "I am sure you feel quite fine, you may not know it yet, but you have overcome the power of venom and I do not lie. From this point on you shall no longer fear the serpent, as he is your ally as much as any other animal. As a bonus, I allowed you a special thing that I learned some time ago. Feel your fangs tigress, do you notice something?" Amura drew her tongue over her fangs, and yes, she did notice something strange. It was as if the tips each had a small pinhole. "I have given you the power to not only bite your enemies and tear their flesh, but to do as the serpent and overcome them with venom, rendering them harmless." He drew a claw against the surface of her tooth and she had an idea, why not see how good this new weapon worked. In an instant she struck, biting his arm. She was quickly reprimanded as he backhanded her across the jaw, knocking her dizzy. That was it though; he simply licked his bleeding arm and smiled. "Silly tigress, I too am immune to the venom, it poses no danger to my health." Amura realized that he had a point, she immediately felt sorry, but he had already disappeared. Amura was left to think for a while, but never full straightened out her own thoughts. Why was she sorry for biting him? She was the one chained up against her will, being subject to who knows what. Damn, it made no sense. Eventually the vixen came into view. Amura was quiet and tried to be good, hoping not to be hit again. The female spoke in a gentle yet dark manner. "Young tigress" she called, "I too have a gift to offer you, and this is the most powerful of all you might obtain in your entire life. You have a special way about you, it is one of your inherent abilities to bring arousal and cause temptation. The Catrai would say that when you walk about, you draw the others as if you were in heat, but when you are in heat, nothing compares. This is magic my dear. It is carnal magic of a sort, but can be performed without a touch sometimes. Your true strength is in physical contact though. You must practice these things for they are not the skills of a novice. One thing I can teach you the fast way, but others will take training. We will do the fast one first. It is a power that you will be glad to have obtained I assure you." Amura didn't know what to say, so she simply stayed quiet. The female called into the darkness and Amura sat in silence for some moments. Just as she was entertaining thoughts that the vixen must have forgotten to come back, there was a strange sound. From the opposite corner of the room, an area so dark Amura herself could not see it with her cat's eyes, there was a padding of heavy feet. A wet intake of breath caught her attention, and Amura pricked her ears. Something was approaching her from the blackness. When the being came into view, Amura gasped in utter surprise. It was unlike any animal she had ever seen before. It retained the appearance of a wolf, but had three heads upon its shoulders and its breath felt hot as steam. "Do your work boy," the vixen cooed. Amura saw the beast grin as it moved closer and drew its forepaws onto the bed. As the man had done earlier, the vixen began some sort of enchantment whilst watching. The beast climbed up further and snorted a breath hot enough to make Amura worry that her fur might be singed. Then she saw something else, and she started to get scared. Underneath his large canine chest, she spotted three long phalluses hanging down. She had no doubt that the beast intended to mate her, but she really wasn't so sure that she wanted to comply. Another attempt at pulling free showed Amura what she already knew, this was going to happen and there was nothing she could do about it. Amura mewled meekly as the beast drew down on her. She felt the three large dicks push between her legs and she cried out in vain. They were hot, so hot that they burned against her flesh making her writhe in discomfort as she was slowly penetrated. Amura didn't know how it was going to fit so much into her, but it did. As Amura felt the three huge knots force their way in, tears fill her eyes. It hurt so much, but it also felt so good. The animal's members, like three burning pistons, began to pump her. Now with it's shafts fully inside of her body, the creature was thrusting without abandon. It hurt and felt like she was being stretched past her limits. It felt as if Amura's entire body were being raped and taken. She could hardly breathe and knew that she was trapped, the vixen would not help her. A tear formed at the edge of Amura's eye, but she remained stolid and silent. It was still becoming too much and the thing's dicks were just so hot that Amura had to use the little breath she retained in order to pant. She wanted to just have it be done with it was too much. Amura was feeling dizzy and the world grayed around her again. The beast growled down at her dominantly and searing hot spittle dripped onto her arm. Unable to take it, she slid into a half-conscious state. She was starting to think that these incantations were drawing at her energy as well. Upon waking, Amura realized that the woman was sitting by her side with a concerned expression. Seeing that Amura was alright, the vixen smiled with relief. "It is done dearest," she said. "From now on, you have gained a special power. Whatever being you couple with, as long as they are more powerful than you in some way, you will gain a portion of that power. It is useful indeed and I must say that I have personally tested it out and seen that it works well. Never will you find a more efficient way to train your magery skills. How you decide to use this power is entirely up to you. Let us now hasten though, because I have much to teach you." Amura gave the woman a quizzical look and realized that she was about the same age as the male had been. Amura lay still as the female hooked a chain to her collar then proceeded to undo the shackles holding her to the bed. Once Amura was free, the woman led her by the collar, like a dog really but Amura was too dumbfounded to think much of it. Finally, the female hooked the opposite end of the chain to a hook on the wall, and lay next to Amura. "Come come tigress," she purred. "I have much to teach you about carnal magics, the power of a lustful touch and more. I shall teach you to bring down your foes with a single kiss, and that is only the beginning." Amura came willingly and started to wonder if this was some sort of dream.\*\* She had no idea how long it had been, but Amura did know that she had learned a lot. She lived her days chained up naked, in a place that she didn't know, but that didn't matter. Her waking moments were all spent with constant training. The female was most interesting though. She taught Amura some exceedingly wonderful things, and much pleasure came from their training sessions. At first, Amura's vision had been clouded by the woman's powerful charms, but as the two of them became more like actual friends, Amura knew that it was not a charm or a hex that the woman was putting on her. She really liked the woman's company. As such, Amura had an idea that some of the bodily pleasures that the woman gave her were not critical to the training, but friends did like to make each other feel pleasure so it was only fair. Amura was actually saddened when the day finally came. The male came to her silently. "It is time". Amura didn't have a chance to answer, before he unhooked her steel collar and it slid from her neck. She had spent so much time chained like an animal that she had trouble understanding. A door opened on the opposite side of the room and Amura shied

away from the light. She hadn't seen the sun in many days, and had forgotten how bright it was. Amura glanced back and found that she was alone in the room. Her new acquaintances were gone. They had accomplished what they had come for, and moved on, but she felt that they would cross paths again. She knew that everything they had done was necessary, as their time was too limited to explain everything to her one piece at a time. Amura sighed. It was time to get back and see where her other friends were. Also, she had to find out how long she had been away, learning of the darker magics. True, she had learned things here that she would never be able to tell the "official" mage schools about, but she felt they were still good things to know. She felt more powerful, more enlightened so to speak. She was prepared now; prepared to really do something. Amura started walking forward with a devious grin. Chenoa was about to learn a few new things about pleasure in the coming nights. 5 ---------- Sorceress It was one week later. Amura, Chenoa, and Neko sat at the table discussing their next move. They were completely out of funds, and even getting something to eat seemed a challenge. Luckily enough, they had obtained the training that they came for. Amura had been extremely busy trying to catch up with the things she had missed during her extra training session, but she was well prepared now. No amount of consoling could settle Chenoa who was still incensed about being locked out of the mage's tower. They had chanced upon a bit of luck though. Chenoa had found a job for them. It was a seemingly simple contract. There was a very annoying wizard up in the forest. She was hiding in an abandoned fortress, and was all alone. All their group had to do was capture her. If she wouldn't go willingly, they had permission to take her back dead. After discussing it among themselves, they decided it was time to leave. It wasn't the easiest trip as the road was grown over, but they made it to the place by nightfall. There was a very high outer-wall surrounding the fortress, and a gateless front entrance. Chenoa dismounted, It was very quiet, not another soul around. "Alright," Chenoa called. Let's look inside. She walked forward through the entrance. Inexplicably she seemed to collide with the air as she tried to go through the entrance. Falling onto her rear, Chenoa rubbed her nose. She looked back up at the entrance miffed, and tried to reason out this strange happening. "The entrance is shielded," Amura explained. Getting off her horse, she helped Chenoa up. With her hands outstretched, Amura approached the entrance. She felt a warm solidity and found that it did indeed cover the entire entrance, blocking their progression. Amura looked up at the wall; it was extremely high. Even so, she was a good climber and felt that she could scale it well enough. "I'm going to go up and take a look." Amura disrobed, and grabbed onto the nearest brick to start climbing. About twenty-five feet up, she encountered trouble. A large vulture took a dive at her. Amura managed to avoid it, but another one came from the opposite side. She immediately knew that something was wrong, these animals must be under some sort of enchantment. Obviously, they had been set up as a defense against trespassers. While trying to shoo the birds, she lost her grip and slid down, barely catching a hold in her free hand. Just as she was trying to get her feet back onto something, one of the birds viciously bit her wrist. Amura cried out and let go. Amura hit the ground, landing hard. The breath was knocked out of her, and it felt like she had severely sprained her ankle. Tigers were not meant to fall from such heights it seemed. "HOLY HELL!" Chenoa cried out as she ran to help Amura. Once it was determined that she would be okay and nothing was broken, Amura looked back up with narrowed eyes. It seemed that they would not be able to get in so easily. Her ankle did hurt though, and it impeded her movement considerably. "Can you open the entrance?" Neko asked. Amura thought about it. "Probably, but I would have to stay here, as it will take a great deal of my concentration to do it." She saw Chenoa give a displeased look concerning the thought of Amura staying behind, but she too agreed. Once Chenoa and Neko were prepared, Amura sat in front of the entrance and began clearing the way. In a moment, the air began to glow softly. Amura clenched her teeth, and focused. Soon the glow faded and Amura motioned for Chenoa and Neko to proceed. They went through, and just as Chenoa turned to look back, Amura heard something off to the side. It broke her concentration and the way closed again. Before she had time to react, Amura was hit hard, rolling sideways. She attempted to defend herself, but a large cat had pinned her. Its jaws were around her throat and she was losing strength quickly. Desperate, she beat at it with her bare hands. Her choked screams carried through the wilderness.\*\* Chenoa had just gone through the entrance when she knew something was wrong. She turned back in time to see a large feline pounce on Amura, knocking her out of sight. Chenoa hurried back, but the wall of air had returned now that Amura wasn't holding it open. Chenoa beat on the infernal barrier, but was stopped when she heard Neko's warning. "Chenoa! We're in trouble!" Neko called. Chenoa spun around to see Neko draw her bow and aim at a swarm of vultures. As the birds began to bear down on them, Neko fired repeatedly, bring down several of them. Chenoa, drew her sword. "The damnable birds are coming fast and hard." Slashing wildly, Chenoa had little difficulty taking them down. "There are too many of the little buggers". "Augh", Neko cried out in distress. Chenoa turned to see several of the birds slashing at the girl's face and body. Before Chenoa could interfere, she was assailed from behind and fell to her knees trying to get one of them off her back. Thrusting blindly backwards with her little sword, she managed to get the thing off, but felt a burning and feared that her back was badly cut. She looked ahead, and saw Neko crawling on the ground with one of the birds attacking her face. She saw Neko pull a dagger from her boot. While Neko used the blade to eviscerate the bird, Chenoa rushed forward and knocked the other ones off. Gasping for breath, Chenoa helped the girl to her feet. "Are you okay?" Chenoa held Neko's shoulders. The girl nodded, but her bloodied face showed that she was definitely hurt. Chenoa quickly hefted her sword and cut down another bird, then looked ahead. "We have to get out of the open," Neko urged. Desperately, they fought their way towards the large central tower. Chenoa was doing well with her sword and noticed that Neko was becoming very accurate with the bow while also becoming proficient at fending the birds off with the dagger at close range. Seeing the door to the tower, and knowing that it was probably locked, Chenoa ran at full speed and rammed against it. She heard the wood split, and it almost opened. Charging ahead one more time, Chenoa knocked the door open and pulled Neko inside. After barricading the door as best she could, Chenoa looked ahead. It was a small room with a spiral staircase twisting upwards. "I guess the only way to go is up," Chenoa stated. First though, they made sure that everything was ready. Chenoa was not much of a healer, but at least Neko had some very decent skills. Even so, the girl had deep cuts on her face, and needed better medical attention. Chenoa herself needed aid of a healer, as her back was really hurting and bloody, but she ignored it for the moment not wanting Neko to waste time on her yet. Chenoa looked in the very center of the room and saw a dried out body. Apparently, some adventurer had fallen down the center of the stairwell. She did not like the thought of that very much. After gathering what little she could of use from his possessions, Chenoa noticed a slight shine from the corner of her vision. Checking it out, she found a tarnished claymore lying on the floor. Chenoa picked up the sword and wiped the dust off, but was unhappy to see a crack about halfway down the length of the blade. Even so, she decided to keep it because it seemed very well made; in fact, one of the most finely crafted swords she had seen. Also, the inscriptions were of an ancient language it seemed, so she had no idea how old the thing was. If they could get it repaired, it might be a very worthwhile weapon. After strapping the sword to her back, Chenoa studied the staircase. "Come on Neko, we're going up." The climb was long and hard. After a short time, Chenoa knew why the person had fallen. The stairway was so deteriorated that many pieces were loose, and a false step could easily prove dangerous. Carefully making her way up, Chenoa helped Neko across the wide gaps. As they neared the top, she remained as quiet as possible, looking for any sign of an enemy. There was no door, but rather the stairs opened to the room above. Creeping silently, they spotted an aged woman sitting in the middle of the room. She was murmuring under her breath and her eyes were closed. Chenoa wasn't sure what the woman was doing, but she didn't like it. Chenoa sneaked a bit closer, drawing her sword in case there was trouble. Suddenly the woman's eyes opened. Before Chenoa could react, a bolt of lightning shot from the woman's fingertips. Chenoa was hit hard, falling to the floor. Her fur was singed and she had trouble breathing. Just as Chenoa climbed to her feet, she saw Neko pull out her bow and release an arrow. The arrow disintegrated in mid-air though, and Neko was knocked back by another electric bolt. Chenoa sprang to her feet, and rushed forward. This time, when she saw the bolt of lightning, she swung forward to deflect it with her little sword. To her surprise, the sword exploded sending a shower of metal in every direction. Chenoa fell down unable even to scream, as her hands were full of metal shards. Luckily, though, Neko got the old woman's attention before she took advantage of Chenoa's weakened state. Chenoa wondered why Neko was drawing another arrow when the first had been easily destroyed. To Chenoa's surprise, the arrow began to glow in Neko's hand, and by the time she fired it, it looked like it was burning with silver fire. Neko's enchanted arrow was not so easily stopped, and sank into the old woman's arm. Seeing a turn in the tide, Chenoa stood up and pulled the claymore from her back. Steel shard sand deep into her flesh as she gripped the handle. Blood dripped from Chenoa's hands as she howled, more from desperation than pain, and rushed her opponent. Surprisingly, the old woman was not completely incapacitated by the shaft in her arm. She shot another lightning bolt at Chenoa. As before, Chenoa tried to block it. This time though, it worked. The ancient sword held up to the blast, and even deflected a bit of it back at the attacker. Chenoa smiled. "Ha!" she exclaimed. Then the crack split, and the top half of the sword clattered to the stone floor. Angered, Chenoa swung at the old woman. ... It was like hitting air, as the woman appeared beside her. Chenoa received a shockwave to the side over the head and lost her balance. Before she could attack the old woman again, the woman simply made a glowing door out of nowhere and walked through it. When the door shut, it disappeared. "Huh?" Chenoa asked in confusion. "That's not fair, she ran away." "Are you okay?" Neko asked, coming in behind Chenoa. "Yeah, I'm fi..." Chenoa dropped her sword and realized that she was bleeding everywhere. "I don't know..." Chenoa slowly sank to the floor. Neko worked feverishly, binding Chenoa's wounds. A sound from behind gave her a start. Turning, she saw a large white lion nearing them.\*\* With her last conscious breath, Amura bit down on the leopard's neck and let the poison flow from her fangs. She was very surprised to wake up alive. She pried her neck free from the jaws of the lifeless leopard, then sat and rubbed her sore throat. Amura wondered why she hadn't been able to use a charm on the animal; perhaps the wizard that was controlling the birds and the gate had been controlling the leopard too. Suddenly something very strange happened; the leopard's body began to change before her eyes. In a matter of seconds, it was no longer a leopard but rather a jaguar. Not only was it now a jaguar but it was alive again and coming at her. Amura barely had time to roll out of the way, as the cat lunged. The cat's jaw clamped on thin air and Amura took off running, though she limped badly on her hurt foot. She was trying to think of a spell that would help the situation but she was still dizzy from being unconscious earlier. She saw their horses up ahead and an idea came to mind. Neko kept an extra bow and some arrows in the satchel on her horse. *That weapon would be very nice to have right about now*. While running, she looked behind her and cast a spell, sending out a shockwave that knocked the jaguar over. She took advantage of her pursuer's predicament and leapt forward onto the back of the horse. Taking at a gallop, Amura gathered some weapons. She found a dagger, a short bow, and twelve arrows. Amura sat sidesaddle and began shooting arrows at the cat behind them. Unfortunately Amura was a very bad shot, out of the first six arrows she had hit the cat once in the shoulder barely slowing it down, but she had cut her left wrist with the bowstring four times and had hit the horse as well. Hitting the horse with an arrow turned out to be a good thing because it began moving much faster; nonetheless Amura was still grumbling under her breath. Her tenth arrow hit the cat in the chest; it began slowing down as it coughed blood from a lung wound. Amura left arm was soaked with blood from the cuts on her wrist, but she clenched her teeth and prepared to deliver the killing shot. Instead of killing her pursuer, she hit her arm with the bowstring again and howled in pain and desperation as she dropped her bow to the ground. Amura thought that maybe she could ride around until the jaguar bled to death, and she was in the process of doing just that when the horse collided with part of the barrier surrounding the fortress. Amura fell to the ground and in a matter of seconds; the jaguar leapt and sunk its fangs into the horse's throat. Amura lay on the ground dazed from the impact. Looking up, she saw the dying horse falling in her direction, she desperately tried to move, but she was on her back and just couldn't get out of the way. Amura felt tears welling in her eyes, the horse had fallen on her, pinning her to the spot. The cat climbed onto the horse and looked at Amura, its prey. In the moonlight, she realized that the jaguar had white fur but there were long streaks of red flowing from where the arrow had pierced its chest. The cat took each step toward her grudgingly as if a cruel master commanded it. The cat lined up its target and pounced. There was a glimmer of steel as Amura swung the dagger upward sinking it into the jaguar's heart. With a low mewl it fell to Amura's side and lay still. Amura was in bad shape, her legs felt broken but she wouldn't know for sure until she got the horse off her. Amura was looking at the stars wondering how Chenoa and Neko were going to be able to find her, and then something caught her attention. The jaguar didn't have spots anymore; it was pure white. To her dismay, the cat stood up, its flowing mane reflecting the starlight. She looked to see the arrow and the dagger lying on the ground out of her reach. The cat looked at her; it had become a lion and would soon be her executioner. Amura moaned, "It's not fair, it's just not fair". The cat grabbed her shoulder in its jaws and bit down, its fangs sliced clear through. With a hard pull, it yanked Amura out from under the horse. Amura screamed from a pain like she had never felt before in her life. Suddenly there was a loud whoosh and the shield around the fortress disintegrated. The lion softly placed Amura on the ground and began to lick her wounds. Amura was confused at first, but then she noticed something, the lion was moving of its own free will, with a certain grace. Amura looked up and spoke in the language of the felines "Find my friends I need their help". With a look that told Amura that he would rather stay with her, the lion bounded into the fortress. Not much later Amura saw the lion returning, with an angry sword-wielding vixen hot on his tail. Neko wasn't far behind and when she spotted Amura, she rushed over to help. While Neko was busy healing her wounds, Amura called out and told Chenoa to stop trying to stab the lion. Chenoa looked over and recognized Amura. A relieved smile came over Chenoa's face as she came to Amura's side. Chenoa eyed the lion suspiciously while Amura told them what had happened. Amura was displeased that the witch had gotten away but that did explain how all the magical defenses disappeared. When her wounds were mostly healed, Amura stood up and they decided to look in the tower for anything valuable. It was then that Neko found out what had happened to her horse. "AAAAAAAAAAhhh." The look on Neko's face would have caused Amura to burst out laughing under any other circumstances. Amura was tired and cold, *why does everything in the world have to hurt*.. She had lost her cloak in the woods while running from the cat and she had nothing to cover her body. She was about to ascend the rickety staircase when the cat took her hand in his mouth and stopped her. Amura stood there confused until the cat walked over and pulled a shackle on the wall. Soon, a faintly glowing magical staircase appeared floating just above the broken one. Chenoa looked at the cat and rolled her eyes "Oh, now you tell us". In the room where Chenoa and Neko had fought, they found a doorway leading into a bedroom. In the bedroom, there were several spell books, and a piece of armor designed to cover one's heart. The armor had a hook on the back where you could mount a bow and a quiver, so Neko decided to keep it. Amura checked a travel trunk over by the wall. In the trunk was a beautiful robe. The inside of the robe was lined with snow leopard fur and the outside was darkly colored almost black with a deep purple collar and sash. Amura tried it on and purred. The fur lining felt absolutely wonderful against her own fur. When she tied the sash, the robe conformed to fit her body. There was also a small stash of gold coins at the bottom of the trunk; Amura tucked them into a pocket on the robe. Meanwhile Chenoa was excitedly pointing out the window. Amura looked and saw a carriage by one of the buildings downstairs. They took everything from the tower and brought it with them to the carriage. As soon as they had hooked Ember up to the carriage, they began heading back to town. There was plenty of room inside the carriage for Amura, Neko, Chenoa, and the cat. While they were riding, Amura noticed that the lion had a collar made of a thin white gold chain, and there was a plate on the collar with Xenosmilus inscribed on it. "Well Xeno, at least we know what to call you now". The carriage didn't have any seats, the floor was a soft pad about twelve feet by eight, and there were several soft pillows strewn about. Chenoa was driving and Neko was sitting on the roof making arrows. Lying on the floor petting Xeno, Amura noticed that his mane seemed less puffy. She looked at him and found that he had changed to a white tiger. Amura thought about how she had been able to assume the powers of those that she had mated. Xeno would be very helpful to her if she intended to master the art of transformation. Amura untied the sash on her robe and lay back invitingly. Xeno inhaled her scent and stood over her body. Amura rubbed her nipples and licked them while motioning for him to do the same. He obliged and teased her breasts with his rough tongue paying special attention to her nipples. Amura tousled his mane with her hands and held him to her breasts,whispering in his ear. "Make me your mate". Xeno's dagger-like penis slid from its sheath. As he moved forward, Amura's body was pressed against the fur lining of her robe. She let out a small gasp when the head of his tool slid across her pussie. It felt incredibly warm against the cold night air coming through the carriage window. He pulled back to realign himself, and then thrust forward impaling Amura. She purred letting him have his way with her. As their pleasure rose, they began kissing swirling their tongues together. With each thrust, small moans escaped Amura's mouth along with her purrs. She held him close, as an orgasm flowed through her. Unbeknownst to her, not only the stripes on her arm were glowing, but all the stripes on her body were burning fiercely with a blue light. Her animalistic tiger side took over as she arched her back and roared. She cried out and he let loose into her filling her with feline cum. Amura felt the hot seed burst powerfully into her body. She lay helpless and let him dominate her as she enjoyed the pleasure and magic flowing through her body. When she caught her breath Amura looked up to see Neko's smiling face hanging upside down in the window. The blue light was reflected in her eyes making them shine. Xeno was worn out, Amura laid back, and let the warmth wash through her. Xeno dismounted and transformed into his lion form. Once he was finished transforming he looked completely refreshed and Amura realized that he had a throbbing erection. He mounted her and fucked her like the wild animal he was. Amura's orgasm didn't have time to subside; instead, it just grew stronger until the next one overtook it. She clawed at his back humping her body against his cock. Amura was wild and screaming, her hair thrown in her face. He orgasmed again roughly pushing himself into her, but she still wanted it harder. She held his cock tightly with her cunt, milking him for all he was worth. Finally, he was done and she felt his erection subside inside her. This time he began to change without even dismounting; she could feel his power rushing through her as he turned into a jaguar. Once the transformation was complete, he wrapped his jaws around her neck and resumed mating with her. She ran her fingers though his fur, and felt his muscles ripple underneath like liquid steel. He let her free from his jaws so he could lick her neck. She kissed Xeno as he thrust deeply making her, his own. Amura was feeling faint from the constant string of orgasms. Xeno pummeled her, driving his cock deep, as the fluids from their previous matings began to soak his balls. He was getting close and he let out a roar to match Amura's own as they orgasmed together. When he dismounted, Amura crawled underneath to lick his dripping shaft. She swirled her tongue around his penis and was rewarded with a final burst of cum. Amura continued licking his shaft tasting her own sex on his rod and sucking his furry balls greedily trying to get every drop of cum. When she was done, he turned into a leopard and mounted her from behind letting the overflowing juices drip down her inner thighs. The white leopard got a mouthful of black hair as he bit down on the nape of her neck. In this position, he was able to mate with her more naturally and therefore more effectively. Amura breasts swayed in time with his thrusts and she felt weak in the knees. Their tails entwined, his white hers blue, as they worked in unison fulfilling each other's needs. Her face was flushed with heat as their pleasure began to reach its peak. She was panting and purring at the same time, each breath being punctuated with a mewl. Her body, naked except for fur, was moist with perspiration, the fluids of her and her mate had run down her belly and small drops were dripping from her breasts. Amura breathed deep, the very air tasted of pheromones, the smell of a cat in heat. Every thought she had was centered on where his cock entered her body and the sensations that spread from there. Soon, they both reached the peak of orgasm. Her pussie juices mixed with his semen as wave after wave of hot fluid was sprayed into her. After the tenth blast of semen, he transformed and continued to ejaculate inside of her. Amura didn't think she would be able to handle it as wave after wave of cum entered her body. Each time he seemed about to run out, he would change again and continue to cum inside her. With each orgasm, she acquired a little more power, and soon Neko who was sitting on the roof, was enveloped by the aura of energy and was overcome by an orgasm. When Xeno finally decided Amura'd had enough, he dismounted and let her lay down. Amura smiled, by realizing her deepest most animal desires she had found a moment of peace in the turmoil of her life. After her little surprise, Neko decided to get in the carriage too. When Neko got in the carriage, she looked at Amura's cum streaked body and gave her a knowing smile. With her tail swaying in excitement, Neko crawled over to the cat and began to clean his tool. After her tasty job was finished, she laid Amura's head in her lap and petted her hair. While Amura licked Neko's pussie, the catgirl removed her armor. She noticed that none of the semen from Amura's pussie was on the floor; some magical device had drained it into a nearby pitcher. Neko didn't have long to think about it though, because Xeno had mounted Amura again and this time he was a Siberian tiger. He only managed to get half of his cock into Amura with his first thrust. When he drove into her, Amura bit down lightly on Neko's clit. When she felt her clit be stimulated by Amura's teeth, Neko swooned from the force of the orgasm that rushed through her small body. Amura wrapped her hands around Neko's thighs and buried her face in the girl's pussie while the tiger pounded her own cunt. The tiger happily licked Neko's breasts while he tried to get his entire cock into Amura's pussie. Amura worked at widening her pussie to accept his whole length, but it was hard to concentrate because she orgasmed each time the spines on his cock ran across the inner walls of her pussie while thrusting forward, and she lost her breath each time he would slide out of her on the backstroke. Amura thought she would die from pleasure as she drank the delicious nectar from Neko's pussie, and accepted the tiger's cock in her own sex. Neko leaned back arching her spine and letting her breasts stand proudly up in the air as she let Amura pleasure her. The tiger ran his tongue across Neko's stomach and over her breasts sending shivers up her spine. Moments later, he slid himself up to the hilt in Amura's pussie, and then orgasmed powerfully. Amura's face was pressed against Neko's sex each time he pushed forward to let loose another burst of cum. The tiger's semen ran across her stomach and dripped from her breasts. He thrust forward one last time giving her all he had left, and then he began to pull back. When he dismounted, Amura lay across Neko's body pressing their breasts together and asked, "Do you want a drink". Neko kissed her passionately then shook her head yes. When Amura leaned over and got the pitcher of feline juices, she felt Neko's tail slide into her well-lubricated pussie. Amura kissed her fully on the lips "you're one naughty kitty aren't you". Neko just blushed but she squealed when she felt Amura's tail slide into her own hot pussie. They held their faces together as they drank from the container in-between kisses. They drained the container then Amura scooped the last bit up with her hand while Neko suckled milk from her breasts. Amura took her sticky hand and placed it against her left breast. When Neko saw the treat, the kitten immediately began to suck the cum off Amura's fingers. Once every drop had been removed from Amura's hand, the kitten began to clean the last traces from the tigress's breast. When they were done, Amura curled up with Neko under her robe while Xeno held them protectively against his chest. Amura looked into Neko's eyes "Goodnight kitten". Purring, Neko kissed her cheek then laid her head against Amura's breasts as she faded off to sleep. 6 ---------- The Incubus The next morning they made it back to town, and Amura was waiting for Chenoa to come back to tell them about their reward for getting rid of the sorceress. Chenoa came back with a fiery rage in her eyes. Apparently, it was assumed that they had not completed the contract, because they had not brought the sorceress back with them. That was bad news. If they were not getting a reward, then they were still out of money. They could sell some of the goods that they had scavenged from the fortress, but still would need to get another job. Chenoa sat cleaning her broken sword. It was a nice sword, but would be very expensive to repair, so she would just have to use it at half-length for now. Amura lay back against Xeno and closed her eyes for a moment. They needed another plan, and they needed it soon. As soon as Neko got back, they would discuss their options. It was getting dark and cold as well. Amura finally caught sight of Neko returning as Chenoa discussed their next plan of action. There was a mage in town looking for some help in finding a lost pet. Only talented adventurers were to be hired. The group figured they could ask for the job; the worst that could happen would be if the mage said no. Amura sat in the carriage with Xeno while the other girls talked to the mage. They came back with a servant in tow. Chenoa told them that they had accepted the contract, but they would need to take the servant with them so that he could identify their quarry. The first day's journey went well; Amura spent most of her time studying incantations from the spell books. At nightfall, they made camp in a clearing near an old stone shrine. Amura woke in the middle of the night, and noticed that something was amiss. Neko was gone. Wondering if the girl had wandered off to relieve herself, Amura decided to look for her. Amura quietly climbed out of the carriage to avoid waking Chenoa, and stopped to look into the servant's tent. No Neko... Searching the area further, Amura followed a scent on the breeze. She finally located Neko near the shrine. Neko was standing in an almost hypnotic way, making Amura wonder if the girl was sleepwalking. Then Amura saw that a tall dark being was holding Neko up. Confused, Amura moved in closer. The thing was holding the half-unconscious Neko in a standing position while thrusting into her roughly. Amura saw its wings spread wide as it sped up its pace. Realization hit Amura; she had heard of such things, this was most likely an incubus. It dropped Neko into a crumpled heap and held its hand out towards Amura. Instantly, Amura felt calmed. Not understanding why yet, she lay on a round stone table and waited. The incubus leapt up onto the table and crouched over her. As she noticed its large dark member shine wetly in the moonlight, Amura realized what was going on. It was using charms on her. She felt rather angry that this incubus was more powerful than she, at hypnotic charms, but she would see how he fared against her physical charms. As the being bore down penetrating her, Amura resisted as best she could. Relentlessly he pumped her, and still she could not overcome his charms. Feeling exhausted in mind and body, Amura realized that he was almost done. She gasped as he came to climax, pumping hot liquid deep within her. At last, he dismounted and stood above her smiling savagely. She immediately felt anger at the sarcastic bastard. He knew she had tried to resist, and still he had won the match. To her dismay, she saw that he was hard again. She couldn't move, paralyzed as the being straddled her again. This time though, as he mercilessly drove into her, she felt different. She realized that she had gained some of his power. A useful thing indeed, she silently thanked the vixen who had taught her those special magics. Smiling back at the incubus, Amura unleashed her new powers to see how it worked. In one quick motion, her body changed. She was now smooth-skinned like her human form, but it had a dark bluish tint to it, and she had a very interesting set of wings. The beast slowed for a minute, surprised by this change, then he smiled and worked her harder yet. Amura felt that in this form, her charm powers were almost doubled; at least she had a chance at fighting the creature. As they fought in simultaneity, each trying to take control of the other, Amura still knew she couldn't win. Even so, she could fight. He had been weakening her by denying her the ability to come all the way to orgasm; she now had enough control that she could fight that. Amura screamed out savagely as she reached her zenith. Her body contorted blindly clutching at air, and her wings fanned out beneath her. With tears in her eyes as the most long awaited orgasm of her life passed, Amura grinned. She was clear headed and ready to resist. It seemed to continue forever, as the stone table became slick with the numerous times he had let loose into her. As it continued, he was not able to consume her strength; in fact, quite the opposite happened, as she absorbed a portion of his power. Still, Amura was nearing her limit. She had never before endured such physical demand. Her muscles only seemed to work out of reflex now, and she feared that once her body gave up he would finally win the contest. She would not survive if she allowed thatt. Just as Amura felt that she couldn't take any more, a gleam of hope appeared. Chenoa was running at them full throttle, and apparently had creature-beating on her mind. She swung her half sword at the incubus, knocking him off from Amura. Amura noticed Chenoa's surprise when the being got back up and charged at her. She fought it relentlessly, and in its weakened state, it was unable to charm Chenoa. After some time though, it managed to disarm her of her weapon, and it closed in on her. Chenoa fought back, but even she was not strong enough to fend off such a foe. Amura felt helpless as she saw her friend weakening, succumbing to the incubus' power. Amura felt as if her entire body was on fire. She screamed and sat up to get away from whatever was harming her. Then she realized that it was the sun. Almost second-handedly, she reverted to her normal form. Amura fell back down, with barely enough strength to keep her eyes open. She stayed awake just long enough to see the creature flee. Apparently, he did not enjoy the comforts of the sun either. As Chenoa was lifting her up, Amura looked into her eyes lovingly. Chenoa was a true friend, the best. With that thought, Amura embraced her.\*\* A few days later, they approached their destination. By mid-afternoon, the group neared the cave they were looking for. The way was too steep for horses so they were forced to walk. They found some unusual tracks at the entrance of a cave matching the description they had been given Chenoa looked very distresses about the tracks, "Do you know what those are. Those are dragon prints; nobody told us we were looking for a freakin' dragon". Neko tried to console her by saying she must be mistaken about the prints, th cave was too small. While they were discussing their plan of action, the servant rushed into the cave. They hurriedly followed after. The servant yelled back "we've found him we've found the master's pet". Amura let out a gasp when they entered the back of the cave, but she was soon overcome by laughter. Chenoa was right about it being a dragon but it was barely as big as a goat. Amura looked back smiling, "This is your mighty dragon. I daresay we may have frightened the poor little thing". While the servant rubbed the dragon's head Amura grabbed the lead hanging from his collar and began walking him out of the cave. The slope outside was steep so they took it slow, being careful not to slip. On a particularly bad part of the trail, Amura's foot skidded and she almost lost her balance, the dragon wasn't so lucky. He slid across the gravel slope right toward the edge of a cliff, dragging Amura with him. Amura's arm was caught in the leash and she desperately tried to get loose as they headed toward the edge. The last thing she saw was a tree limb coming toward her face, and then the world faded into blackness. 7 ---------- The Dragon Incident When Amura awoke, she was flying miles above the ground. In her surprise, she almost let go of the leash. Her arms were very tired by the time she made it to the top of a mountain. They landed in a castle. All of the interior walls had been smashed out, leaving a pile of rubble strewn with the charred bodies of unlucky adventurers. At the center of the complex, stood the largest dragon Amura had ever seenâ€"had ever heard of. Its scales were black as coal and if it was standing, she guessed that it would be over twenty feet tall. When she landed, it rose from its bed, standing to its full height. Amura realized that she had been wrong about its size. The dragon was at least thirty-two feet tall. The dragon spoke in its reptilian dialect, "why have you brought a human with you". The smaller dragon just shied into the corner. The red dragon reached over toward the wall and picked up a huge sword. Amura covered her eyes when she saw the blade rushing toward her. Seconds later, it crashed next to her head. The dragon stopped for a moment, curious "it is a very strange looking human though. I've never seen one covered in fur". The dragon leaned closer to Amura, "what is your name, human". Amura kept her mouth shut and feigned ignorance. "Are you deaf", he asked, leering at her. She continued to keep her silence. He went on, speaking in English this time, "I am Brimstone, and you will be allowed to live because you may prove to be amusing". He pointed to a shackle on the wall "bind yourself, and do it quickly". Once Amura had chained her ankle to the wall, the dragon lay down and went to sleep. Amura hoped that Chenoa and Neko would find her fast. Alone, she had no chance of taking offensive action against the beast. After three days, Amura was beginning to get very thirsty. She finally let her problem be known. "Could I have some water", she asked. "No" the dragon replied, "I hate the stuff". Amura hoped that she might at least get some food "then can I have something to eat". The dragon looked at her, annoyed "I do not need to eat, therefore you will receive no food. I survive by absorbing the magic around me; I suggest you learn to do the same". Amura sat down, seriously disturbed. The ability to live without food was beyond her current abilities. The chain hooked to her ankle was long enough for her to walk across the room though. An idea came to mind. Amura walked toward the dragon and gave him her most innocent look "I am skilled in the art of pleasure. You said you might find me amusing. Would you like to play with me"? Brimstone suddenly became interested. As he stood up, his penis began to slide from a hidden sheath. Amura ran her fingers across the tip causing him to become fully erect. She was amazed by his size, his penis measured seven feet long. The shaft tapered from over a foot thick at the base to an inch at the tip. When she stroked him, he groaned. She avoided using magic while pleasuring him; she didn't want him to know her full abilities. Amura wrapped her hands around his crimson shaft, starting at the base and slowly working her way toward the tip. When she reached the head of his cock, she took it into her mouth. While she sucked his cock, she noted that it was very warm, well over one-hundred degrees. Brimstone responded to her work with encouraging words, "Yes, good job pet, just a little more". Amura felt his cock bucking in her hands; he was going to come very soon. When he began to spurt into her mouth, Amura drank the cum as fast as she could. The fluid that filled her mouth was painfully hot, but she continued to swallow it hoping to sate her appetite. When he had finished, she hungrily licked up all of the remaining cum from his cock. She found it very interesting to note that his semen wasn't white. Instead, it was yellowish orange, the same color as flame. Once he was satisfied, he went back to sleep. Amura spent her time wandering the complex. The chain wasn't long enough for her to reach the door, but she knew that she could get it off if a chance of escape presented itself. Amura was resting when something warm and wet wrapped around her bosom. Her eyes snapped open to reveal that the dragon was licking her. "I require pleasure pet", he said while tasting her. Amura composed herself, "yes, I would be happy to play". Amura walked over and touched his dick as it slid from the sheath. Brimstone sat on his haunches. "No pet, I have other plans". He reached down and scooped her up. While holding her by the sides, he began lowering her toward his pulsing member. When Amura saw the size of him, she became worried. "Wait a minute; I'm not so sure about this"! "Oh I am". Amura thought fast and began to cast a transformation spell. She began to change the shape of her womb, conforming it to the dragon's size. In the next moment, Brimstone penetrated her. He pressed hard on her shoulders, sinking his penis deep into her. Amura was flooded with sensations that were completely new to her. She felt his shaft go past her navel. It continued traveling upward until he bottomed out against her ribs. He began mating with her, taking her breath away with every inward thrust. She knew that doing such a major transformation impulsively was dangerous, but it was better than being torn apart. As the dragon pounded up into her, Amura began to feel an incredible power flow through her body. Even in her weakened state, she was absorbing his magical abilities. She began to focus on mating along with him. Her legs were dangling in the air, so she knew she wouldn't be able to match his thrusts, but she was still able to use the muscles in her vagina. She caressed his shaft with her legs and squeezed it with her pussie. She assumed that the better his orgasm was the more power she would be able to take. When her orgasm hit her, Amura roared. The room was bathed in blue light mixed with the orange fire that the dragon let blaze from his mouth as he ejaculated into her. Along with his fluids, came a wave of magical energy. Amura took the energy into herself. When she opened her eyes, flickers of flame danced in them. The dragon had not known about her power and he suddenly felt weak. Exhausted, he fell down on all fours, letting Amura's body hang on his still erect shaft. When his penis shrank sufficiently, Amura fell to the ground, her body exerted to the point of helplessness. Though she was too tired to move, she felt a great magical power growing in her. Before she closed her eyes to sleep, she thought to herself that maybe she would actually get out of this alive. The next day, he wanted Amura's attention again. He had Amura give him a hand job first. Once he had regained his erection, he picked up the cum-soaked kitten and began pounding his cock into her. Amura was still hungry, but she came up with a plan for getting another snack. She cast a simple teleportation spell that would cause his cum to appear in her mouth when he orgasmed. It wasn't a spell that they had taught her at the magic school, but rather something she had learned from the books in her carriage. She only wished she could hold the dragon's orgasm off longer so that she could get more of his power. The dragon continued to hump her. He was surprised by how long she had lasted. His previous pets had never survived the first mating. Brimstone's body tensed as he felt his climax nearing. Amura was very happy when she got her mouthful of dragon cum, even though a good bit of it leaked free and soaked her furry breast. When he was done, the dragon went back to sleep. *How much can that thing sleep, he puts lions to shame*. Amura sat down and tried to clean her fur. It was hopeless, she would need a bath if she ever hoped to get days of dragon cum out of her fur. She wasn't happy that her fur was more orange than blue. Finally, she convinced him to let her get clean. He grabbed the chain on her foot, and pulled it out of the wall. After wrapping it around his taloned hand, he pulled on the chain again, lifting her off the ground. He raised her over the wall of the castle and dropped her in a mountain stream that ran next to the wall. When Amura fell into the water, she realized something. It was incredibly cold outside. The edge of the stream was frozen, and the ground was covered in snow. Apparently, the dragon was generating so much heat that the castle was nice and cozy. Amura swam around and washed her fur. She couldn't go far because of the chain, *at least he gave me plenty of time to get clean... Too much time.* She realized that something was wrong when she began to shiver uncontrollably. Her fur was so wet that it was no longer insulating her body. The moisture slowly began to saturate the protective downy layer of her fur, soaking it to the point that she wouldn't be able to shake the water off even if she got out of the river. The dragon was holding one end of the chain that went through a hole in the roof then down the wall and finally to the shackle on Amura's ankle. The water went flush with the wall, and Amura didn't have enough slack to reach the opposite bank. Amura tried to scale the wall but her fingers were so numb that she fell back unto the river. Desperately she pulled on the chain and tried to call for the dragon to get her. Nevertheless, she knew that the dragon couldn't hear her; she was shivering so badly that her voice was little more than a whimper. Amura was fast loosing feeling all over her body as she stood chest deep in the frozen water. She didn't like the thought of freezing to death chained up nude in a river. As the cold slowed down her body, she began to think more clearly. She simply needed to freeze the water. She concentrated on the spell. Slowly the water around her began to freeze. She was careful not to be caught in the ice. When she had made a big enough piece of ice, she climbed on it. She braced her feet against the ice pushing her end down into the water, and bringing the other end to the top of the wall. Once her ramp was complete, Amura lay down and used her claws to climb up the slope. When Brimstone heard, the ice hit the side of the castle he awoke. Looking over the wall, he saw Amura climbing from the water. He reached down and picked her up. To his surprise, she was shaking violently. "Quit struggling or I'll drop you", Brimstone commanded her. "I-I c-c-can't s-st-stop", Amura looking defiantly at him. The dragon gave her a displeased look. "Why"? "I"m-m c-co-cold" Amura stuttered. Brimstone placed her on the ground, "Blasted humans always complaining about how cold they are". Amura was desperately in need of warmth. There was no way she would dry out in time for the roo

m to heat her up. Her body temperature normally ranged from ninety-eight to one hundred and four degrees. Her current body temperature was more like seventy degrees. She needed some way to heat up from the inside out, and she knew just how to do it. She crawled to the dragon and managed to say through chattering teeth, "play". It was like a magic word for Brimstone. He instantly felt himself becoming erect. He stood over her, but when she refrained from licking his cock; he decided his pet wanted to be fucked instead. She was being rebellious, but that only made him more excited. When he pushed himself into her, he got a tremendous shock. It felt like he had slid his cock into a piece of ice. The strange new feeling only enhanced his pleasure. Soon he was fucking her like never before. The feel of her soft wet fur, cool against his body, was incredible. Her supple body accepted his cock without resistance. He decided that this was how they would mate from now on. His shaft had been cooled by her body, and he could feel his hot seed rushing up the length of it as his orgasm came. Amura was just to the point where she could feel his shaft sliding in her when he flooded her with life-giving warmth. It was so hot that it burned, but she was so cold that she would have been happy if it were lava. Brimstone was so turned on by the new feeling that he didn't stop; he continued to thrust into her building his second orgasm. Amura was warm again and she was enjoying their mating, when she realized how to suspend his orgasm. Just as she felt his orgasm beginning to reach its peak, she transformed into her succubus form, effectively holding him on the brink of release. Amura took great pleasure in keeping him doing as he liked with her, while she was free to let her juices flow with wave after wave of orgasm. In her current state, her magical power was very strong while his was weakened. She took advantage of this by casting an illusion spell that made him believe she was still in her Catrai form. She was gaining so much power from the dragon that she felt she would be able to stay in her succubus form indefinitely. Brimstone felt his release was near but he couldn't quite obtain it. Holding him at the peak of orgasm caused something to happen, something that only dragons had ever been able to do to him. He reached a state of complete arousal. Amura squealed when his penis became noticeably larger within her. Even more surprising was the sight of his balls. She had never seen them before and she watched, mesmerized as they slid out of his sheath with the rest of his cock. Brimstone was surprised to feel his balls slide from their confines. His testicles only became revealed when they were overheated. Until this day, that had only happened while mating with other dragons. He was pleased and very surprised that she had been able to bring him to this level of pleasure. His thoughts were soon overcome by animalistic lust as he fucked her as if she was one of his own kind. As his thrusts became more powerful, Amura felt him sliding more and more of himself into her. Soon he was so deep into her that Amura was able to stand on top of his balls as they swung back and forth. She admired the size of his balls. Amura had always wondered how he was able to splash so much semen onto her body. Amura muttered to herself "no wonder he can cum so much, he has an entire warehouse of the stuff". Ten hours later Amura gave in, completely worn out by her own orgasms. Brimstone felt the semen begin to flow into Amura, and he roared in triumph. Amura was suspended in the air by his cock alone. He came hard emptying his balls and spilling over ten gallons of semen into the tigress's cunt. There was so much excess, that cum was pouring from Amura's mouth and out of her pussie. When she awoke, the dragon commanded Amura to take another bath. Amura was happy to have the chance to clean her fur after the previous night's adventures. Amura flinched when her toes touched the frigid water, but once she immersed herself, it was somewhat refreshing. Amura used her tongue and hands to remove every bit of debris from her fur. She spread her legs to clean her thigh, and got an invigorating surprise. The frigid water and several bits of ice flowed into her pussie stimulating her delicate interior of her sex. Amura was bent over with her head at the same level as her hips. Stunned she stopped for a moment; her breath caught in her throat and her tail was swishing through the water uncontrollably. She leaned inward, and ran her tongue across the lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sweet taste of her sex. Her tongue probed deeper tantalizing the folds of her vulva. Her taste buds came alive with the exquisite flavor of her natural oils, as they dripped into her mouth. She probed around finding places where even the dragon had not been able to please her. Her licking and moaning had obtained the attention of some nearby deer, but she didn't care if the whole forest wanted to watch her perform, she simply needed to release a desire inside of her that had been locked up for too long. The dragon came over to see if her bath was finished, only to feel himself become aroused at the sight of her. His view of her from behind was incredible. She stood in the middle of the stream with her legs spread and her tail held high, but the most exciting thing was where her head was. She had her lips planted on her pussie and was licking herself in desperate need of release. She delicately stroked her clit with the tip of her tongue, and smiled ferociously as shivers went down her spine. Brimstone closed his eyes inhaling her scent as he licked his cock. Amura felt a little naughty as she used her fangs to bite down lightly on the lips of her pussie. Her rough tongue slid across her inner self, pleasing her body in unspeakable ways. She wondered how it would feel if she was in human form using her smooth tongue to lick herself. Without even casting the spell, but rather by thinking about what form she wanted, she transformed into her human form. Her eyes snapped open when she no longer felt fur on her lips, but instead smooth warm skin. Brimstone didn't see her change, because his eyes were still shut, but he was nearing his zenith. Amura was a little shocked and she began to wonder how much her powers had grown last night. She didn't have long to think about it because the water instantly drained the warmth from her bare flesh. By the time she transformed back to normal, she was shivering. Amura turned around to tell Brimstone that she wanted to get out of the river, but to her surprise, she was hit with a hot stream of semen. Once he had finished splashing the tigress with cum, Brimstone lifted her up and impaled her on his throbbing cock. While he mated with her, he spread his wings and soared into the sky. While they flew, the breeze blowing past them, Amura changed to her succubus form, this time without using a spell. By transforming right as semen began pumping through his shaft, she found she could hold his pleasure for a longer period. While they flew, his thrusts came in time with the beat of his wings. By nightfall, she still had him going so he landed to keep his energy up. They landed in a meadow, near some dense woods. The woodland creatures watched as they performed their carnal act out in the open. Amura in particular felt very exposed as her nude body hung from his cock. Brimstone whispered in her ear as he fucked her, "We are going to meet a friend of mine. I hope you will have enough energy left to keep him happy". They remained in the field until they were done mating. Once they were done, they rested in the field for a while. Amura was soaked in dragon cum again, but she was too tired to care. When his energy was restored, Brimstone held Amura in his hand and continued with their journey. Amura wasn't happy when she realized that the mountain they were headed for seemed to be volcanically active. They swooped over the edge and landed on the inside of the volcano. The dragon inside of this new lair was over twice the size of Brimstone. Not only was he gigantic, but also he had two heads and four wings. There were a pair of dragonesses in front of him, and he was apparently mating with one while the other waited her turn. Brimstone landed and walked over to the dragons. Amura's lungs burned from the heat. Luckily, there wasn't much smoke. She noticed something that was even more frightening than all four dragons; they were standing in molten lava. She didn't even want to think about what would happen if she fell down there. Brimstone explained to the dragon that he had some business to attend to. He wanted the dragon to look after Amura while he was gone. After agreeing, he handed Amura to the dragon, and then Brimstone flew away. While the dragon examined Amura, he pulled out of his mate. It was only then that Amura realized he had been mating both of them at the same time. He had two cocks, which appeared to be coming out of the same sheath. He only had a single pair of balls, but they were twice the size of Brimstone's. "So, Brimstone says you know how to please a dragon". "Yes" Amura replied, remembering her role. "Well, we'll just have to see about that won't we", he sneered. In a fluid movement, he slid Amura onto one of his shafts. It took a moment to get used to the shape of his cock, because it differed from Brimstone's, but at least this dragon had a slightly smaller shaft. It wasn't long before he got a rhythm going; soon Amura was being pounded for all she was worth. Small flecks of magma were splashing up and scorching her fur, but they never actually burned her. The dragonesses watched with rapt attention while his huge cock disappeared into her small body. Soon, overcome by lust, they were stroking each other's breasts. The dragon pumped his furry little toy, while his other cock stood at attention ready for a sweet pussie of its own. Amura decided not to change to succubus form, because she feared she wouldn't be able to charm all three dragons. One of the dragonesses came over and took his cock in her mouth. He let her suck, but told her not to finish him because he wanted to test out his new toy. Meanwhile, the other dragoness tasted Amura. She slid her long reptilian tongue up and down Amura's body. The tigress purred as her nipples were fingered by the dragoness. The dragoness presses her breasts to Amura's. She was surprised to find that the scales on the dragoness were very soft, almost like feathers. Milk was beginning to dribble from Amura's nipples as she wantonly licked both of their breasts. As the dragon neared his zenith, the power of his thrusts increased. Soon magma was splashing everywhere. Just as he ejaculated into her body, Amura was splashed by the lava. To her surprise it didn't burn. I was more like warm water. She surmised that she had somehow acquired fire resistance from the dragon. The dragoness got a surprise when semen appeared in Amura's mouth, due to her little cum teleportation trick. She leaned forward and they shared a dragon-cum kiss. Amura took a moment to get her breath as he pulled her off his shaft. She didn't get any rest though, because he immediately rammed her onto his other dick. She gasped, orange semen draining from her body as he lined up his thrusts. He slowly thrust into Amura, while he licked his other cock into its sheath. The dragonesses were busy licking each other clean. While he mated with her, Amura found that this cock was slightly bigger and there were more ribs on it. She bounced on his penis, rather powerless to fight back in any way. Not that she wanted to resist, she was enjoying her chance to get a truly good fucking. She concentrated on the sensations, trying to draw as much of his power as possible. He leaned both of his heads down and began licking her breasts, one breast with the left tongue one with the other. His tongues were tantalizing her and his speed was increasing. A jaw clamped down on her left shoulder then another on her right shoulder. Amura knew he was getting close, so she strove to release her orgasm in time with his. He held the cat tightly in his jaws, thrusting with great enthusiasm; it would only be a matter of time now. She felt her body spasm as her cunt squeezed him, her orgasm was on the verge of release, and it only needed a little more to set it off. When her pussie contracted on his cock, he came hard giving her everything he had. "AAAAaaaaahhhhhh yes, give it to me", she screamed when her orgasm overwhelmed her. She was so high on pleasure at this point that she never wanted to come down. He pumped hard, keeping Amura on her zenith for a good while longer. When his orgasm mellowed, he stood there in shock for a moment. He had never known any human that was capable of such pleasure. The only being that he knew was the dark one, and she wasn't exactly human. The dragon needed to rest, so he sat her on a rock and lay in the lava to sleep. Amura sat on the rock and bemoaned her fur. She was orange again, this time even her hair was orange. After a thorough look, she found that no part of her had escaped unscathed; she was orange from head to foot. She was so sticky that she felt like she had jumped into a barrel of molasses. Desolate, she laid her head down to sleep. The dragonesses had other ideas though. The dragon hadn't finished with them when Amura arrived; therefore, they were still in desperate need of relief. She saw the lust in their eyes as they begged her to play with them. Amura agreed and they lay together on the side of the lava flow. She licked one of the dragonesses, with her rough tongue. The dragoness's vagina was so large that Amura was able to put both hands inside. After some massaging and searching, Amura found the dragoness's clitoris. Amura had never seen a clit so big in her entire life; it was about eight inches long and the shape of a dog's penis. Amura licked it causing the dragoness to moan. Soon Amura was sucking it like a cock, and then an idea came to mind. Amura released the dragoness from her mouth, letting a trail of saliva run down her clit. Lesbian lust on her mind, Amura scooted forward and pressed the clit against her vulva. Amura impaled herself on it. When the dragon flesh entered her, Amura was surprised at how silky soft it was. Wrapped in carnal pleasure, they began to mate. The dragoness and the tigress moved in unison fulfilling each other's carnal needs. Amura drove the most intimate part of the dragoness's sex into herself. She was amazed by how wonderful each thrust felt. While she drove her pussie onto the clit, Amura use her hands tongue and tail to probe into the dragoness's vagina. Wanting some of the action, the other dragoness pressed her crotch to Amura's face. Using only her head, Amura probed inside the dragoness. She was rewarded with a warm clit that she immediately began to suck. The dragonesses humped their hips, satisfying Amura from both ends. Amura slid her arms into one dragoness and her legs into the other. They used Amura like a double-ended dildo as they pleasured each other. Amura arched her back, pressing herself down with each in stroke. Her orgasm was so near that she could literally taste it. The transfer spell was still in effect, and the juices from her pussie were draining into her mouth. She felt a tingle rushing through her inner thighs, the clit rubbed her own, making her eyes roll back. With a gasp, she tensed up and her pussie contracted on the clit, soon an orgasm overwhelmed her. Wrapped in her own bliss, Amura let them use her to pleasure themselves. Their breasts touching, the dragonesses began to orgasm on their tigress dildo. Amura was brought out of her reprieve by a very unexpected occurrence; the dragonesses' clits were ejaculatory. A wave of feminine cum overflowed Amura's mouth. Amura purred as the delicious fluid washed over her tongue. After drinking her fill, she curled up to sleep in the folds of the dragonesses' pussies. When she awoke the next morning, Amura mischievously began licking the dragonesses. It wasn't long before all three of them were awake and ready for some fun. Amura laid her body across the dragoness's feathery scales, and began to sensuously slide more and more of the dragoness's clit into her pussie. Hearing the noise, the dragon awoke. The other dragoness moved on top of the two females and penetrated Amura with her clit as well. Amura reveled in the feeling as both of the dragoness's clits moved within her body. The mere sight of what they were doing was enough to get the dragon aroused. He decided to take the opportunity to join in on the sensuous display. He lined up his cocks and simultaneously penetrated both of the dragonesses. When he began to thrust into the dragonesses, their clits were pounded deep into Amura. Amura arched her back and spread her legs wide, trying to allow as much access as possible. The feelings rushing through her body were intense; she clenched her hands, digging her claws into the dragoness's scales. While they were mating, Amura saw a dark form in the corner of her eye. Her curiosity got the better of her so she turned her head to look. There was a Catrai standing by the wall, her fur was such a pure black that it seemed to absorb all of the light around her. The only color that Amura could discern was the red gleam in her eyes and her dark red lips. Standing at her feet was a black panther who had fur just as dark as hers. His eyes also had a red hue, but Amura focused most of her attention on his crimson cock, which stood up rigid and free from the confines of its sheath. Amura wondered why he was erect, but then she realized what she and the dragons were doing. The dragon took note that the dark one had arrived, but he continued mating his dragonesses while he talked to her. "Samantha, what do you need?" "I am looking for a trio of girls who have stolen something of mine. "What did they steal?" "They took my pet, Xenosmilus" she replied viciously. "I have descriptions of all three girls," Amura became worried; this person was looking for her. She was far too worn out to put up any sort of fight. Amura just hoped that the woman would leave before the dragons were done. Because if she didn't leave, she would probably recognize Amura instantly. "My apprentice was taking care of my pet at the time, she has been properly punished for loosing Xenosmilus. Before she died, she gave me a description of the thieves. One is human with light brown hair, catlike ears, and a tail. The second is a Kanin with white fur, and black hair, feet, and hands. The third is a Catrai with vivid blue fur. If you find any of them, take them to me alive". By the end of her explanation, the dragon was near his limit. "If I see them I'll deal with it", the dragon replied, "Will you be staying for the night". "No, I'll leave once you're done" She leaned over and licked the panther's cock. Amura thought that maybe she could wait it out if she kept the dragons from reaching orgasm just yet. Her body was well hidden, so Amura transformed into her succubus form. After about twenty minutes she felt her power waning, it was too much effort to hold this form while keeping all three dragons from orgasming. The dark one had finished sucking off the panther and now she was mating with him. Having sex while watching dragons fuck, was one of her little vices. The only thing she liked more was being the one the dragon was mating. Amura's power finally faded and she returned to her normal form. The dragonesses put their tongues in Amura's mouth touching every part of her body inside and out. She was instantly overwhelmed with the simultaneous ejaculations of both dragonesses into her pussie. The dragon felt semen rushing through his shaft as he gave one final thrust, sinking his cock deep into the dragonesses. While Amura lay there letting the sensations flood her body, dragon cum began to pour from the dragonesses' pussies and rain on her back. The wave of magical energy that she absorbed from the dragons renewed Amura's strength. The dark one licked her lips as she watched the dragon's cocks slide from his mates. She cast a small spell that caused the panther to ejaculate in her while she stared at the dragon's dripping member. Amura slid free from the dragonesses and desperately looked for a way out of the volcano. She scanned the northern rim to no avail. She turned around to check the southern rim, only to be met face to face with the dark Catrai. Amura jumped a foot into the air only to fall on the ground helpless as the Catrai cast a charm on her. "Where did this tigress come from". "She belongs to Brimstone". "She looks positively delicious," the Catrai said as she advanced on Amura "I really must have a taste". Amura suddenly felt a need to spread her legs, giving the Catrai full access to her. The Catrai got on all fours and lowered her head between Amura's legs. She drew her tongue across Amura's clit slowly, sensuously. Whenshe gone across all of Amura's sex, she closed her eyes savoring the taste, the tip of her tongue slowly tracing her red tinted upper lip. They were so close that Amura could feel the Catrai's body heat. Amura shivered in expectation when the Catrai's breasts grazed her inner thigh. The dark one stood up, "what a delicious treat, it's been too long since I've tasted another Catrai... Tell Brimstone that I plan to buy this tigress from him the next time I see him. For now though, I must leave, it is very important that I find those fugitives". That said; she and the panther disappeared into the shadows. When Samantha disappeared, Amura felt normal again. Instead of wanting to be near the Catrai, she was suddenly very afraid. That charm she had been hit with had not only made her helpless physically, somehow she had been unable to even imaging resisting the spell. She realized that she would have done whatever the Catrai had wanted, without question. She was very lucky that her fur had been stained orange, there was no telling what would have happened if she had been recognized. The dragons went back to sleep while Amura thought about what had ensued.\*\* The next day Amura was lying in a state of troubled sleep when a thunderous crash caused her to awake. Brimstone had returned and he was angry. He scooped up Amura and hurriedly told the black dragon that some adventurers were headed to his castle. They would be there in a matter of days, and he needed to be there in case they tried to rob the place. The black dragon asked if he needed help. Brimstone denied his offer. "There are onlyt two girls and one armored warrior. I will enjoy dealing with them." While they flew back to the castle, Amura looked down to the road and saw a glimpse of a black horse with a fiery mane. *Ember*. Her friends would be here soon; she needed a plan. If she could wear the dragon out, they might have a chance. When they landed, she told the dragon she would like a bath. He was tired from the trip and nearly told her that it could wait, but he noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes and realized that she wanted more than a bath. He felt himself go hard; the adventurers probably wouldn't arrive for three days; he could afford to play with his pet for one night. He put her in the river and watched her wash sensuous curves. Her wet blue fur shone in the moonlight as she washed her body. While she washed, Amura played with her pussie. It was very invigorating to have the water wash her inside and out. Her pleasure was rising to the point of no return. Just as her orgasm began to bloom, she concentrated on holding it there as if she was in succubus form. It worked; she just hoped it would work on the dragon. Transforming into succubus form would drain her too much, but if she could hold the dragon's orgasm while in Catrai form, she would gain enough power from him to keep it up indefinitely. She let her orgasm flow not wanting to waste any power, even though she would have truly enjoyed waiting a little longer. The dragon picked up his frozen blue tigress and lowered her to his pulsing member. Amura yelped when the dragon's flaming hot penis touched her cold pussie. He only managed to sink about ten inches of himself into her. When Amura realized that her transformation spell had worn out, she quickly recast it. His next thrust went deep into her deep enough that she was able to place her feet on his balls. He pulled his length out and drove it back in, Amura growled ferociously. As his shaft became more moistened, he began to pick up the pace. It wasn't long before Amura realized that she would need to cast the spell to keep him from releasing into her. She concentrated on the spell, letting everything else fade from her mind. She was so focused that she didn't even break her chant when she orgasmed. It took an incredible amount of willpower to ignore the pleasure rushing through her body, but she realized how important it was that she avoided any distractions. When she reached her second orgasm without any sign that the dragon was getting close, she knew that the charm was working. For forty more hours, Brimstone rode the tigress. Her constant orgasms had soaked his cock and the excess fluid was making a puddle on the floor. He was close to his limit and he didn't even realize how much time had passed as he strove to pour his semen into the tigress. They were both to the point of absolute physical exhaustion. Amura almost lost control of him as precum drizzled from his cock and soothed her overworked pussie. The dragon was being driven mad with lust; he wouldn't have been able to stop riding the tigress even if he had wanted to. Instinct had taken over and he was just fulfilling his cravings. Amura as well had been overcome by her instinctual urge to mate. She was roaring and screaming, saliva dripping from her fangs as she drank the milk from her own breasts. Meanwhile her hands were busy pleasuring the most sensitive parts of her body. Even though her body was writhing in animalistic passion, her mind was clear. Sustaining an amount of willpower of which she never thought herself capable, Amura concentrated on the spell. For many more hours, she played this losing battle of the mind, but she strove on, knowing that her friends' lives hung in the balance. About twenty hours later, the dragon finally broke her focus. Amura only let her mind wander for a moment when she felt his tongue slide across her breasts. In the next instant, she felt his semen rush into her body. Gallon after gallon filled her mouth until she couldn't keep the transportation spell going and semen began to fill her pussie. The dragon leaned back letting his cock support her body as he used every available fragment of his energy to pump his seed into the tigress. With every burst, he propelled her up his cock filling her pussie. By the time he finished, there was only a foot of his shaft in her body. His body spent, the dragon fell to the ground. Amura absorbed so much magical energy that she was also rendered unconscious. She just prayed that Chenoa and Neko would arrive in time. 8 ---------- Neko To The Rescue Chenoa felt helpless as she saw her friend slam into a tree then disappear over the edge of the cliff. She fell to her knees in shock. Then to her amazement, she saw the dragon flying through the air with Amura hanging below, still holding onto the rope. The dragon flew up the side of the mountain and landed on a structure at the top. Getting to the dragon this time around would be much tougher; it was about fifteen miles up a steep slope on very rough terrain. Chenoa looked to her companion "We need to help Amura". Neko just bowed her head in acknowledgment, the servant on the other hand decided to stay put. Neko looked to Chenoa "Maybe the wizard can help us". Chenoa shook her head, "No there isn't time to go back to town". Neko wasn't convinced. Chenoa mulled it over in her head for a moment, "OK Neko you go get help, I'll meet you at the top of the mountain". Neko took the servant with her and headed to town as fast as she could. She reached the wizard by noon the next day. After hearing that Amura had been taken to a castle on the mountain, he flat out refused to go rescue her. Finally, Neko left the carriage with him and headed into town in search of help. Everybody turned her down the second they found out where she was going. Finally, someone gave her a glimmer of hope. She was told that there was a guild not far from town, where she might be able to hire somebody. Neko got on Ember and rode to the guild as quickly as she could. It was a long trip. Neko rode until nightfall but she decided to set camp because she had a long way to go and Ember was exhausted. Neko set up a fire and melted some snow in a pot so that Ember and she could get something to drink. After she had eaten, Neko was too worked up to sleep so she proceeded to brush Ember's main. As she started brushing down his back, she noticed something, he had become erect. She ignored the tingling between her legs at first, but as his member became hard and throbbed against his belly, her refrain wavered. She nervously looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was around. Being part cat, she had excellent night vision, and she spied no intruders. Still a little nervous, she kneeled down beside Ember. She had never done anything with a creature so large and she worried that she might be injured, but concern couldn't drive the need from her body. She took a good look at Ember's cock as it pulsed against his underside. She wondered what it would feel like to have something like that inside of her, though she didn't dare try such a thing. She reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around the head of his member. She was surprised by the warmth and strength of it. Her keen nose picked up the pheromones in the air, which only heightened her arousal. Hands shaking, she untied the sash on her robe. The robe fell to the ground, uncovering her nude form. Neko felt a chill as the cold wind drew heat from her skin, her nipples stood taunt, and sensitive to the air flowing over them. She led Ember closer to the fire and basked in its warmth. The white snow flickered with an orange from the fire. In the glow, Ember's Mane and tail looked like they actually were aflame. She touched her finger to the wetness at the tip of his huge member, then brought her finger to her mouth and tasted it. The salty pre-cum made her mouth water. Smiling ferally, she brought her moistened finger to her pussie and gently rubbed her clit. Her eyes rolled back as she nearly orgasmed right then. She was purring now as she crawled beneath Ember and cradled his huge testicles in her small hands. She leaned forward and licked his balls. She then licked her way up the base of his shaft, following the ridges of his furred sheath. Her tail swished back and forth sending wisps of snow into the air. Neko felt Ember throb in her hands when her rough tongue grazed his warm penis. Neko marveled at his equipment as she caressed him. Though he had basically the same body as a horse, his genitalia was shaped like that of a cat. Neko smiled as she thought how any lion would envy the size of Embers cock. Though it was shaped like that of a cat, he had all the enormity of a horse. It was an incredible feeling to have his rod pulse under her grip. Neko pressed his massive balls to her breasts as she continued to lick his heavily veined shaft. While she rubbed her breasts with his balls, she felt that tingle of need within her, burst into flaming desire. She moved further up and slid her breast against his powerful rod as she arched her back to lick around the head of his cock. She licked up the sticky precum dripping from his shaft, and knew he was close to his limit. Her finger found the lips of her pussie as she tried to satisfy a need of her own. Neko mewled excitedly when Ember's balls jerked in her hands and semen began to pump through his shaft. She held onto his cock as he reared up onto his hind legs, his dick standing up at an angle. Neko eagerly pumped his cock as burst after burst came forth. Ember's semen rained down on Neko's skin. When he had finished, Neko was streaked white. When Ember fell back on all fours, Neko toppled backwards to land in the snow. Laying on her back in the snow, Neko's cum streaked hands found her sex. The cum still dripping from Ember's cock, drizzled on her leg and melted the snow around her calf. Neko arched her back thrusting her breast upward as her orgasm bloomed. Her hips swayed against her fingers driving her to her peak. The only sound heard in the dark was her sensuous purring. When the vivid feelings began to mellow across her body she felt to her side. Neko lay curled next to the fire, gasping, and her hair splayed out on the snow. Neko licked her body clean while she tried to catch her breath. As her breathing slowed, Neko's eyes felt heavy and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.\*\* They traveled for the rest of the next day but at least it was in the direction of the mountain. She reached the guild well past midnight. Neko pulled the hood of her cloak up over her ears and entered the building. There was a man at a desk, who seemed to be in charge. Neko tiredly walked over to him. The man looked up rather surprised that anybody would come at such a late hour. He cleared his throat, "can I help you". Neko nervously chewed her lip "do you know of the castle on top of that big mountain north of here". He nodded in agreement. "A dragon abducted my friend and took her there. I need someone to help me rescue her. I would be wil...." She was cut off in mid-sentence, as the man stood up. "Nobody here is stupid enough to go to that castle. The dragon up there has killed better men than me, and he would be only too happy to make a snack out of you". Neko felt tears welling up in her eyes "but it's only a little dragon". She mewled pitifully. Several of the men in the room started laughing. One called out "Ha, if that's your idea of a little dragon then I surely don't want to meet a big one". Neko began to cry out in desperation. It was hopeless, why would no one help. Her trembling knees finally gave out and she kneeled on the floor sobbing. Moments later a pair of strong arms lifted her and carried her from the room. Through blurred vision, Neko saw that the man was wearing a full set of armor. She was laid on a bed then a deep voice said, "Rest now we will speak of your troubles in the morning". The next day Neko awoke and yawned sleepily as she wondered where she was. She yelped and jumped back in surprise when she noticed that the man from last night was sitting on a trunk by the door, sleeping. He looked up through the faceguard of his helmet "ah you're awake". Neko pulled her hood tighter to make sure her ears weren't showing. The man stood up and stretched. "Now what is all this talk of dragons. Surely you haven't angered one". Neko told him the story of finding the little dragon, and explained why they needed to rescue Amura. Without a moment's pause he agreed, "Okay, we head out in one hour". Neko stammered for a moment, "but I have no way to pay you". He chuckled "I require no payment. The reason I'm at this lousy excuse for a guild is that I ran into some trouble with a wizard. I was expelled from my country and lost my knighthood to boot. So, I'm on more of a mission of redemption than anything else". On their way out, he stopped to talk to the man at the counter. "I need a map and enough dried beef for a two week journey". The clerk halted when he noticed Neko standing there, "wait a minute you're not going slay her dragon are you. You're not from around these parts, that thing came into town once, you have no idea how big it is, nor how dangerous". Neko's friend stood up straight and pointed to the imperial crest on his breastplate "I am Sir Shane of the imperial order. I have personally killed three dragons, two of which mind you, were far larger and more dangerous that the one that lives on your hill and makes you cower in fear. Do not begin to think I won't be able to handle the situation". The entire room went quiet and everyone looked at him in amazement. People began whispering, "He said that he killed a dragon bigger than old brimstone". "Yeah, well I'll believe him if he comes back alive". The clerk handed Shane his supplies, "here you go. You seem brave and all, but I don't believe in charging a man for supplies that will help bring him his death, so these are on the house. I do hope you can really deal with that monster, it would be a load off my mind". As they left the building Neko heard someone say "that's a real shame, all that courage and it's about to be turned to ash". Shane mounted his horse and Neko followed him on Ember. Shane studied the map and remarked, "There is a road that leads up the mountain and it appears to be traversable by horse, but we will have to ride all the way to the western slope". They spent the first few days talking while they rode northwest. While riding through some thick woods, they came upon a stream draining from a pool of water, which sat a little further in the woods. It was getting late so they decided it would be a good place to make camp. Once their tents were set up, they walked toward the pool to refill their water-skins. While Neko filled the skins with water, she thought about how good it would feel to take a bath after all these days of riding. She couldn't take a bath while wearing her robe, so she would need to tell Shane about her ears and tail. She walked over to him "um Shane I need to tell you something... I have ears". She realized how stupid it sounded the second it came out of her mouth. Shane sounded rather confused "I was under the assumption that everybody did". Neko decided to just show him. She pulled back her hood to reveal the catlike ears on top of her head, then stared at the ground, blushing and embarrassed. After a moment's silence, she looked at him but she couldn't tell his reaction because his helmet was hiding his face. Shane took a good look at her ears, "how did it happen. Were you hit by a curse"? Neko's thoughts raced. She figured that he was probably going to abandon her here just in case it was catching. She couldn't think of a way to explain that she had looked like this ever since she was born. Finally, she just said, "I wasn't cursed I've always had them". Shane folded his arms "humph, I wish I was so lucky". Neko couldn't figure out what he meant by being lucky, but least he wasn't running away. Her ears perked up, "they really don't bother you". Shane shook his head, "they don't bother me in the least, if fact they look rather cute". Neko disrobed and turned around "and what about my tail". He reached out his hand and stroked her tail "it's soft and beautiful just like you. I think it fits you well". Neko was ecstatic; she turned around and hugged his chest. It wasn't until she let go that she realized she was standing there naked. Suddenly self-conscious she put her hands over her breasts and pulled her tail between her legs to cover her sex. "So, now that you know why I always wore that robe, will you please take your helmet off, it's unnerving to talk to a piece of iron." Shane looked toward her "you take your bath first, and then we'll worry about me". Shane sat on a fallen tree and watched her swim while he mulled over his thoughts. Even after she had finished cleaning up, Neko stayed in the water and played for a while. Shane was lost in his thoughts when he realized that Neko was coming toward him. He chuckled when he saw that she had a fish in her mouth. Purring, she sat next to him to have her snack. "Before I remove my helmet I need to tell you a story". Neko looked at him "oh yeah, I forgot all about that". She snuggled up closer to him while he spoke. 9 ---------- The Fall Of Sir Shane Four Years ago.... Shane sat polishing his armor. He wanted to look his best when he met up with Elvira. Everybody said that she was going out with every knight in the castle but Sir Shane knew better, she was only interested in him. Sadly, he didn't realize that his love was one sided. Elvira was an apprentice to the court wizard. If anyone found out where he was going, he would be in serious trouble, but Sir Shane didn't feel concerned in the least. Elvira's superior was the only person he felt was a threat. There was just something wrong with that guy. "That crazy old wizard would probably turn me into a frog. If he knew, that is." Sir Shane chuckled to himself. He looked down the edge of his razor sharp sword; it was well known throughout the castle that he prided himself on being the best swordsman in the country. He took a couple of swings at thin air, and then smirked. The castle watch announced that it was midnight; he gathered his belongings and headed to the east tower. Elvira told him she had something special planned tonight, he was so excited that he wanted to run to the tower, but he decided to keep a low profile. It wouldn't do to draw too much attention to himself. He met Sir Mitchell at the door to the tower. Sir Mitchell was his most trusted friend. Sir Shane knew that Mitchell would die before telling anyone of Shane's rendezvous with Elvira. He gave his friend a hearty handshake then headed up the stairs. Sir Shane walked up the steps until he reached a hidden passageway in the wall. When he entered the secret room, he saw Elvira laying nude on a bed of roses. He was somewhat surprised, they been having sex off and on for the last month but this was the first time she had been ready from the start. "You're rather brazen tonight". "You have no idea", was all the answer he got. Elvira floated out of the bed and walked toward him. Sir Shane's hair stood on end, he was always unsettled when she used magic but he didn't let it show. She wrapped her arms around him and began unbuckling his armor. "How is my knight?" she asked seductively, pulling the buckles loose on his armor. Sir Shane stood there, at a loss for words. After she removed his steel plates, she let him get rid of his chain mail while she danced using a bedpost for support. He had a hard time removing his chain mail while he watched her. Under his breath, he cursed her, she knew she was irritating him, but again he tried not to let it show. If he showed weakness she would only use it against him, and that was something he didn't need to deal with right now. Elvira began moving her body sensuously; taking great pleasure in the difficulty it was giving him with his armor. She straddled the bedpost, hanging on with one arm while she rubbed her breasts with her other hand. Soon she was licking her breasts and humping the post as her pleasure grew. Sir Shane was finally free from his clothes and he walked over to her. He had acquired a raging hardon just from watching her, and when he kissed her, she took his cock in her hand. Sparks flashed in her eyes as she wrapped him in her spell. He slid his finger over her clit causing her to orgasm. When she reached her zenith, she cast a spell that caused him to orgasm at the same time as her. Elvira bit down on his lower lip as his breath came in hitched gasps and he sprayed semen across her breasts. When he was spent, they fell together on the bed. Sir Shane awoke to a loud noise. He jumped up not realizing that he had no weapon and saw that the court mage had entered their room. The wizard yelled some incoherent things at him. The only part he understood sounded something like, "No one will ever wish to look upon you again. I curse you to become the beast that deep down you really are". Sir Shane didn't like the sound of that one bit, but before he could make up an alibi, he was hit squarely in the chest with a bolt of energy. He though it was going to hurt, but actually a warm tingling sensation went over his skin. Suddenly hair began to grow all over his body. The last thing he saw before he fainted was Elvira's shocked face. When Sir Shane awoke in the dungeon, he realized he was still covered with fur. His hands were different also; they were bigger looking. He touched his face and it felt all wrong. Desperately he flailed about hoping to find something reflective. In the corner of his cell, he found a puddle of muddy water... He stared in shock; he couldn't believe what his eyes perceived. He had been transformed into some sort of Minotaur; his reflection was so grotesque that he wished never to see it again. Nevertheless, the nightmare looked back at him from the water. He kicked dirt into the puddle until it was reduced to mud, but there was no way to close his mind to the images that tormented him in his head. The next day Sir Shane was brought into the court for sentencing. He felt that he was coping fairly well, he hadn't screamed in the last five hours. Six very worried looking guards brought him before the judge. He had once known these men, they would have stood at his side no matter how badly the odds were against them, but now they could barely stand to look him in the eye. For un-knightly conduct concerning the apprentice Elvira, he was to be banished from the city and have his knighthood revoked until such time that he could prove that he deserved to return. For interfering with the wizard upon his arrival at the tower, Sir Mitchell was to be charged thirty thousand Imperial Dollars. When the judge's hammer came down, the sharp clang reverberated throughout Shane's mind. For days, the sound would echo in his head. To Shane it was the sound of life as he had known it, ending. Shane was escorted to the outside of the city, where he sat for the rest of the day. He had no belongings other than the leather prisoners' pants that they had made him wear. He truly had no will to go on. Shane wondered if he could sneak into the city and retrieve his armor, but on second thought, that would never work now that he was changed, his armor would be too small to fit him. He wondered if some proud knight like he had been, would mistake him for a real Minotaur and try to slay him. Deep down Shane almost hoped such a thing would happen. His whole life, he had wanted to do nothing but become a knight. As it stood now, life had lost meaning. The next day the guards made him stand farther from the road because travelers were afraid that a monster lived outside the castle. Shane thought to himself that they weren't far from the truth. That night, Sir Mitchell came up to him carrying a trunk and leading a horse. Shane looked at him "I heard that our wizard messed you up pretty good while you were guarding the tower". Sir Mitchell smiled "Yeah I'll admit that he got the upper hand, but I got my revenge". Shane looked at him "How?" Mitchell leaned close so nobody might hear, "you remember that ridiculous fine they pinned on me?" "Uh huh" he answered. "Well, I hocked some of the old fool's stuff to pay it off. He suspected me so he tried to turn me into an ugly bloke like he did to you. Unfortunately for him, he did it in the middle of the courtyard, so he was j

ailed up and Elvira was promoted to court Witch. Luckily for me, my armor deflected the spell. Everyone thinks it was vaporized because it disappeared for a while. I figured I would give it to you while they made me a new set. You can have the horse too". Shane thanked him and tried the armor on. Sir Mitchell was bigger than he, but the armor still fit very tight. He tried to get the Gauntlets onto his hands, but he soon realized that it was never going to happen. Giving up on the gauntlets, he put the helmet on and Sir Mitchell nodded in approval. "There now nobody will see your ugly mug". Shane chuckled for the first time in days. If anybody else would have said that, then he would probably have killed the fool on the spot, but somehow it was all right if it came from a friend. Shane looked at him, "I may be ugly but you're still uglier". Sir Mitchell laughed and told Shane to get out of town before someone spotted them. As Sir Mitchell walked away, Shane checked the saddlebags on the horse. He found a collection of gold coins inside. "One day I'll pay you back," Shane said to himself. Before leaving town, Shane decided to purchase a weapon at the local armory. Inside he found a two handed sword similar to the one he used to have. To his horror, he found that his hands were so big that he could no longer get both of them on the handle. As a one handed weapon it was off balance and completely worthless. The clerk watched him contemptuously as he tried every sword in the shop. Finally, he found a huge beaten up ax. It had a good balance, but Shane just wished he had more training with axes. "How much for this?" The clerk looked at the weapon "Ah I got that off a dead Minotaur some years back, I could never find anyone who could wield it properly. I would need to get about 100 Imperial coins for it". Shane stood stock-still. In his head, the words echoed, "*Got that off a dead Minotaur*". Shane chuckled grimly under his breath. It seemed fitting that he would choose it out of all the weapons in the store. When he came to his senses, Shane asked if he could trade a pair of imperial gauntlets for the ax and some bigger gauntlets. The clerk agreed and handed a huge pair of gauntlets to Shane. They weren't as well crafted as his Imperial armor, but they fit. When he left the shop, Shane headed into town hoping to find some work at one of the nearby guilds\*\* Neko sat lost in Shane's story, for a moment not realizing where she was. Once he finished his tale, Shane lifted the helmet from his head. To his shock, Neko leaned over and kissed him. Shane smiled then sat and petted Neko's hair "Maybe I should get cleaned up also". Neko finished eating her fish while Shane removed his armor. While he was washing up, Neko noticed something that fascinated her; his balls were huge like those of a bull. She thought that she might get a closer look if she helped him wash up. When he felt a hand on his back, Shane reached for his ax, but he settle down when he realized that it was Neko. The little cat took her time as she washed his back then his chest. When she reached his equipment, she looked up apprehensive. "Do you mind", she asked. He just led her hands down to his sheath. Neko happily sat in the water and soaped up his balls. It wasn't long before she spied a horse shaped penis beginning to protrude from his sheath. When he became fully erect, she began to run her hands up and down his shaft. Shane held her against him as she licked and sucked on the head of his cock. While she ran her hands across his shaft, Neko pressed it to her breasts exciting him further. Soon, they were both sweating and panting. Neko slid her tail into her moistened pussie and imagined that her tail was the huge cock that she held in her hands. Neko sucked on the tip of his cock and got an enticing taste of pre cum. She wrapped her legs around his balls pressing them to her sex. The feeling of her tail sliding across his balls as it made its way into her was too much for Shane. He tried to hold off a little longer so he could warn her. "Hold your breath you're about to get doused". When Shane's balls pulled up to his body, pushing semen into his shaft, Neko orgasmed from the extra pressure against her pussie. With her hands on his shaft, she could feel the cum rushing toward her face. When it reached the tip, she put her mouth over his cock-head. She got more than she bargained for when the first burst nearly choked her. When she pulled back, each proceeding burst hit her squarely in the face, soaking her skin and dripping down her body. Shane looked down and saw her sitting there smiling cutely in a pool of semen. As the excess cum dripped from her body, it was being washed downstream. Neko coughed meekly "You were right; I should have held my breath". Once they were cleaned up, they lay together in the tent and slept. Neko insisted on cleaning him every time they came across water. Even though she always made a mess of them first, that was the best part. Sometimes when they had been unable to find any streams to camp for the night, she would stroke his cock between her breasts until he orgasmed, and then she would use her tongue to lick him and herself clean. She wanted him to mate with her but he was afraid that he would hurt her because of his size. Eventually, they found Chenoa walking down the trail looking utterly exhausted. That night when they camped, they asked Chenoa what had happened to her. Chenoa's story took half the night. 10 ---------- Chenoa & the Pack *Several days ago...* Chenoa saw Neko head back to the carriage. Meanwhile, she began climbing her way up the mountainside. *hang on Amura*. After three days, Chenoa had caught no food and found no water. She was getting desperate when she noticed some wolf tracks. It appeared to be an entire pack. If she followed the wolves, she knew she would find water. It took all of her skill to follow the trail because snowdrifts caused the prints to disappear so she had to use other methods to track them. Near sunset, she came upon a stream with a freshly killed goat next to it. The red hue of the sun beautifully marked every aspect of the landscape. *Amura would have loved this*, she didn't take too long to enjoy the view because she was starving. The goat had already been chewed up a good bit by the wolves but one of its legs was fairly intact. Chenoa used her teeth to remove the goat's leg then began eating while she bathed in the stream. With her hunger and thirst finally sated, Chenoa curled up on the riverbank and drifted off to sleep. When Chenoa awoke, she saw a pair of yellow eyes looking directly at her. Instinctively she jumped up and reached for her sword, but she found that in her haste she had neglected to bring it. The wolf closest to her, apparently the leader of the pack, spoke to her in canine tongue, "Only the pack is allowed to eat from a kill"! The others growled in assent. Chenoa thought quickly then responded in their language, "Then let me join the pack". They seemed shocked that she understood them. After talking amongst themselves, they finally concluded that she must be a wolf, albeit a strange looking one. The leader looked to Chenoa "To become part of the pack, you must be born into it or mated into it". Chenoa reached down to the leader and stroked his furry sheath, "Then make me your bitch". The wolf became hard despite himself, and asked the pack for its approval. Finally, they agreed that she could become his mate, but there was one condition. Every member of the pack would be allowed a chance to test the abilities of their new member. Chenoa got on all fours and presented herself to her new mate. He tried to control his excitement as he straddled her body. He waited until the entire pack was ready to witness the act before he got started. When all eyes were on them, he plunged his cock into her cunt, taking her violently. The shackle on Chenoa's neck was jingling as her body was shaken from the force of his thrusts. She felt his saliva dripping on her neck as she clawed at the ground. In the true nature of canines, his bulbous cock began to swell as he neared his climax. Chenoa was panting like a dog as she felt him swell within her... she let him take her. Finally, the wolf reached his climax. As he flooded her with semen, he howled up into the night sky. Their act finished, they remained tied together as his hardened cock continued to fill her womb. While they waited, one of the other wolves came over begging for attention. Chenoa stuck her head between his legs and licked his cock. The wolf was already completely erect from watching them, and the knot in his shaft was engorged within his sheath. Chenoa took his furry sheath in her hand and began to pump the knot of his penis. Chenoa licked him clean, as she continued to massage his dick. Soon he was humping against her hand, driving his rod into her mouth. With a howl, he came in her hand, covering her mouth with watery hot semen. As his cock hung loosely under his belly, drops of wolf cum fell to the ground and mixed with the snowflakes that were beginning to fall. A female wolf came over and helped to lick the first one's cock clean, as the next wolf walked over to Chenoa, eager for his turn. Chenoa told him to lay on his back so she would have better access to him. While she worked on his equipment, she looked up to find that the fourth and final male was standing over her, waiting for relief. She began by sucking on one while giving the other a hand job, but she finally decided it was easier to suck on both wolves at the same time. She held both cocks in her mouth while she pumped them with each of her hands. The female wolf leaned her head down and helped her by licking the cocks she was pumping. The pack leader finally managed to pull himself free from her cunt, so he walked in front of her and added his spurting cock to the fray. Chenoa was surprised when a third cock was pushed into her mouth, but she kept up the pace by constantly alternating which wolf she was masturbating; the female wolf took care of the one she wasn't currently pumping. The lead wolf licked Chenoa's rump while she worked, he was very pleased with his new bitch. It wasn't long before the last two wolves unloaded into her mouth. When she was done, Chenoa eyed their still hard cocks hungrily. She laid the leader on his back while she brought her mouth to his canine member. Chenoa's hand caressed his balls while she cleaned his cock with her tongue. She worked her tongue around the knot, relishing the taste. The salty taste filled her mouth, and causing her sexual excitement to rise. When his penis slid back into its sheath, she went to the next wolf and helped to clean him up. By the time she got to the last wolf, she was so worked up that she crouched over him and lined his cock up with her dripping wet cunt. The wolf's cock had almost returned to normal while she was working with the other wolves, but when she mounted him, he became fully erect again. She moved up and down on him, her lust driving her into a state of animalistic passion. The lips of her sex pressed against his knot every time she came down. The pressure of his knot on her clit was driving her crazy. With a howl of her own, she came to the peak of her pleasure. Chenoa lay on the ground, short of breath. Waves of pleasure were still rippling through her body. As the leader announced that she was now part of the pack, the leader's other mate eyed Chenoa suspiciously. Now that their work was complete, the pack headed to a nearby cave to wait out the snowstorm. The next morning another orgy ensued. All of the male and female wolves were lost in passion except for the leader's mate who continued to watch Chenoa's every move. Chenoa hoped that she wouldn't be a problem, because she had neglected to take her sword with her in her rush to help Amura. Chenoa's thoughts drifted away as a canine penis was driven into her body. When they found out that her cunt could take two cocks simultaneously, her life in the pack got very interesting.\*\* The snowstorm lasted for the rest of the next few days. While they waited out the storm, Chenoa told the leader about her plans to head north to the castle. After some discussion, they decided that north would be as good of a direction for the pack to head as any other. The storm stopped early the next morning. The leader of the pack stood up and announced that it was time to travel. Around sunset, Chenoa caught the scent of a deer. They headed in the direction of the scent. Soon they came upon some tracks. It wasn't long before they spotted their quarry. It was a stag, and he was just finished mating with a doe. However, the pack wasn't big on subtlety. Howling and yapping, they rushed the two deer. The doe got away but Chenoa managed to grab the stag by his throat. As the pack pulled down their prey, Chenoa laid on his belly holding him down, her jaws around his throat. Chenoa gasped, almost losing her grip on his throat when his still hard cock slid into her pussie as she straddled him. Apparently, he hadn't been finished with his doe, because he began to burst within Chenoa while his life faded in her jaws. When it was finished, Chenoa howled at the full moon, crimson blood glistening as it dripped from her jaws and cum shining silver in the moonlight as it streamed from her pussie. Even the leader of the pack was taken aback by how feral she looked. At that moment, she made the rest of the wolf pack seem tame. The pack spent the night sleeping with pleasantly full stomachs. Two days later, Chenoa was bathing in a stream when the leader came over to her. Chenoa looked at him "if you want some lovin" than you'll have to wait until I'm finished with my bath. The leader shook his head "that's not why I'm here; I need to know about your intentions with the pack". Chenoa gave him a quizzical look; "I told you earlier that I intended to stay until we reach the castle". The wolf laid his head in his paws, "I was hoping that you might consider staying permanently. But if not, are you ever going to return". Chenoa looked and saw a glint of desperation in his eyes. She walked over and petted his head "You know that I'm too free spirited to ever stay anywhere, but I promise to come back and visit". The wolf brightened up with the hope of a return visit. Chenoa ruffled his fur and held him to her breasts. While petting him she said in a seductive tone, "I finished my bath with the hope that you would be ready to fuck me. You aren't going to leave your bitch disappointed, are you?" The wolf nuzzled her breasts and climbed over her. He began to slide his cock into her while still licking her breasts. Chenoa whispered into his ear "take me hard; take me like an animal". In response, he grabbed her throat in his jaws, and began viciously ramming his cock into her. She reveled in the feeling, clawing at his fur with her fingernails. They became enveloped in animalistic passion. The water splashed around them as they danced in the pool. From the hill nearby, the leader's mate looked on; envy and anger shone in her eyes and consumed her heart. When they reached orgasm, Chenoa and the wolf howled into the night. Afterwards they lay together and waited for the swelling of his knot to subside. She talked about what they would do when she returned. While she nibbled on his ear, Chenoa made him a promise, "Baby when I come back, I'll make sure that you forget I was ever gone". He gave her a toothy canine grin as he pulled his cock from her body. While he walked back to the pack, Chenoa took another bath. Unbeknownst to her, someone was watching her, silently creeping closer. Just before she was knocked over, Chenoa heard a sound behind her. Chenoa fought desperately to get the animal off her back. Finally, she flung it in front of her. Too her surprise it was the pack leader's mate. Chenoa's neck was bleeding from where the wolf's fangs had lacerated her. The wolf advanced on her growling. Chenoa took a step back toward the waterfall at the end of the lake where the water washed down to meet with the stream below. The wolf leapt at her knocking her back down. She clawed at the wolf's face desperately trying to keep the snapping jaws away from her neck. The wolf lifted her head and Chenoa saw her opening. She leaned forward and sank her fangs into the wolf's throat. The wolf slashed her face with a paw and Chenoa lost her grip. The wolf stepped back, but the damage had already been done, she was bleeding profusely from the wound on her neck. As the wolf's vision blurred, she lunged again. Chenoa was ready this time and she rolled with the wolf's attack. At the end of her maneuver, she flung the wolf through the air. The wolf skidded across the rocky edge of the lake and fell off the ledge. Chenoa licked her wounds as she limped to the waterfall. At the bottom, she saw the wolf lying motionless. She heads paws rushing through the woods behind her. The pack had arrived to see what the commotion was. They looked over the edge and saw their fallen companion at the bottom. While Chenoa was still trying to explain the situation, they headed back to their cave. Chenoa stood confused. Hurriedly she rushed toward the cave. Inside, most of the wolves were going back to sleep. She walked up to the leader, "don't you want to know what happened"? The leader looked back with sorrow in his eyes "the two of you fought and only one remains. That is all that matters in these woods. Life is hard only the toughest are meant to survive". Chenoa stood not knowing what to do. The wolf continued, "This doesn't bode well for me. When you leave, I will no longer have any mates. I fear my status ad leader will not last long". The wolf laid on his side, and fell into a troubled sleep. Chenoa slept beside him with her, hoping to alleviate his pain. In the dead of night, Chenoa left the pack and began walking toward the peak of the mountain. In her solitude, days passed which she barely saw whisk by as she traveled. Sometime later, she met up with Neko, and Shane. Chenoa climbed onto the back of Neko's horse and rested while they rode. During their ride, Neko told Chenoa all that had happened since they had last met. Chenoa remained uncharacteristically silent as Neko talked. When they made camp for the night, Shane studied his map and told them they should reach the castle by late afternoon the next day. While getting ready the next morning, Chenoa borrowed a dagger from Shane. It wasn't as good as her sword but it would do if they ran into trouble. They traveled for several hours until they crested a hill, and the visage of a castle was presented to them. It should have been beautiful, but there was something foreboding about the place. As they approach the castle under the warming noontime sun, they doubled their pace and reached a large door in minutes. While checking the latch, they heard Amura screaming inside the castle. Chenoa found the door to be unlocked and she was about to enter when Shane stopped her. He held his shield high and stood in front, as they entered the castle. Chenoa and Neko were waiting for him to go through the doorway but he just stood there rooted to the spot. His reluctance to move was caused by utter shock. Instead of finding a goat-sized dragon, he was greeted by a dragon which stood well over thirty feet tall. The scales on its body were red tinged with ebony black and smoke curled up from his nostrils as he glared at Shane. In the next moment, the doorway disappeared in flame; in the center of which, was the silhouette of a screaming knight. The blast threw Shane backwards, past Chenoa and Neko. Neko ran over to him to find his armor covered in black char. Tendrils of smoke came out of his helmet in wisps, as she pulled back the faceplate. Neko yanked away her hand when it was singed on the metal. "Are you OK, do you want some water". Shane looked aghast, "it was huge, bigger than a house". Neko began casting a healing spell on him; meanwhile, he continued making his grievances known, "bigger yet, bigger than two houses. Where do you even find dragons that big ... on top of a mountain of course? You'd have to travel for weeks if you wanted to get barbecued properly". Suddenly he realized that Neko was standing over him "Your still alive!" he cried in amazement. "Leave, get on the horse and run for your life. There's a dragon in there you know", He was desperately motioning for her to head toward the horse as he talked. Neko couldn't understand the nonsense that Shane was saying, so she continued with her healing spell. Chenoa looked at Shane, he was still moving so she figured he would be OK, so she headed back to Amura's aid. Just as she was about to charge through the door, the blast of air from another burst of flame knocked her down. Chenoa lay on the ground for another moment her fur slightly singed. Enraged, she leapt through the door and charged into the building, her dagger raised high. As she ran at the dragon, it fired another burst of flame but the fire was stopped by some sort of creature that was flying through the air, shielding her. She was almost to the dragon when she realized that the flying creature was actually Amura in her succubus form. With all her might, Chenoa swung her dagger stabbing the dragon in the leg. It howled in pain, and then kicked her across the room. Chenoa rolled as she landed and came to on her feet. Reaching down she lifted a charred sword from the scattered remains of some unlucky adventurer. With the new weapon, she rushed the creature again. Chenoa was just about to swing her sword when the dragon reached out and grabbed her around the waist. Meanwhile, Shane had regained his senses and was running toward the dragon. Amura's power was waning; she knew she couldn't hold off the dragonfire for much longer. Shane saw his target, the dragon's heart, but it was currently out of his reach. Chenoa strained for air as her lungs were squeezed in the dragon's crushing grip. As her strength was sapped, the sword began to slide from her hand. She put every drop of effort into gripping the sword; she knew it was her only hope. The dragon took the nearly unconscious vixen and tossed her into the air, as she came back down he opened his mouth wide. Amura shrieked when she saw Chenoa fall into the dragon's mouth. Amura's power finally gave out and she fell to the groundâ€"unconscious, as her body transformed back to normal. While the dragon was swallowing Chenoa, he held his neck straight up exposing his heart. Shane took advantage of the opening. He swung with all his might, sinking the head of his great-ax deep into the Dragon's chest. The dragon shuddered for a moment then faltered in its steps, before finally falling to the ground. Amura stood up on weak knees and walked over to the dragon wondering about Chenoa's fate. Meanwhile, Shane walked over to the beast's stomach and pulled a skinning knife from his belt. He slit the dragon's gullet open and out fell several pieces of armor and a nude infuriated vixen. Amura rushed over and hugged her soaked friend "I thought you were dead". "So did I... But, what happened to my armor". Shane chuckled, "the same fluid dragons use to breathe fire is also in their stomachs. It has a tendency to dissolve leather, such as the type used to hold armor together." Chenoa looked at the leftovers of her armor and wondered if he was right. "One more thing, don't get near any fire until you two get washed off." Amura released Chenoa from her embrace. Chenoa was beginning to shiver from the cold, so Amura brought her to a nearby stream so that they could be washed up. They hurriedly cleaned each other's bodies while Neko got a fire going. Later they sat together in front of the fire, wrapped up in a fur blanket. Amura, Chenoa, and Neko spent the next few hours talking with Shane about their adventures. The next day, they searched the dragon's lair for anything useful. Not interested in loot, Shane spent his time skinning the beast. By the time that he had the dragon's hide bundled up; they were almost done with their search for equipment. Chenoa found several finely crafted pieces of armor and a pair of short swords that would work well as dual-wield weapons. Shane was studying his ax, there was a hairline crack going right through the center of the blade; it wouldn't sustain another hard blow. Neko noted his concern, and began looking for a suitable replacement. In a dark corner, she found the biggest sword she had seen in her whole life. She grabbed it to pull it away from the wall and found that it wouldn't budge. She braced her feet against the wall and pulled hard, toppling the sword with a thunderous crash. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Neko dragging the weapon behind her. Neko's arms were strained and her chest was heaving, it was a relief when Shane came over and took the sword from her grasp. Shane held the sword up,( the balance felt good) "Thanks Neko, this should work perfect". "No problem" Neko gasped for breath. While she held her hands on her knees, wheezing, Neko noticed something that looked like a bow, lying under some junk armor. Amura picked it up and held it to the light. Small gems glimmered across the surface. The bowstring was long gone, but that could be remedied easily. She handed it to Neko, who sat there happily watching the sunshine glow in the gems. While Shane was getting all of the valuable parts off the dragon, he found something useful. This was one of the rare dragons that had a bone in its penis. Such bones were prized for their magical properties. He had no intention of selling it; he had a better plan. Neko had no idea how much joy it gave Shane to wield a sword again. He hoped his gift would begin to help her understand his gratitude. Shane's hands were no longer as dextrose as they had once been. It took him several hours to thread a gold chain through the bone and some of the smaller dragon teeth. When he was done, he admired his handiwork. Neko was busy stringing her new bow when Shane came over to her. She grew suspicious when she saw that he had one hand behind his back. "Neko I have a surprise for you". Neko became excited wondering what it might be, "what is it. Let me see, please" Shane pulled his hand in front of him, revealing the necklace. "It's lovely, where did you get it?" "I made it" he replied smirking. "Do you see the golden bone in the middle"? "Yes." Ever so gently, he hooked it around her neck, "That is a dragon penile bone. As long as you wear this you will never have to worry about being cold again". As the bone touched her breast, Neko felt a warmth flood through her body. "You're right, I feel warm" Neko hugged his chest, and then thanked him with a kiss. Shane looked down at her, "Now, go show your friends". Chuckling to himself, Shane watched her speed off, jubilantly calling Amura's name. 11 ---------- Kings And Queens Amura and Neko rode quietly. The trip north was colder than expected, and they were not making very good time. Amura only hoped that they could reach the city that they had heard of, before there was a snowstorm. The sky was gray and everything had a gloomy appearance to it. It was getting dark earlier, so they had to stop and prepare to make camp. Amura tended to Ember, while Neko scouted the area. Neko got back just as Amura had finished preparing the carriage to camp the night. She had mixed news. The area was clear, and there were no signs of danger, but there was no sign of prey either. If they could not find some good hunting soon, they would be completely out of their dry rations. Amura watched silently as Neko sat complaining about trying to eat an indestructible cracker. Finally giving up on the cracker, Neko took a lonesome look into the distance, her fingers touching the necklace that she wore against her breast. "Amura, how long until we meet up with Shane & Chenoa in the North City?' Amura simply smiled, "not too long, just depends on how fast we can travel at this point." Neko nodded in assent, but still she looked into the distance...\*\* They traveled for a few more days, and were nearing the city. While guiding the horse, Amura realized something. She felt that familiar itch again; she would be coming into heat soon. Good thing she had Xeno and Neko with her, or she stood the chance of going crazy. Amura looked at the gray sky. It was getting late again, but she felt that they should be able to make it to the city within three days. With the remaining hours of sunlight, she decided to cover as much ground as possible. Not much later, she approached an encampment just off the road, a sentry quickly rode up to them. "Halt! What business do you have here?" Amura pulled her cloak tight to hide her fur. "What is your business here?", he demanded. Amura studied him before she spoke. "We are simply traveling north, to the nearby city of Panthaleon." "Well, be on your way, his majesty is not to be disturbed by common travelers. Be on with you!" Amura shrugged, she didn't want to get involved with royal affairs anyway. She was just about to move on when something caught the corner of her eye. Movement in the woods... Suddenly a dart came out of the trees and struck the sentry. He fell down in Amura's path, blocking her route of escape. By the time she had maneuvered around, the invaders had closed in. Amura saw a raging Orc leap through the air straight for her. It was stopped in mid-jump by one of Neko's arrows. Amura looked back and smiled at her little friend. "We're in trouble." Neko licked her lips, "As always." Neko pulled out another arrow while Amura got on the roof of the carriage to get a better look. It was an awesome ambush; Orcs were everywhere. Remembering her training, Amura began conjuring little icicles and using them as projectiles against the horde of enemies. Luckily for Neko and Amura, they were on the fringes of the fight. Still desperately defending their position, Amura noticed several flaming arrows hit the carriage. Before she could do much about it, the whole thing erupted. Amura concentrated on quelling the fire while Neko and Xeno tried to hold off their attackers. From the center of the encampment came a serious disturbance. Amura instinctively turned to look and saw something rather interesting. She saw what she at first mistook for a lion. A closer look determined that he was one of the Catrai, but of an impure lineage. Standing in the center of the encampment, his body covered in tawny fur, the lion roared. What made him a bit different from the common Catrai was that his head was more lion-shaped. He was strong though, very strong. Amura stood still, transfixed as he picked up Orcs and tore at them unarmed. One after another, her took them down. Seeing this creature fighting back so mercilessly, the invaders began to slow their approach. Amura was still on the fringes, and now that was where all of the enemies were. Plus, she had come to the realization that they were not going to be able to save the carriage from burning up. "Move towards the encampment!" She commanded Neko while she un-harnessed Ember. Now fighting up close, Amura, Neko and Xeno tried to push their way through the line of enemies. Quite often, Amura had to resort to using her shockwave attacks to fend off the Orcs, but her powers were waning. Neko had slung the bow over her back and was now using a small dagger to hold off the enemies. Even Xeno was not able to repel such a force. Suddenly, Amura found that they were surrounded. Standing back-to-back with Neko, Amura clenched her hand. "This doesn't look good at all," Neko whimpered. Amura prepared to surround Neko and herself with a shield, but knew it wouldn't do much good. Then a spot of good luck came. The enemy line was broken as an army cut right through it. Seeing their position had been compromised, the remaining Orcs backed off. Amura looked toward the ones who had saved them, but found that it was only a single individual. It was the leonine one that she had noticed before. He slowly walked up to the two females as the enemies began to flee. He took a very long look at Amura and smiled charmingly. Just then, an Orc fell from the overhead branches, right above the male. Without even thinking about it, Amura held out her hands. A moment before the Orc completed its trip and sank a spear into the leonine one's neck, Amura screamed out an incantation. Fire made a trail of smoke from her fingertips and the Orc was blasted straight backwards into a tree. Amura stood in as much shock as the others. The Orc was on fire, and made no attempt to move, very much dead it seemed. That was a very powerful spell Amura had done, but it was not one she remembered learning. It was just then that Amura came to realize how powerful she could truly become. She felt hungry almost, and felt a need to learn more about such untapped abilities. Amura was broken from her daze, as the leonine male bowed to her. "I am King Panthaleon of the North City, you have saved me from a grievous attack, dear maiden, and I shall not forget it." Amura was in shock. This was the King. She didn't quite know what to say. "Uhh... why don't we just call it even, as you saved us too?" she finally uttered. Panthaleon smiled back at her but was silent. He appeared to be staring at her arm rather intently. Before she got the chance to wonder about that, she realized something. She was naked at the moment, and Neko was almost naked. "My Sire," she exclaimed as she dropped to her knees. "Forgive me, but it seems I have lost my clothing in the carriage." He looked at the pillar of flame and nodded. "It is not an issue maiden, you are one of the Catrai, and in our lands vestments are only optional. Amura looked up surprised. "I was not aware that the Catrai had power in these lands." "Perhaps not, but I do have power, and I say that you may uphold Catrai customs while you are here. Let me ask you a question, do you know of that mark on your arm?" he asked. Amura thought about it for a moment as she stood back up feeling quite free at the moment. Neko was still standing in shock. Amura simply shook her head no in answer to his question. The King sighed, "Why, it is a royal mark, and one of Catharine the Great as well." Amura had to take that in for a moment. She thought of her cousin Catherine. They had never told her that she was related to royalty. Now that she thought about it; that explained a few things about Catherine. Perhaps she had refrained from telling Amura because they were such close friends as cubs, and she didn't want any animosity. Whatever, it didn't matter really. Did it? Amura and Neko followed the king back to his encampment and he invited Amura into his tent. After getting a meal, they sat together as he wanted to ask her something. He licked his lips and spoke. "I have something to ask of you, but I do not want you to answer just yet. I have been King of this small area for some time, but have yet to have an heir to the throne. The people worry about it, and I do as well. You being here like this, it poses an interesting opportunity. You are of royal lineage, and are quite an acceptable mate I might add. It is so simple that it is complicated. You are coming into heat and I need a mate. If you accept my offer, I am sure you will not regret it. You shall be named Queen of my lands, even though they may not be so very vast. Also, there are many other benefits. I am sure your companion would appreciate being a guest of the kingdom whenever she is there, or any other companions you might have as well. As I said, it is much to ask but I see a need in you, a need that I believe I can cure. Beautiful maiden, will you be my Queen? I suggest that you sleep on it, and tell me when you have come to a decision. We will be to the city in less than two day's, it would be good to know before then, but I will not rush you. For now though rest. We leave in four hour's time," Amura didn't know what to say but the moment she tried to utter something, he politely cut her off and again asked her to get some rest. Amura walked back to her assigned tent, in shock. She didn't think she would be able to sleep, but she laid down anyway. Several hours must have passed, and still she lay awake. Amura licked her fur clean as she tried to sort out her thoughts. Her mind was spinning, but she was sure of one thing, she was in heat and that took precedence over everything. Silently, Amura made her way to Panthaleon's tent. It was getting quite dark, and everybody was busy packing things up. She easily slipped by unnoticed. Amura Slid into the king's tent and worked towards him. She was shocked to hear his voice. "I am afraid that you aren't silent enough to escape my attention dear one. Have you already come to your decision then?" Amura walked up to his bed and climbed over top of him to look into his eyes. "Oh yes indeed, I have decided. Queen Amura has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" Panthaleon smiled toothily, and stroked her cheek. Amura gripped his shoulder and licked his ear. "Take me, make me..." She cooed. Panthaleon simply growled and rolled her over so that he was above her. Amura felt something hot against her leg and realized that he was now just as naked as she. He nuzzled her neck and she mewled with anticipation. She felt it now, she was in heat, and she needed relief. Amura bit his ear gently but with intent. "Mate me, my King," she growled. Panthaleon growled back at her and gripped her waist. She was shivering in anticipation now, and her sex was wet. She could not wait any longer. Amura sighed as his member slid down the inside of her thigh and approached her pussy. When the tip touched the soft lips of her sex, she gasped. She wanted it bad and she knew that he knew it. Slowly, he penetrated her, sliding in easily as if made to fit her perfectly. As he pushed deeper and deeper, she clutched his back, her breath coming out in hitched gasps. With excruciating slowness, he began pumping her, working up faster and faster. Amura let him ride her as she had never been ridden before. Eventually, he was thrusting into her so rapidly that she was digging her claws into his back and she could hardly think. Amura felt tears brim her eyes; it felt so good that she never wanted it to stop. She felt a tide of pleasure well up within as she came closer to reaching her limit. As Amura orgasmed, she roared loudly, completely unrestrained. The aftershocks were hitting her hard as he still hadn't slowed down. Her claws dug at his back, sinking into the fur. Amura gripped onto him even harder as her back arched over the bed. She cried out in her passion, it was too much she couldn't breathe. Then she felt him pump her with renewed vigor. He pushed into her deep and she sighed as the first shot of hot liquid warmed her womb. As each silky burst came within her, she did as earlier promised and let it fill her fully. It was unlike she had ever felt before, and as the warmth filled her she settled into the bed purring. She felt so good. Amura sank her face into his mane and let sleep overcome her.\*\* They moved out soon and Amura was able to get Neko a chance to ride in the royal carriage to act as guardian during the trip. Panthaleon didn't mind letting the girl stand guard as he and his new mate took care of important matters. As much as Amura knew Neko enjoyed her task, she did notice the girl glance back to watch the couple from time to time. It was only by making good use of her tail that Neko was able to contain herself. Amura almost felt sorry for the girl, she was all warmed up with nowhere to turn. Still, Amura had to focus her attention on her sire, and that would take her full concentration. Neko would just have to wait a bit. During one of their breaks, Neko crept up to Amura and asked her what she could do. Amura had to decline any invitation, but suggested getting Xeno into the carriage during their next stop. Neko seemed to absolutely love that idea. They got to the city ahead of schedule, and Amura was escorted to the palace while Neko went off in search of Chenoa and Shane, especially Shane it seemed. Amura smiled at the little cat girl. Back to the matter at hand, Amura stepped into the royal bedchambers, followed closely by Panthaleon. He sent the guards away but left four women who stood in the corners of the room. He said that they were his personal attendants and were supposed to be nearby at all times. As he sat on the bed, Amura smiled animalistically. "So, the king is never truly alone then? I don't mind," Amura leapt onto him and pushed him over the bed. She was in full heat now, and nothing was about to stop her from getting what she wanted. Seemed that no one had ever mentioned it to her before that if she let a male take her fully, it would excite her state of estrus to the extreme. She had never wanted to mate as badly as she did at that moment. Even the guards had some difficulty keeping their composure as they watched over the vivacious couple, and it wasn't like they hadn't seen the King take a female before, each one of them had been granted the chance several times themselves. This time though he was not doing it solely for pleasure it seemed. He was mating Amura with a passionate purpose, and giving in to his own animal nature as he roared along with her.\*\* In the morning, Amura climbed out of the bed and stretched. She had slept for barely three hours, but the sun was coming over the horizon and she was getting hungry. Amura looked back at the disheveled bed; the King was still asleep. She turned to one of the royal guards. "I am hungry". The guard bowed slightly and clapped her hands twice. In moments, the door to the bedchambers opened and an aide entered. "What do you wish of me, my lady." Amura was a little surprised at the service but she simply repeated that she was hungry. The aide quickly bowed and walked away. As the aide left, Amura watched patiently. The aide was quite elegant, and wore only a very thin silk robe. It did nothing to hide her body; that was for sure. In mere minutes, three new aides appeared. Each one was similar to the first, pretty and practically nude. As they did not have fur, Amura guessed that the robes were warmer than they looked. They brought her a delicious looking meal of lightly grilled rare meats and side dishes. Amura picked up a goblet and took a sip. It was rich warm cream; she smiled, they sure knew what she liked. By the time that Amura had eaten a decent portion of the meal, Panthaleon awoke. She turned back smiling and licked her lips slowly. "Time for dessert," she whispered. Amura slowly climbed over him and licked her way down his chest. Lower and lower she traveled, making no hurry even though she was getting fervent in her own lust. She eased her way towards his crotch and smiled, as he was already quite erect. Seductively, she nuzzled his shaft, and then extended her tongue, licking her way down his length. She felt him shiver at her touch, and she worked down further lightly kissing his balls. She reveled in the feel of his velvety fur against her face, and the scent of him combined with her own scent from last night's encounters. Amura purred and worked her way back up and slowed as she reached the tip. She made her way to the tip at an excruciatingly slow pace, making his cock throb in expectation. Finally, she drew her tongue all the way up, licking at the pre-cum there. Purring so hard that it sounded like a growl, Amura pressed her lips to the tip of his shaft and took him into her mouth. He moaned as she let his shaft slide deeper into her mouth. Once she had taken in most of his length, Amura pulled her head back upwards, feeling his hot member slide against her tongue. Amura continued sucking on her own personal treat until she couldn't wait any longer. Amura let him free from her mouth and climbed out of the bed. She got on all fours sinking into the soft rug, and swung her tail back and forth invitingly. Panthaleon didn't hesitate, and quickly closed in. Coming up behind her, he licked her pussy; he could tell that she was more than ready. He gripped her rump and brought himself up, straddling her comfortably. As he gripped her waist, he grinned widely. Her tail was swinging erratically, and her purring had an insatiable sound to it. She turned and growled at him, seemingly with a hint to hurry up, as she couldn't wait any longer. He was happy to oblige. Panthaleon drew his hips to her rump and slowly slid his cock against her pussy. Amura whimpered and felt a shiver go through her entire body. Panthaleon aligned himself, and gradually pushed into her. He reveled in the feeling of the warm softness enveloping his member, and it was no secret that she liked it as well. Once he had slid all the way in, he continued thrusting at a steady pace. Working more rapidly every moment, he gripped her around the waist and licked her neck hungrily. Soon, he was pumping her hard, as she panted for breath beneath him. He continued to piston into her, feeling his balls swing against her with each inward reciprocation. As he neared his limit, he closed his jaws around the scruff of her neck and held her firmly. Both of them were growling quite vocally and he felt that he wasn't going to last much longer. Amura's body tensed below him and he heard her gasp for each breath. Feeling that she was also close to her limit, he thrust with his full force, driving her to climax. He was holding off his own climax, and as he rapidly pumped her, he was already to the limit. Not able to hold it off any longer, he felt the pressure building as he came to his zenith. A second before he did, he felt Amura orgasm. As she screamedâ€"roared in his embrace, and tensed her whole body in orgasmic pleasure; he began to ejaculate, pushing hot semen deep within her body. Every burst felt like pure heaven as she took it within herself. Finally, he was done, and so was Amura. Panthaleon dismounted from the tigress, and laid next to her on the floor, gasping for breath. While she rubbed her legs together and smiled, purring satedly; he methodically licked himself back into his sheath. This was the third day, and she hadn't slowed down a bit. He just smiled and looked at his little tigress. As much as he might like her to stay and be by his side as Queen, he knew she was too restless. She would be his queen, but she would not be able to stay. Perhaps after time, she too would see that there was more to life than adventuring. No, not yet, she had much to learn and she hungered to experience everything. If she managed to survive all of it, only then would she come back for good. He silently stroked her back. "I'll wait for you my mate," he whispered as she rested. Amura wasn't asleep just yet though; she heard his words quite well. Though it brought her warmth to think of, he had been right in his thoughts, she wasn't ready to slow down just yet. Maybe one day she would be ready to accept that this was where she belonged. She just couldn't now, not yet. With that thought, she drifted to sleep.

Title: Centurions (A1, B1, C15) by KitKaramak Tags: Action, Character Development, Fantasy, Kitsune, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Story Progression, Story Series, Succubus, Telepathy, Werewolf Chapter -15- Centurions *Thursday, July 8, 1999 - 11:02 am Las Vegas, Nevada* **A Ford Escort protruded from the side of a boxcar** in the pouring rain. Even with the added weight on the side, the train remained on its rails. Gunshots rang out, muffled by the intensity of the downpour. The rounds sizzled against an electric force field, pulsating in a bubble around Nathanial Carrington. Karla Chintzy kept her hands outstretched, creating a telekinetic trench in the knee-deep flood waters. She pursed her lips, telekinetically shifting the water of her reverse-moat, forcing the water on the outside of the group to be higher, so as to act like a liquid 'sandbag' barrier. "Okay, old man, we have our dry donut hole. Do your thing, babe." Sinopa and Jonathan stood adjacent to their friends. Nathan clenched his hand into a fist, creating an electric current in the water where their attackers stood. The raw voltage electrocuted a group of men causing them to drop where they stood. More rounds struck the force field, vaporized by the raw energy of the dome-shaped field. Karla sniffed disdainfully. "YiaYia called for *rain*, not a wet t-shirt contest. I mean, I know this is Sin City, but *damn*." She glanced back at Sinopa and said, "I've never made a 'foxhole' in water before. Don't get excited about the name, lovey." "Give it a rest." Jonathan pursed his lips in an attempt to bite back the agitation. "I'm going to check on the children. Try and keep my wife safe this time, Nathan." "I'll make it up to you." Carrington waved his left hand back, opening a hole in the field nearest to Jonathan. "Don't get shot, you're not as young 'n spry as you used to be." The thirty-four year-old master thief made eye contact with the old man; they smirked at one another. Jonathan stepped out of the inch-deep water and into the knee-deep floodwaters. With grace and gravitas, he scaled the gravel hill up to the tracks. Jonathan shimmied up a ladder on the side of the boxcar using only his arms and upper body strength, making the ascent appear effortless. The master thief put a foot on the siding and pushed himself away from it, performing a flip onto the roof of the train car. He ran in the skin-stinging rain, left hand aloft to cover his face. Parker hurdled the gap between each train car. Up ahead, he saw the hazy outline of where the road dropped down. He approached the overpass and performed a somersault off the side of the boxcar. With a grunt, he landed on an abandoned sedan, the water even with its roofline. The top crushed in somewhat. He used the momentum of the first jump to carry him into a second flip. Jonathan landed in a crouch on the flooded street with his right palm between his knees. Water rushed against his chest. He stayed low, surveying his surroundings. Water rushed towards the nearby underpass beneath the tracks, behind him. He stood slowly and waded through the floodwaters, which were even with his navel. The intersection was at the bottom of several hills, all of which drained down beneath the tracks into the intersection. Water gushed down over the side of the nearby I-15 like a waterfall. Trees, sign posts and a car tire gathered, swirling angrily with nowhere else to go. The nearby intersection of Twain and Dean Martin had a car with water racing across the hood. He recognized the color and approached it. The water pressure held the doors shut. "Open the windows!" he shouted. No reply. Jonathan moved closer to the car. He noted the rental was damaged. He squinted in the rain, seeing signs of a substantial collision. The master thief glanced back at the other car, beneath the tracks, which he used as a springboard a moment earlier. The bumper didn't appear to be high enough to cause the damage sustained by the rental sedan. "Peri! Marcus!" No reply. Jonathan grimaced. He traced the backside of his hand over the crumpled front quarter panel. He determined an SUV or truck was at fault. "Open the windows! I can't tell if your doors are locked or if the water is holding them closed!" He couldn't see in through the condensation on the inside of the glass. No reply - all he heard was the ambiance of the rain and flood waters. Parker ripped off the passenger rearview mirror. He used it to smash out the rear window. He reached through, pulled up on the lock, and tried to jerk the door open, but the water pressure made it difficult. Water splashed in through the broken window, leaving a puddle on the rear seat and across the already-damp upholstered floor. He leaned in. The rental car was empty. "Dammit." Jonathan turned from the car and made his way back up the hill, under the I-15 overpass, where Dean Martin became Industrial Road. The water eventually lowered to knee-height again but he trudged against the current. A palm tree floated towards him. He shoved it out of the way and continued up the hill back towards his friends. Karla saw him first and held her left hand towards Industrial road. Parker saw the water part in front of him. It rose up on the sides, creating a thick liquid wall. He hurried through the cleared trench. Bullets struck the wall but broke apart against the water barrier. One of them harmlessly pelted his shoulder. It stung but didn't break the skin. He approached the trio and said, "They're not in the car and it looks like something hit it. Possibly a truck or SUV caught by the floods, but that intersection is at the bottom of a hill on all sides, and there's only one other vehicle in sight, which isn't damaged. They were hit in a way that forced the sedan up onto the sidewalk; the collision point is high on the rental." Karla took a deep breath to keep herself calm. "Hit and run? So, if they weren't there, did they go for help?" "I didn't see any sign of serious injury inside the car. It's possible they were abducted." The succubus narrowed her eyes. "For the sake of my temper, I hope you're wrong. If someone hurt my man, I will tear their heart out." Nathan arched her brows. "Proper Klingon warrior death, huh?" Karla nodded. "Everyone deserves a warrior's death." She nudged Nathan. "Lower the deflector shields, Captain. I'm going on an away mission." "Karla..." Nathan's voice was punctuated by another round, which disintegrated against the force field. Karla eyed the older of the two men. "I won't ask again. And don't give me any shit. You know I make jokes to handle stress." Nathan sighed. "No, not the joke ... we can't afford to separate. I'm exhausted. We'll find the boy. We need to get out of this rain. If we separate now, we're not as effective against these people." Karla clenched her molars together. "They might outnumber us, but the council sent a bunch of neophyte to fight. Most of these losers only recently manifested their abilities. I've got this." "Karla!" Nathan turned to her and balled his fists up. "We will find him the way you found me! But if you walk away now, you may not find him, and you'll still be putting the rest of us in danger! We should do this together." "I've known you a long time," she said, eyes narrowed from the hard rain. "And you've never loved anyone else after my sister died. But I know you remember what it feels like to be in love; after all these years I've finally found it. And the further he gets from that car, the harder it will be to find him, goddammit!" Nathan put his hands on her shoulders. "Karla..." Without warning, Karla spun away from Nathan's hands and dropped. The water level rushed inward, filling in their circle. Sinopa, quick to react, reached for Karla to keep her from falling beneath surface. "Nathan, the field!" Jonathan shouted. Carrington clenched his hands, creating a fresh field of electricity over them. "Bullshit," he muttered. The old man glanced back at the others. "Is she okay?" "I'm fucking fine," Karla snapped, sitting up with Sinopa's help. "It's my fault - I distracted you from keeping the field up." "Karla, I'm sorry. I guess I really am getting old." She gingerly reached over and protectively cupped her arm where she'd been grazed. "I really didn't need getting shot, I didn't need this dirty-ass water in my goddamn wound, and I don't need those rookie Specials taking my man." She got to her feet. No one spoke. Blood, half-washed away from the water, ran down Karla's bicep where she'd been grazed. "I've had worse periods, goddammit. But those guys ... oh, I've had *enough* of those guys. Lower the field." "Karla, you've already been shot once! You want that to happen again?!" She glared at Nathan. He glared back but kept his focus on the field this time. "You're right, I have been in love. You're right, it was before I met you. But that doesn't mean I didn't learn how to love again." "What?" Nathan sighed. "Karla, you've already been shot once; I don't want you to be shot again. You're the only girl left in my life, kiddo. Don't go out there, okay?" "Lower. The fucking. Field. Or I'll find another way through it." "This is goddamn bullshit, Karla." "Let me out!" she shouted in frustration. Nathan opened the side nearest to the boxcar. Karla stepped out of the domed section and held her hands out in front of herself. Her palms and forearms took on a moderate pink incandescence, visible even in the daylight, even in the hard rain. She kept her palms outwards. Rounds veered away from her, driven off course by the power of telekinesis. She trudged through the knee-deep water, approaching the attackers, some who had guns, some who wielded supernatural abilities. "Where's the boy?!" she shouted upon approach. "I know you people act like a goddamn paramilitary group. You're in contact with each other. You all know he's here and I know you want him more than you want me, and more than you wanted Nathanial, or that mirror." "You're wrong," shouted one of them. Karla approached the one who spoke, assuming he was the one in charge. The man sneered, backing away from the succubus. "We care about the mirror more than we want any of you. Nathan was the only one capable of getting it back, so we took him out of play." "Where. Is. The. BOY?!" She ground her teeth together, eyes squinted from the rain. "What did you do with him?!" "Kill them all," the man shouted to his subordinates. Karla's arms flashed with a brilliant carnation glow. The pink incandescence went all the way up to her collarbone. One of the boxcars tipped over, snapping the metal connectors in front and behind it. The box car, with the Ford Escort jutting from its side, flipped from the rails and tumbled down the hill. It bowled over the group of attackers and came to rest over most of the group. An enormous wave splashed up, followed by a strong rush of water. She opened her stance to balance herself. The water came up to her torso, passed her, and returned to knee height. Anyone left standing turned about and ran. She sniffed with disdain. "You're not killing anyone, especially him." Silence. All that remained was the sound of rain and the distant wail of emergency response vehicles somewhere up on the interstate. Nathan, Sinopa and JC approached her from behind. Sinopa was the first to speak. "Karla-san, we will find him. Marcus-san is surely well. I promise we will..." "Chance." Karla turned back to the group. "His name is Chance. Let's start looking. Those neophyte assholes didn't know where he was." "You're sure?" asked Nathan. "If they did, they'd have used him as a bargaining chip to demand our surrender. He can't be far." She looked up, seeing a helicopter race by. Two people dangled from a rope beneath the chopper, suspended by a rescue harness. She kept her hand up to shield her eyes from the rain. With a sigh, the succubus turned back to the group. "Let's hope that's what happened to them." She watched the helicopter disappear over a tall casino to the east. Karla approached the overturned boxcar lying in the middle of Industrial Road. She shuffled her feet beneath the water, walking along the large car. She paused, reached downward, and used her telekinesis to draw the water back from a man half-trapped beneath the train boxcar. "I'm going to ask you one more time; this is your only chance to save your life. Where is he?" The man coughed several times. Karla put her hands on her hips; her palms remained glowing, keeping the water parted. "I don't have all goddamn day. Make a hand gesture or something. There's a train on your legs, you're in shock. You had the breath knocked out of you, else you'd have drowned by now, dipshit. Now, tell me where the telepathic boy is, or I'll end you. Don't. Try. Me." The man continued to cough. He lifted his right hand up and weakly formed the middle finger. He panned his hand back and forth, making the gesture to everyone standing near Karla. Karla turned away from him. The water rushed inward, covering the man trapped beneath the train. "This is turning into a very bad day." Karla took a deep breath then exhaled calmly, eyes shut. "Okay. We should start by investigating the car they were using." Sinopa's eyes went wide. She turned away and shook her head. "Karla ... where is your humanity?" Nathan frowned. "Jesus, kid. What you just did ... that was the Karla I knew back in December of 1906. I thought we worked to get past that side of you. Remember?" Karla took a deep breath and sighed through her nose. "That boy is the best goddamn drug I ever had. What you just saw was me going through Chance-withdraw. Now, I'm going to repeat myself *one more goddamn time,* okay? We need to start by investigating the car they were using." Jonathan glowered. "I'm not letting my wife down there. I have to think of our children first. It's at the bottom of several hills and there are tree branches floating through there, and the water is continuing to rise. It's not safe." Karla looked from Jonathan to Sinopa. She lowered her gaze to the kitsune's belly. Karla cut her gaze back to Jonathan with a sigh. "I'm ... I'm not arguing with you, Conner. I understand it's dangerous, and you need to protect your future children." Sinopa said nothing, not wanting to interfere with her husband taking charge of the situation. Jonathan added, "Then we all agree - we need to come up with another plan." Karla ran her hands up through her wet hair, catching her fingers into a clump of tangles. She sighed in frustration. "The thing is, we need to learn whatever we can about..." "Karla." Nathanial put his hands on her shoulders. "You need to slow down. We need to get out of the rain before reinforcements show up. You just crushed and drowned a dozen supernatural members of the Esoteric Community. The rest of them are further up the track, trying to get the train moving again. Now they're going to have to cover up this mess before it attracts attention. And with rescue helicopters in the area, pilots are going to notice it and report in." "Nathan..." Nathanial continued overtop Karla's protest. "So now your actions will bring the whole damn EC here to keep this contained. We need to find your boy and get the hell out of here as quickly as we can." "Both of them," said Parker. "We also need to find the girl with him." "Her name is Peri," Karla muttered. Jonathan put his arm around Sinopa's shoulder. With his other arm, he lifted her up into his embrace. "Let's get out of the floodwater. My wife isn't safe in this mess, Nathanial is exhausted, and ... Karla, you've been shot." "I don't have time for that right now! Chance doesn't have an active ability! We need to find him!" JC sighed. "I'm headed to the Luxor. Just keep heading south until you see a sign for it. I have a permanent suite there. I will tell them I'm expecting friends. When you mention that you are with me, they'll take care of you. They'll bring you dry clothes and a tailor if necessary - whatever you need." Nathanial nodded to Sinopa. He cut his eyes to Jonathan. "Where are you going?" Jonathan sighed. "I'm going to take a helicopter out of the city." "What?!" Karla threw her hands up in the air. "Are you serious?" Parker replied in a stern voice. "I am taking my wife home. It's the only place I know she's safe. When we're situated, we're going to look for the mirror. You two take care of yourself. I don't want to find out you two were killed, do you understand? I work for the EC and it's already a shaky relationship because they don't like the fact that I've married a demigod. So far as they're concerned, Sinopa was able to get out of that boxcar because she's a messenger god - *not* because she had help from fugitives. When I get back to San Fran, I'll report to them that she is home, resting. I will tell them that I never saw the rest of you, are we clear?" Karla turned to the older man. "Go on, Nathan. You're exhausted and they need your protection between here and the Luxor. I'll handle things." "Nathan, iie, stay with Karla." Nathan glanced from Karla back to Sinopa. "Are you sure?" "I will handle whatever comes our way," said Sinopa. "Please, help her find the boy. He is important, and more importantly, he is important *to her*." "I can't be around the telepath," Nathan said with a sigh. "It would cause..." The succubus pushed her hair from her face and shouted. "Dammit, Nathanial! Just get them out of here before they're seen with *me*. Go!" Karla pointed south. "GO! If they're seen with me, or standing around the train with you, then they won't be able to help us anymore! We can't expose them to the EC. You know what you've got to do, old man. Get them there without being seen." She put her hands on her ears. "Go on!" "We're in water," Jonathan replied. "Jesus, okay fine!" Karla waved her hands. The waters receded, pushed back by telekinesis. She brought her hands to her ears again. "Go!" "Fine." Nathan turned to the Parkers and put his hands on their shoulders. A flash of light filled the area. A bolt of lightning ascended into the sky. Another flash descended to the ground in the distance. The heat caused a hollow tunnel through the rain for a split second. A clap of deafening thunder knocked Karla off her feet. She stood back up in the rain. Knee-deep flood water rushed inward, around her bust line. Karla shouted a string of obscenities in frustration. She got to her feet and brought her hand to the stinging bloody flesh wound on her bicep. She headed down Industrial Road towards the intersection where Chance and Peri's rental car was abandoned under the rising floodwaters. "Goddamn 'desert' my *ass*." X X *July 8, 11:35 am Somewhere nearby...* **"You okay?"** Chance asked two more times before Peri stirred. "What happened?" Peri asked in a weary voice. She sat up, rubbed her forehead, and looked around. She lay on a comfortable bed. On a nearby nightstand was a plastic placard that read, "*STARWOOD*, Hotels & Resorts Worldwide Inc." She rubbed her cheeks and glanced back at Chance. "What happened, Mark?" "We're at some swanky hotel. Caesar's World, or ... Palace or ... something. I'm not sure what it's called. One is a casino, the other is the hotel." Peri looked around but the room had been stripped of identifying features. "What can you sense?" Chance frowned. "In the next room there's some rich guy from a place called Park Place Entertainment. He's a business rep; his company is buying this place. I can hear his thoughts." "Yeah? What's on his mind?" He shrugged. "Money. He's working out a deal to buy buying this place to make legitimate money for the Esoteric Council. I don't know w

hat his ability is, but there are two guards in the area. I think he's in charge of our, uh, 'capture.'" "Oh, is he now? Good." She swung her legs around and slid off the bed. "Let's go get some answers, then." "We can't leave. There are people with guns outside of our door." "Fine, fine! Whatever, then. I won't leave. Doesn't mean I can't ask what's going on." She stopped by a bathroom and stared at a dress on a hanger. "That had better not be for me. I'm not wearing *that*. I'm not like your frilly little friend, Mark. I don't do dresses or skirts." Chance shrugged. "It was hanging there when we were brought in here." Peri opened the door. Two armed men turned to face her, pointing handguns in her face. "Whoa, whoa." She put her hands up. "I just want to talk to the guy in the next room over." "Listen," said one of the guards, "Get your pasty white ass back in that room and stay there." "Whoa, hold up. First of all, don't judge me because I don't have a proper tan. I tried to catch some rays yesterday, and one of my friends sprayed me down with this sunblock crap. Second of all, I want to talk to the guy in the next room. You know, pal, the guy who works for Park Place with all the money?" "His day job is none of your business, girl. Get back in the room or you're going back out in the rain. And trust me ... you'll sink under the floodwater from all the holes I'll put in you." Peri eyed him for a moment. "I'm sure the other patrons on this floor would love to hear gunshots." The man put his gun to her forehead. His accomplice attached a silencer barrel and put his weapon to her forehead. The first man followed suit, attaching a flash suppressor. They put both their guns in her face and said, "A lot of accidents happen with guns. And there are no other guests staying on this floor at this time." Peri ground her teeth together. "Fine. I'm going to call you out on your bluff. Shoot me." The second gunman told the first, "The reward is for the boy, not the girl. I say we give her what she wants and kill her." "Fine." The first guy pointed his weapon down and shot Peri in her outer thigh. She fell to the floor, hissing in pain. Chance launched himself off the bed, hurried to her and dropped on the carpet, adjacent to her. His leg locked up from sympathy pain. He quickly put his hands on her thigh, trying to stop the blood flow. The guards grinned at one another, satisfied. Chance looked up, pain on his face, and said, "What did you do that for?! All she wanted to do is ask why your boss rescued us! She wasn't going to hurt anyone!" "Shut up, kid." The gunman shoved both Peri and Chance back into the room with his foot. He shut the door behind himself and leaned against it. "Stupid kids. They're lucky I didn't throw any punches." "Okay, okay, man." The second gunman put his handgun into a holster on his side, beneath his blazer. "This gig is easy money. Don't go using your abilities and screw it up." "Yeah..." Inside the room, Chance kept his palm over Peri's leg. "Oh my God, I'm sorry he shot you." "I'm ... I'm fine," she said in a weak tone. "I'm okay." "No you're not. I can feel the pain in my leg, too. You're hurting. I'm so sorry he shot you." "Marcus, it hurts. But not as bad as the rest of my body." She felt cold. Adrenaline spiked her blood. Her heart raced. Sweat beaded up on her forehead. Chance stared at her, puzzled. "My back hurts worse. And my jaw. God my jaw hurts. And I've got a wicked headache. My feet, my hands." She trailed off, panting from the debilitating aches throughout her body. "I ... I only feel the gunshot in your leg. You hurt elsewhere?" "Just ... give me a minute." She waved him away and put her hands on her leg to compress the bleeding. Chance frowned at her, unsure of what to do. He stood up and hobbled to the other end of the room. "Feeling your gunshot gave me a Charlie Horse." He glanced back at her, concern in his eyes. "I'll be fine, just ... shh." She leaned against the doorframe to the adjacent closet. Chance turned and glared out the window. He could see the brand new Bellagio peaking up over other buildings in the background. "Peri..." He kept his eyes on the window. After a moment he felt more pain than just his leg. His jaw began to hurt. His head began to ache. He reached for his lower back with a wince. His ankles hurt horribly. He turned back to face her on the floor in front of the closet, adjacent to the door to the hallway. Peri clutched at her thigh, blood gushed up between her knuckles, covering her hand. She drew her hands back from the wound and looked down at her palm. She opened and closed her fingers several times. "God my hands hurt." "I feel it," he said, panting from the pain. Peri looked up at him with glassy eyes; tears streamed down her cheeks. "You look like you're hurting a lot more than me," she said, looking back at him then down at her hands again. "She swallowed back the agony, trying to look tough. I can't believe that guy shot me." "You've got the adrenaline. My body knows there's nothing wrong with it, so it's not generating any. I think. But I feel your pain." "Marcus, I'm sorry you're going through this, too." All at once she gasped in exquisite, excruciating pain. She flailed back and flung herself across the carpet. Her body locked up. She curled into a fetal position. Peri opened her mouth to groan but she was breathless, despite the heavy flood of adrenaline to her system. Chance dropped to the floor, feeling everything she experienced in raw, sober detail. No adrenaline. He drew his knees to his chest in a ball, unable to cope with the intense pain. Everything became dizzy and distorted. Peri's body began to swell. Her mouth remained agape, unable to scream. She thrashed about. Her foot struck the closet door, pushing it all the way open. The dress fell from its hanger and draped over her face. She arched her back and brought her knees to her chest again. She was in shock from being shot. She couldn't think clearly enough to rationalize what was happening to her body. Her ankle shifted, snapping the joint only to reform itself. Her foot arched and her heel changed. The flesh of her foot split, bloodying her socks. Her toes clenched together and the skin began to fuse together. Her toenails pushed outward and changed shape. She kept her mouth open, unable to breathe. Her teeth changed shape. Her jaw shifted forward, elongating. Her jawline became narrow beneath the dress draped across her face. Her nose pushed forward against the fabric. Her intense headache consumed her. Her ears pushed upwards, moving higher than her temples. Peri arched her spine again. Her lower back felt as though it broke at every vertebra, which paralyzed her legs. Her feet trembled and her knees knocked together. The young woman's shoes began to split at the sides and front. Her left pant leg swelled up just above the knee. Her tailbone ached. A growth at the base of her spine filtered down along the backside of her thigh. Her shirt split at the back. Her bra strap snapped. The fabric cups drooped as the fat deposits of her small bust shifted away rapidly. Her waist expanded and her hips reshaped. The button of her pants broke. Chance watched, helpless, as she went through the painful and brutal change of her first transformation. Her eyes became grey in coloration and glazed over with a visceral look. Fur sprouted from the pours of her skin, growing in splotches and patches over her body in a surprisingly short amount of time. The tissue of her ears changed in shape. Animalistic ears sprouted from the top of her head. Her jaw snapped from the breaking of bones. The grinding sound of the bones reshaping was even more sickening. Her face grew outwards into a muzzle. Her fur became thick, until her flesh was covered. Dark dapple grey with mottled markings in clusters of lighter grey and brown, her fur continued to grow in thick. The remains of her shirt and jeans, still damp from being in the rain earlier, puffed up from the fluff growing beneath. Tears welled up in her eyes, which caused them to glisten. Her animalistic gaze softened, showing vulnerability. She reached to her torso where two lines of fleshy buds popped up along her belly and chest, seven nipples in all. She floundered about in anguish for another moment. Peri gasped, taking her first breath of air in nearly a minute. Peri felt overheated but didn't sweat. She *couldn't* sweat. Her clothes continued to rip at the seams unable to contain her larger frame, and then suddenly... All at once, the pain stopped. So many new sensations occurred at one time, the sensory overload was overwhelming. New smells, new sounds, the feel of ... *whiskers*. Out in the hallway, Peri heard the muffled voices of the two guards. "Yeah," said one guard to the other. "My girlfriend is stuck on the CAT. I think she said her bus number was 729." The second gunman's voice was equally muted through the door, yet easily audible to Peri's new ears. "No shit...? She's okay? Where did it get stuck?" "Jones Boulevard. She's good at the moment; says the 95 is a parking lot. No doubt in my mind this is going to be the straw that causes us to break up. If I wasn't working today, she wouldn't have been alone." Peri remained silent, lying still to regain her composure after the terrific pain of her first transformation. She crawled towards the door and continued to listen to the dialogue between the gunmen. "You ever met the Grand Justiciar? He's out of Chicago. He hates humans, man. If he ever heard that you date a mundane, he'd have flipped out on you, man. If she breaks up with you, just let it go. Better to find someone with abilities because your peers won't judge you, man." "You judge me?" "Nah, I don't even date. Fuck that noise." "Seriously?" "I'm neurotic, man. OCD, ADD, I get weird in relationships, man. I'm broken. I don't even have a dog. When I go home, I like shit quiet. I like it peaceful. I'll be happy when I die if it's quiet like Shakespeare says." "Damn, man. Not to sound gay or nothing, but I hate being alone." "Nothing wrong with being gay. My brother's gay; coolest guy I know. He likes shit to be quiet, too." The hotel door flew off its hinges, bowling down both men. An enormous grey-furred creature stood up on its hind legs with a dress draped over its head, across its shoulders. Massive hind-paws carried the animal through the doorframe. Two large forepaws reached forward, picking up both men by their throats. The werewolf clapped them together hard, smashing their bodies three times. Both men went limp. She threw them to the floor. Silence. Peri turned back towards the hotel room. Chance stood by the hotel bathroom door with wide eyes. She wore ripped socks that went from her ankle to her heel. Around her left calf, her pants were tight at the cuff, dragging the floor. She wore a thong, with her tail hanging out at the back, but the waistband was stretched to excess, and the fabric was bulged in the front from fur. "P-Peri is that you in there?" She trudged back towards him and leaned in close until her large, wet, black nose brushed against his. Chance froze; his heart pounded in his chest. In a slightly huskier voice, she said, "The pop tarts weren't enough to tide me over. I'm hungry." She stood up straight. "P-pop tarts. Right. Of course. You, uh ... you love pop tarts." "Hell yeah I do. But, like everything else on the market, they're loaded with preservatives, genetically modified corn syrup; all sorts of bad crap. Sugar is probably the best ingredient in there. I say we go talk to that guy now. Although I doubt he'll have any pop tarts for me." Chance swallowed back his initial fear and brought his hand up to touch the wetness she left on the tip of his nose. "I can't read you very well. All I can tell is ... that you're overheated." "I'll adjust. I can't sweat like this. Fur is blocking the pores. Sweat glands are inactive. Christ, I'm going to need one hell of a myofascial release. Not looking forward to that - it hurts. I doubt it'll be as bad as that transformation, though. Jesus, that was hell, wasn't it? Feel great, now, though." "A what? What's a myo...fash...al? I'm glad to see you're feeling better." "Hell yeah. This is awesome. I feel amazing. I was born for this. I can't believe it took a bullet in the leg to trigger my first time. I need to learn how to control it so I can do it whenever I want! Oh, and to answer your question... First-time transformations mess with the fascia, the muscles. Strands sometimes reconnect wrong. The first couple of transformations were hell on werewolves until Andrew Still came along in the nineteenth century." Chance stared at her, unable to read anything, including her. He remained silent with a black stare. A devious looking grin tugged at the corner of Peri's newly formed muzzle. "C'mon. I want to see this guy. Which way? Left or right?" She pulled the dress off of her head and draped it over the faces of the two men lying on the hallway floor. Chance stepped out into the hall, looked down at the broken door and the two motionless men. He licked his lips and pointed to the left. Peri's grin broadened. "Jackpot." Chance's head began to clear. The fear, confusion, and other emotions of witnessing Peri's painful transformation concluded. He could sense his surroundings again. "Let's do this, Mark." Chance nodded. He walked down the hall to the next door. "He heard the commotion. He's already calling for help." "Step back, kid." Peri took a position across from the office door. She put her foot on the hallway wall and tensed up. Chance licked his lips in apprehension. Peri launched herself across the hallway and used her shoulder to blast her way through the door. The handle lodged itself in the wall inside the room. She stumbled, amazed at how easily the door gave way. The werewolf stood up straight, flooded with confidence. She stepped into the business suite, and snarled. Her upper lip lifted, exposing her fangs. Chance telepathically fed off of Peri's intense confidence. He stepped in next and nodded politely to the man. "So. You're here to relax in your swanky new investment, huh? That makes me a business transaction, doesn't it? And damn ... you don't even care that I'm telepathic, nor do you care what they'll do to me because of it. All you want is more money, and the Esoteric Council has plenty of that, don't they?" The man looked from Chance to the werewolf. He stared at Peri for a moment. "I've never seen one of your kind after transformation. I've only heard stories. What is that mucus on your elbows and shoulders, were-beast?" "Were\_wolf\_, get it right, shrimp." Peri lifted her left arm, causing mucus in her fur to glisten in the room lighting. "It's pushed out during the transformation, especially if it happens quickly. So, are you going to talk to the kid? He asked you about what's going on." She eyed the man behind the desk, disappointed by his lack of fear. "I'll have to cover up what you've done to my guards. And yes, my day job allows me to make money. I'll leave Park Place after the acquisition, and find somewhere else to set up a new merger. That's what I do - I broker mergers for various groups." Silence. After a moment, Peri turned to Chance. "You know what would be awesome about being a telepath? I've always wanted to turn around in a big chair, hands folded, and say, '*I've been expecting you,*' but you could totally do that. Also, you could do this guy's job better than him without even trying." The man shifted his eyes to Chance. "Three billion dollars, boy. I'm making fifty million of that up front, and another two hundred and fifty million after the deal closes. Three hundred million dollars. That's what speaks to me. Money. I don't care if you know my thoughts. You don't have the personality or sales experience to steal my business deals, so you're no threat to me." Chance tilted his head somewhat. "I have a friend who can 'broker' a deal for you to look the other way and give us information. Three hundred million is chump-change to this friend. You and I could do business." "I have a better idea," said the man with a smile. "I let the council take you both, right here and right now. Then I tell Jonathan Parker that I have proof you two are friends, which will upset the Council. Then, Mr. Parker pays me whatever I want. It's called extortion. I get the money I want either way. You don't think like a businessman, boy. I do." Chance glanced back at Peri. "He's afraid. This is his poker face and it's a good one. But his biggest fear is death because it means he won't have his money anymore." The corners of Peri's muzzle tugged, feigning a toothy Cheshire smile. "I've been told the first bloodlust is always the most memorable one. Want me to rip him apart?" "No, wait." Chance turned back to the man and asked, "So, let me get this straight ... Philip Astor is it?" He took another step closer to the desk. "Who is my buyer?" Chance's style of speaking changed to mirror Philip's own. "With whom have you brokered a deal for the sale of information regarding the telepath? Wait ... no..." Chance moved closer to the desk. "My mistake - what is the name of the buyer interested in purchasing me?" Astor's eyes widened. "You want to reason with *him*? Those guys will end you because you're an invasion of their privacy. You don't have a chance." "I just might. In fact, if I let you live, you can call me Chance. What's his name?" Astor remained silent, but the trick worked, causing him to think about his business contacts. Chance folded his arms, feeling brave with the werewolf adjacent to him. "He gave up the name, Peri. Reinhardt and Sire St. Leonard. They're brothers. Apparently, they have the ability to make people do what they want with a mere suggestion." Astor glowered in anger. "You have no willpower when they speak, especially in the presence of Sire. Reinhardt's power of influence isn't quite as strong but he's twice as influential outside of his abilities. The brothers *hate* humans as much as telepaths. Wasn't your mother a mundane human? Oh, and wasn't your father trying to bring down part of our governing council with some information?" "Maybe it was time to fix things," Chance replied. Astor scoffed. "You know what is bad for business? Unplanned change. So," Astor said, getting his cocky edge back. "I'm going to wager a bet, boy. I'm willing to bet the farm that Reinhardt would kill you whether you were telepathic or not, and he will stop at nothing to make sure you die." "Okay." Peri approached Astor. He retreated from the desk, and moved to the bedroom section of the business suite. Peri followed with a calm, playful gait. Astor pushed himself up into the corner adjacent to the bed, eyes wide. "Wait!" Peri's expression became devious, offering a dark smile. "Guess your pals will be here soon, huh? Soon is still too long, and I'm hungry. That's okay, though, Philip. I'll settle for fast food." Peri moved in slow, watching him scrunch up against the wall. Chance felt Astor's confidence drop, and his fear spike. "He's scared to death, I can feel it." Peri grabbed Astor and threw him down on the bed. She opened her maw and bit down on his arm, wanting to hear him beg for his life. However, she couldn't sink her teeth into his skin. She strained, biting as hard as she could manage but she couldn't do much more than mar the flesh, creating a bruise. The werewolf lifted her head, eyes wide. "What ... the hell? You got a metal plate in your arm, Phil McCracken?" "It's true. I'm afraid to die," Astor said, adding, "The telepath is absolutely ri

ght. But I'm good at hiding my hand until it's time to play it." Chance swallowed, feeling as though his telepathy somehow failed him. "He manipulated us. He somehow fed me information on what he wanted me to think." Astor smirked. "You cannot do my job, boy. I take into account what abilities people have, and use them to my advantage." Chance approached the bed, standing next to Peri." I find it ironic that a man who has no emotional fortitude, when it comes to the thought of pain or death, has natural resilience to physical injury." Peri elbowed Chance. "You're talking like him again. I hope I rub off on you the same way. I'd love to hear you say or act random like me." She turned back to Astor and bared her teeth. "But let's see if your throat is as tough. Maybe your tongue can still be ripped out, or your eyeballs..." Astor sat up and shoved them both back. "Girl, you can't do much more than slobber on me." He drew his hand up and perused his marred wrist. "I'm surprised you were able to bruise me. But it won't be enough to kill me." Chance eyed him. He cut his gaze back to Peri. "It hurt him. He felt the bite." Chance smirked. "But hey, we're pretty high up. I wonder if he'll survive a *fall*." He glanced back at Astor. Peri's ears laid flat in frustration. "It would guarantee his escape if he does live from it," she said. "Hey, I heard people can die from tickle torture. Their lungs collapse or something." Chance furrowed his brows and looked back at Peri. "I imagine a person would go unconscious from not getting enough oxygen. To be honest, we don't have time for that." Astor smirked. "You're right, young man. You don't. They're going to..." Men came up the hall in a large group. Astor smiled. Peri's ears perked up. "...Ah, here they come now. I played the games, I thought in my mind how I'm afraid to die. It kept you both here. I waged and won this hand. Now ... you're the Grand Justiciar's problem." Peri snatched the man by his throat and hurled him at the group coming into the doorway. Astor's body bowled everyone down. She went to the window and gazed out. She saw a pool but it was too far to jump. "We're going to have to go through those guys, Mark." "Dammit." Chance clenched his hands and tried to repeat the mental attack he caused back in France but nothing happened. Peri cocked her head, staring sidelong at him. "What the hell is that look for? You constipated? Come on, we'll make it. You need a gun. Should have taken one from the guards. That was dumb of us." "Yeah. Rookie mistake made by two rookies." "Pretty much..." She watched as the men got to their feet. "We're trapped in this room, and I'm high on adrenaline. Also, I'm the only one who can fight." "Tamamo called you our weapon," he said. Chance swallowed down a lump in his throat, watching as the angry group of men stood. The soldiers appeared unharmed. "Look, Peri. They don't want you. They're satisfied to return you to your people. They might even help you find your original tribe. That's their job as a government. They want me; you don't even know me." "Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm batshit crazy." "Peri..." The man with the solid skin, helped up by another, forced his way back to the front of the group. "Oh, boy, one more thing ... did you know that your father wanted to use you?" Peri put her paw out, pushing Chance back behind herself. "Head games, huh? Figures, you seem the type to..." Chance stepped out from behind Peri. "Wait, what?" "That's right." Astor dusted his hands over his suit, smoothing it of wrinkles. "Your father wanted to use you to spy on the council. He needed your ability to prove his information about someone in their group. I broker more than deals; I sell information, too. Your own father wanted to use you for your ability when he found out about it. I just wanted you to know that before you die. You were just a tool for him. You didn't even have a very good relationship with him because he resented you." Chance sensed truth to the man's words, but refused to fall victim to another possible ploy. "Yeah, right. He took me to the hospital instead of going to the meeting." "Actually," Astor said with a smile, "you reminded him of his worthless human wife." Chance flinched. He empathically fed off of Peri's newfound confidence to keep his wits. "I doubt there's any truth to my dad using me. I manifested the day of the accident." "The initial word on the street was that you manifested the day you woke up. But your father used to be a council member. Council members don't receive the death sentence. They receive imprisonment. Of course, we told him that you're alive. But we also told him that you're an anarchist who doesn't remember anything." Chance ground his teeth together. "Bullshit. My father died in that fire. You're lying." "Do you even know his ability?" Astor asked. "Boy, your father wanted your help in taking the government in a new direction; that's his obsession. We interrogated him, so we know the truth. And then we told him that all you want to do is attack all supernaturals with the help of that dick sucker blond. Needless to say, your father was very disappointed." Chance balled his hands into fists. "First of all, you're a liar. You're a good one, but you're still a liar. If you ever mention Karla again..." Peri put her paw on his shoulder. "Just stop. You're embarrassing yourself, Mark. You're Charles Xavier. I'm Wolverine. Let me make the threats \_for\_you." Astor tilted his head. "You know, I could take you to meet Daniel Howard before your scheduled execution, young man." Astor adjusted his cufflinks with a smile. "There are a lot of people in this hall. Some of us have very imaginative abilities. You don't have a chance. Either jump out the window like idiots, or give up." Silence. Astor turned towards Peri. "Also, the boy is right. As he would be, since he can read all of us ... Miss Darken was it?" "You can eat a fat one, Phil." Astor rolled his eyes. "I mean that you can come with us. You were manipulated by a telepath. We don't hold you as guilty." Peri scoffed. Her ears laid. Her whiskers lowered along her muzzle. "You assholes have treated us worse than Colonial people treated Native Americans. Some of my people forgive it because it happened a long-ass time ago, but some of you age slowly." "Our people have had our differences," said Astor. "The Esoteric Community and the Mythological community has found peace." "First of all, we're not mythological. You asshats have known about vampires, werewolves, and the fae for a long time." Astor held his hands up. "I'm being sincere, Ms. Darken. We will return you to the nearest lycanthropy reservation." Peri's ears lifted. "My brother says to forgive and forget." Her ears lowered again. "But I say ... I'm going to eat every last one of you bastards." Chance turned to her and put his hands up. "Peri! This is your chance to walk away! You \_just\_got your ability! Don't throw it away on me - some kid you don't even know!" Astor folded his arms. "He's right, dog girl. This is your last chance to walk away. I'm growing impatient. Make a decision." Peri looked down at her newly formed, velveteen padded paws. The gossamer sheen of mucus was nearly dry. Silence. Peri lifted her eyes. "A demigod spirit came to me in my dreams and I know how much you people hate deities. Well, I'm \_very\_spiritual. And that woman told me I would fight with my heart and rescue this boy. And she told this boy that \_I\_would be a weapon. Now. Let me show you why faith is more powerful than you people and your political drama." Peri stormed across the room and reached for the first two men on either side of Astor. The man in her left paw brought his hands up and drove his fingernails into her skin, causing blood to soak her fur, matting it down. She fought the pain and crushed his throat until his neck broke. The man in her other massive paw brought his foot up and struck her in the shin. Her leg broke with the first strike. She eased up on his neck. The supernatural soldier grabbed her and threw her across the room. Peri struck the wall, leaving a mark in the surface with a crack that went to the ceiling. She dropped to the floor and howled in pain, landing on her fractured leg. Astor adjusted his tie and smiled. "You know how, in movies, you fight through a hoard of people and the last one in the group is always the most impressive and difficult to defeat? Video games call that person the 'boss' of the stage." His eyes shifted over to Chance. Chance turned to Peri, swallowed, and glanced back at the group of men surrounding him. A smile spread across Astor's lips. "Guess what, boy? Your friend went for the boss before fighting everyone else. My guard out in the hall was able to throw punches that could penetrate most materials. Steel I-beams, oak blocks..." "The one that Peri killed?" Astor shrugged. "He'll likely survive. Regardless," Astor gestured towards the man that threw Peri into the wall a moment prior. "This gentleman man can bend a steel I-beam by *pinching his fingers together*. He could break you two in half with ease." Astor turned to the strongman and said, "Finish her slow so the boy can watch." "Yes, Mr. Astor." Philip Astor excused himself from the group and left. The remaining nine men piled into the hotel room. The man that threw Peri stood at the front of the group. "He's right. She went for the toughest guy of the pack. Mister Astor is really well off. He has humans in his family but he invests so much money into things the EC needs that we treat him like the bar of gold he is. And now, see, you've gone and attacked the wrong man." Chance looked at Peri with a frown. He glanced back at the man at the front of the pack. "If ... if I can beat you in a boxing match, will you let us go?" The group of men snickered amongst themselves. Finally, the strongman folded his arms. "You're telepathic. You'd dodge every strike and wear me down with little jabs. I'm not an idiot. Thing is, it would only take one successful strike to kill you. And I'd eventually land one, you'd just know it's coming before I land it." "Enough fucking talking!" One of the men at the back of the group pushed his way to the front. "I'm sick of this shit. Let's finish these two. I heard the electro-freak escaped from the train and I want to fight that guy. I heard he's a tough old bastard and you're taking me away from *that* hunt." The second man approached Chance. "I bet you can't wait to see my ability." He lifted his chin a bit. Chance dropped to the floor, gasping in pain. "What th-the...?" He read words from the man's head and said, "You can microwave th-things?" The Chance rolled onto his side, gasping. He laid flat onto his back, overheated from the inside out. Without warning, the man attacking Chance went to the floor with Peri atop of his body. She closed her muzzle over his throat, bit down hard, and jerked her head from left to right. She turned about, on all fours, but with her injured rear leg held aloft. She padded towards the group, causing most of them to back up into the hallway. "There's going to be blood on the walls at the Caesar. And when I find the punk politician who started this shit, I'm going to go straight up Casca on his ass." She followed them into the hallway. They continued to back away. The group of men tripped over Philip Astor in the hallway, his body half embedded in the wall. Chance followed Peri out into the hall until they came across the remains of Astor, who was embedded in the floor from his waist up. Chance's eyes widened. He felt a familiar presence nearby. "Karla!" He turned to Peri, adding, "She followed the supernaturals who rushed here to help. She's here somewhere ... she's..." he trailed off and tilted his head somewhat. "She's fighting someone." All at once, the entire group found themselves atop the parking garage, adjacent to the hotel, in the hard rain. Everyone appeared together - eight men, Peri, Chance, Karla, someone the succubus had been fighting, the two dead men, and Astor, who appeared half lodged in the parking deck. The rain came down at an impressive rate, causing everyone to hold their hands up to shield their face. Karla stood at the center, using telekinesis to create a bubble around herself. Rain glanced off of the invisible umbrella. She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Chance unharmed. She cut her gaze to the enormous werewolf, now a sodding wet dog. Everyone looked about, trying to get their bearings in the new setting. "Here's the deal!" Karla announced in a loud voice. "We talk this out or we fight it out." She pointed back towards the adjacent hotel building. "Because people are looking out the windows to see the flood, undoubtedly someone is going to see this fight. Not that they'll see much in this rain, at this distance. So if you want to fight, I'm down for it!" One of the attackers approached Karla. She smirked, adding, "But they're probably tourists standing at those windows! So who knows if one of those people have a fancy camera with a nice zoom lens. Am I wrong?" The attacker paused. He backed away from Karla. Silence. Karla smirked. "So what's it going to be?" The group of men turned to one another and spoke softly, discussing their options. Chance grimaced. "Karla, Peri is injured." Peri stood up on both feet, albeit slowly. The bone had already begun to mend. "I'm fine." She reached a clawed finger down to her thigh where she'd been shot earlier and pressed her finger against where the wound had healed. "Poke ... poke ... poke ... yup, fine. So, check out the freaking football team over there, talking about their Statue of Liberty play." The men, nine in all, remained huddled together. Karla approached Chance and Peri, and showed where she'd been grazed on her bicep. In an English accent, Karla quoted an old comedy movie. "It's just a flesh wound." A weak smile tugged at the werewolf's muzzle. "I love Monty Python." "Karla...! You've been shot, too?" Karla nodded. "Tis but a scratch!" "Peri took one in the thigh, then some guy kicked her in the shin and broke her leg." Karla winced empathetically. "Thank you for keeping him safe. You okay, champ?" Peri grimaced, her facial expressions surprisingly human-like for having the face of a wolf. "No dog names." "I ... hmm, guess you're right about that one." Karla looked over Peri and frowned. "At least the rain is washing the blood out of your fur." Peri grimaced. "I'm disappointed you're not as jazzed about my transformation as I am, Cheerleader." "No dog names for you, no pep-rally nicknames for me." "Deal." Peri ran her paws up and down her arms, forcing the blood to wash out quickly. "Some of this blood belongs to the guy who tried to nuke Mark from the inside out." Karla blinked. "You guys went up against Chef Boyardee? I didn't see him." She looked across the rooftop at the nine men still huddled, discussing their options. "That's what I call him, anyways. God, he's a nasty bastard, too." "Karla ... she killed him," Chance glanced back at the other group, huddled together. "They're a hung jury. Half of them want to get back to someone in the council, report their findings, and go from there. The rest of them want to bring our heads back on pikes and act like heroes to their peers. I'm not ready to watch you two fight for my life. It's not fair to you two that I can't pull my own weight." "Chance," Karla trailed off, reached up, and touched his cheek with her palm. The succubus offered a soft smile. "Shut the fuck up and stop assigning gender roles. I love you." "Don't go kissing in the rain," Peri said with a roll of her eyes. "Not the time or place. They're looking back over here like we're meat. But hey, at least it isn't hailing." Karla rubbed her face, her shirt again saturated with water like earlier. "God. I wouldn't fight out here if it was hailing. Some of those guys have weird abilities. One of them can freeze this rain, or at least any water within several feet. He's not going to use it in public, because that would get him in trouble. So, he's limited to gun-slinging. Another one of those guys has limited telekinesis. He can only lift himself. He won't fly in public, so he's a chump in this arena. One of those guys can change his skin like a chameleon. Useless out here, especially in the rain on a large open space like this." Chance nodded. He directed his voice towards Karla, but kept his gaze forward. "I can't believe you teleported all of us at the same time without killing anyone. I'm really proud of you," he told her. "See? You didn't need Ethan to teach you." Karla pointed to the left, where Philip Astor was half buried in the ground. "That guy had it coming, though. You can't harm him physically. And it's not like the movies or a video game, where it wears off. He's like that all the time. Never had a vaccination shot, so he has that microwave guy kill germs ... whatever, the point I'm trying to make is I killed that guy. By accident in the hotel. Definitely on purpose when moving him out here." Chance nodded. "He made a video game reference earlier." "He loves playing them," Karla said. "It's probably the most normal thing about him." She looked back down at Astor's emotionless face. "God I hated him." "Why?" asked Peri. "He killed my sister's friend, Beth in 1899 - a succubus from England. She survived being attacked by Jack the fucking Ripper, but dies because Philip Astor liked drugging his sex toys." Karla rubbed her hands together in the rain. "Come to think of it, it felt really good to kill that jackass." She turned and spit on Philip Astor's emotionless face. "I wish it wasn't raining. Makes spitting less insulting." Peri turned to Karla. "Can you teleport all of those asshats the same way? Can you kill them?" asked Peri. "I've burned through all my mojo, sister. I'm spent." Chance looked back at the group across the rooftop. "They're weighing their options but I think they're going to fight." "Great." Karla pushed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. "I followed them from the train to here. Some of those guys are no joke. One of them can empower any weapon he holds, so that it becomes supercharged and beyond lethal. I don't know how it works, except that the weapon discharges some sort of energy when it hits its target. You don't want to be on the end of that. It doesn't work with guns or arrows, just handheld stuff." "Anyone else?" asked Peri. Karla rubbed her chin. "One of them is a vampire. They're not going to be easy, especially as a group." "They've decided," Chance said. He folded his arms and frowned, seeing the group approach from across the rooftop parking deck. "They've all agreed to fight while one of them goes for help." Eight men made a line in front of the trio. Karla rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Peri growled, delighted to fight. "Red Rover, Red Rover, get ready to bend over." "None of them live," said one of the men. "This ends today." Chance swallowed, sensing the finality in the man's mind. The leader of the group wanted vengeance and violence. Chance rubbed rain from his eyes and swallowed again. Peri crouched down, ready for a fight. Karla stepped out of her high heels, ready to fight. Chance sighed. "Well, gang. This is it. We lost the mirror, but we got Sinopa and Nathan back. We're one-for-one. It's time to score another win." "Mark, your pep-talks are worse than your threats." Peri howled long and loud. She opened and closed her claw-covered paws twice. "Let's fight them already!" --- Next Chapter: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/698972](https://www.sofurry.com/view/698972)

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, alchemy, witch Text: After much deliberation, the townspeople came to the conclusion that the old shack in the middle of woods must be a place of witchcraft, and they schemed of a way to purge such terrifying acts from their vicinity. Truthfully, none of the superstitious farmers or their gossiping housewives that populated the little hamlet had actually witnessed the use of magic inside or around the lonely little hut surrounded by decaying, blackened land, but travelers along the path leading to the next town over could peer through the tangle of barren trees and see the dilapidated house, with its crooked chimney and moss-fringed windows sitting in a large, yet shallow depression in the ground, and shudder at the ugliness of it all. This was reason enough that something had to be done about it, before the murky waters spilled into the village roads and the rotten vegetation creeped into their homes in the middle of the night. But the townspeople were not vicious enough to take up pitchforks and torches and force out whatever type of individual had been holed up inside the shack for several unsettling years. Instead, their ambitious plots passed between them through idle chatter, longing for when someday that demon would burn itself up accidently in a gout of green fire or when the swamp would swallow everything on top of it. This talk only seemed to overexcite the children of the village. They would scurry away in groups and coax each other into throwing stones at the shack from the marsh's edge - a significant distance that let not even a man's strength be enough to bounce a pebble off the woodwork - and when they'd run out of ammunition, they'd hurl insults along the lines of whoever was living in such a huge privy was probably so hideous that they could make a toad go belly-up and croak from their very visage. The hut was habitually unresponsive. One of the village boys would go alone to the outskirts of the mire, not so much to use his adult language but rather look for ways of traversing the swamp. He wanted to be the one that would thwart the magician and become the hero of his hometown, canonized for his victory over the forces of evil. He had mapped out a series of jumps across some stumps and stones to stay out of the thick, entrapping mud, but hadn't managed to find a safe way to make the final step to where the ground seemed firmer. As if by fate, he arrived at the swamp's edge one afternoon to realize that a sturdy tree trunk had collapsed near a cluster of rocks, and after some hesitation he seized the chance to make a complete crossing and become the first of his town to arrive at the doorstep of the shack, and possibly be bold enough to enter. The boy scouted around the sides of the establishment, squinting through the boarded-up windows, scuffling away the moss, but could hardly see inside the blackness of the hut. He heard a terrifying squelch behind him. "A visitor!" The boy whirled around to see a smiling woman dressed entirely in black, with a wide-brimmed conical hat adorned with various ferns and berries. She had a stout stature and appeared young and spry, still in the prime of her adulthood. She hefted a basket full of oddly-colored plants to her shoulder and tossed her head of chestnut hair that spilled down her upper back, revealing a tiny mole that sat on her right cheek. She was not quite as disgusting as the boy and his fellows had imagined, nor did she seem as threatening either. "You are from the village, aren't you, little one? I don't believe anyone has paid me a visit before. Come in, come in!" The woman circled around to the shabby front door and beckoned for the boy to follow. He warily did so, letting her shuffle first into the darkness and put her basket and her hat down on some inscrutable table. She put a hand into her sleeve and tossed something high into the air above her. Suddenly a chandelier burst into luminescence in all of its eight sconces, at first a vivid, otherworldly emerald, but then transitioned to a bright orange glow that spread to all corners of the shack. A few specks of a white powder snowed down from its pointed frame as the woman took her basket and went to a large wooden chest towards the western wall of the interior, her boots clumping softly. "Tinderflakes," she announced proudly, looking back at the boy who seemed entranced by the display and had stepped in. Her voice wasn't reedy or scratchy by any regard. "They react with a special resin that alights without any heat or burning. Only I know where to harvest them, along with the rest of my special ingredients. I run most of my experiments here, you see, unlocking the many secrets of nature." The boy swept his gaze clockwise around the single, surprisingly spacious, and organized room. There were no sacrifices pegged to the walls, rodents scurrying about, or anything sharp for the boy to wield. A dozen potted plants here and there, a large cauldron, shelves littered with glass bottles and a rainbow of liquids, the owner's bed and fireplace, an impressive bookcase, a desk and dining table - all of which seemed very ordinary indeed for a witch. "Impressive, isn't it?" the witch beamed with a full set of teeth. "There are so many interesting mixtures I have bottled up on these shelves." She disregarded her basket and pointed to a certain flask in a swarm of others. "See this one, boy? It washes away any stain from one's clothes. And over here," she sidled to another. "This one contains what has to be the most delightful smell in all the land! Just one drop on the wrists and... But, oh! Over here!" In an instant the witch had youthfully bounded over to the other side of the hut and pulled out a flask large enough to be confused for holding wine out from a cupboard. She held it out with a flourish. "This, I believe, is my own infallible cure to Barkfever - enough to save a whole village! Alchemy is so wonderful, isn't it, little one?" The boy was both stupefied and amazed at such claims. His cousin had just succumbed to the untreatable disease a winter ago, and this strange lady was flaunting a supposed elixir to it. He was starting to betray his suspicions, but where were the poisons? What awful magic was hiding the sight of animal bones and the scent of rotting flesh? What had felt like fear to the boy was slowly becoming intrigue. The witch was eyeing the lack of terror in his expression. "You must be curious, yes? Shall I show you how I craft them? It's quite basic. You may even try yourself!" Her face continued to brighten. "Then you can show the people of your village and there will be happiness for all! Come, come! There is a recipe for a miniature cloud in one of these books. Doesn't that sound fun?" The boy was taken aback by the offer, unsure of whether his pursuit of betraying the witch was worthwhile or even possible. The boy drew closer to the friendly magician as she searched within the cupboards. "There is a certain enchanted sample that I keep for experiments involving some need for wind, since there is no breeze indoors, you see," she commented. "Ah, take a look at this, little one..." She held up an ordinary bottle with nothing particularly inside it. The cork that stoppered it was splotched with a red dot, possibly to note its potential volatility. "It may look empty, but there are countless wicked winds shut up inside this container, ones from the most tumultuous storms. Hold it in your hands." Carefully accepting the bottle, the boy clasped the sides and immediately noticed the vibrations that coursed up and down it. It felt like there was something heavy rattling around inside, but there was no definite weight to accompany it. The movement ricocheted around every inch of glass like how a long, flat hum tickles the teeth and the lips. The witch was already focusing on the next steps, getting ready to start a fire in the cauldron. "Now we need to make some steam..." she mused to herself. The boy was left holding the bottle of intense winds, unsure of what to use it for. He was getting interested in how it would escape, and fumbled with his stubby fingernails to ease the cork out. He twisted it into his torso with the opening pointed away and pulled; the stopper came free and shot out towards the far wall, knocking once on the planks before being lost behind the bed. At the same moment, there let out a sharp fwoosh, but the boy felt nothing from the bottle to indicate where the sound could have disappeared to so suddenly. There was a brief silence. The witch reacted and spun about, an urgent question on her mind, but before speaking, her ribcage seemed to lurch up with some sort of spasm and interrupted her. Her mouth hung open and her green eyes widened and blinked, waiting precariously for another odd sensation. And when it didn't come, she tried to form the words again, yet pursed her lips and locked her arms around her middle. Staring at each other, the boy studied the witch as she slowly swallowed nothing and stayed still. "You opened it," came the soft statement, half in irritation and half in disbelief. Her often warm expression fell into a serious one, and before the boy could admit what happened, she hurried to the bookshelves and put her hands between four volumes in a row. Struggling to lift them all at once, she gathered herself to raise them up, then sighed deftly and dropped them, creating a plume of dust as the books fell about. Her arms pressed into her sides again, and she still seemed intent to not breathe. The boy noticed that the witch's dress looked rounder than before. Frustrated, she looked to him. "Little one, you must help me find a cure," she explained quickly. "Pick these up and-- Ah, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" The fresh dust in the atmosphere sent her into a coughing fit. Several times her lungs automatically sucked in air and roughly released it, and with each inhalation, it became more apparent to the boy that the shape of the witch's dress was bulging around her stomach. As one hand covered her mouth and nose and the other lay on her belly, the sight of her lowered arm creeping outward with every draw of her breath made it easy to conclude something dramatic was happening to her indeed. The witch let out a cry as she realized the worsening deformity of her abdomen and staggered away to cleaner air, and the boy saw how far she had swollen in such a short time; no feasible amount of unborn could estimate its growth. The ink-black fabric of the witch's shrinking dress had distended outward like the single beady pupil of a cyclops, the gaze widening and looming nearer. She attempted to encompass her enlarging belly with her arms, fighting to rein it in, as the indent of her navel pushed itself out of her reach. Her stretched skin gave very little to her desperate compresses, and as every effort required just the tiniest whiff of air, she only continued to gradually swell herself up, bleating out a few uncomfortable moans. "Little one," the witch hissed out. "The cure: please, you have to find it!" The boy did not know where to start looking, nor did he have any interest to. This sense of helplessness the witch was revealing may be a sign that she may finally be at a disadvantage. He chose to only stand there wordlessly and observe; this was much more interesting magic. The witch became angrier at the boy's inaction until she had to take in more of the necessary, yet dangerous air. The boundaries of her body grew another several inches with the help of her gasp, her belly adopting a slightly ovular shape as it extended from her wide waist. "Boy," she snapped. "Are you not listening to me? Why do you stand there like a stupid animal?" The witch's dress had nearly slipped up past her undergarments, but her stomach had grown enough to shield the sight of them. "I cannot fathom a more untimely moment for you to be so... Ohhh..." She trailed off as a wide rip in her dress purred out above the sound of her voice, somewhere underneath the horizon of her tremendous bulge. The boy saw the peachy-colored gap linger like a smile beneath her navel, then only grin broader as the witch took a cautious, deep breath, the air being welcomed into the huge cavity. The stretching, crackling and snapping continued around the otherwise seamless curve of her belly, meeting her swollen-out sides and wandering up and down her incredibly gravid form. Her dress split apart like a pair of curtains as her stomach reared forward and swayed lazily to and fro. The witch clasped her freed stomach with her hands, astonished at its size, firmness, and apparent capacity. Her sight of the boy was quickly disappearing, and each new inhalation seemed to add to her volume at a faster rate. She was a human bellows that could only suck in indefinitely, and to what end, she wasn't sure. The witch tried to stagger forward but lost her balance, overcorrected and toppled backward with a whimper. She tried to lift herself on her palms, rocking side to side, but her stiff, engorged belly allowed for very little movement, rubbing uncomfortably on the wooden timbers. She tilted her head up towards her blimping body, her vision hampered with only the remains of black fabric draped across her breasts, and the immense prominence of her stomach beyond them with its true dimensions unclear. Panic began to seep in like a trickle of blood oozing out from a minor, fresh cut. The witch drew in a shuddering breath at the realization of this emotion, and the boy witnessed the quivering mass of her belly stretch outwards and upwards even farther. She was becoming no more than a flesh-colored mound with a head-sized divot growing bigger and bigger with each human pump of oxygen. When it expanded in turn with her breathing, her skin had a loose, almost gentle wobble to it. In between breaths, her belly contracted slightly, looking taut and dangerous until it blew out easily once again. "L-little one..." the witch stammered. "This is becoming too much! Please, do something!" The boy was tiptoeing towards the door, a half of him feeling confident and another a bit afraid. The witch could be too far gone to save. Her belly pressed against the floor and continued its rising, bulging, broadening push for more space as she began to lose control of herself. The witch huffed and panted in a frenzy, truly immobilized by her stomach. She briefly swung her legs and slapped her hands against its drum-like surface in a tantrum. She swelled at an exponential rate, each undulation putting several inches more to her size, packing her fuller, making her helpless under the maddening growth. "Ahhh...! Ahhhh!" The witch's skin could be heard slithering as it surged out again and again, trembling and wavering as if it were a dandelion playing in the wind. Still her belly grew ominously, higher from the floor than she could stand, and wider than a pair of barn doors. There was a faint perpetual stretching sound from somewhere inside her, a sense of taxation that a piece of fabric would emit before it would tear, getting deeper in pitch. The witch, squeezing her eyes shut to the sight of her massive body, feared such a limit, but couldn't yet feel it in discomfort. Rather, the huge quantities of air within almost lazily took up space. There was an unnatural, unpressurized force she contained that felt like it could be pent up forever and ever. It didn't ease her mind. Creaks began to accompany every pulse of her belly that rumbled forth like a brewing, towering thundercloud, casting waxing shadows on the walls it began to approach. Something stiff brushed up against her expanded middle, and the witch yelped thinking it might be hazardous, but found it could be pushed along. The table slowly grated its way across the floor, spurred onwards by the mighty swell. The boy positioned himself in the door frame, ready to shut her in if she kept growing. He was debating to run and find a villager with a sewing needle to burst the colossal bubble in the shack, but that would mean exposing his secretive plan. He continued beholding the sight of the impossibly round witch, aware of all of the low groans and grumbles that sounded with every dangerous intake. "Boy!" came a distant gasp, and then another portentous creak. "If you're still there... Help meeeee!" The witch's belly was truly enormous, an expansive, tight-looking bulb that shielded most of the hut from view. It continued to work towards taking up every free space while signaling aloud it didn't have the strength to. There was tension in the air, in her skin - a mystery of just what sort of destructive outcome was ready to reveal itself. Her belly button tilted upwards ever so slightly as the floorboards were smothered by her girth, a cacophony of wooden complaints accompanied by the grinding of the table legs, on course to smash up against the walls. Yet the witch's stomach grew bigger and bigger, the rest of her body diminutive in size in the back of the room and fruitlessly struggling to slow it down. She folded up her legs and planted her hands across her mouth, eyes widening and wincing with every incredible spurt that forced her even larger, stuffed her perilously with harmless gas. Every breath came with a terrifying and awestriking stretch, give and swell, the feeling of more and more skin pressing up against the furniture convincing her she was getting beyond immense, especially for the shack. The boy steeled himself as the menacing protuberance bloated ever rounder, edging nearer, eclipsing the light of the chandelier and growing dark and brooding. It was impossible to see over its mass, practically a bulging wall. The narrow crevices between the structure and her stomach were closing. All that was present was the massive, overgrown belly, unable to be slowed towards its destruction, quaking and creaking and quivering perilously to a final harrowing crescendo...! The witch's gut halted just several feet away from the boy. The yawning belly button looked spacious enough to swallow him whole. The faintest evidence of a stretch mark here or there had been sketched on her blimped body. There was a brief silence as the hulking belly wavered in place and settled down. Then it began to tremble with the slightest bit of mirth, and an unnerving cackle rose from somewhere seemingly far away. "Hee hee hee hee heeee...!" A pause, and the belly crept forward with an agonizing groan. "Eeeeeeh hee hee hee hee heeee...! Oh, little one!" came an oddly gleeful cry, and another puff. "Isn't it amazing how the body can be pushed to its absolute limit and beyond?! For years, magic strived to imitate the gods, to capture their qualities in man...!" The witch grunted as she swelled again. "To rival them in endlessness..." Groan. "...in endurance..." Groan. "...in SIZE! More! MORE!" Groooooan! The boy slammed the door shut just as the witch's belly heaved itself out of the frame. He tried to back into the door and felt double the amount of force pressing the opposite way. He bolted from the shack's exit, still hearing the worsening din and the maniacal laughter of a woman filling up to the roof. He threw himself down behind a knoll near where the grass turned to swamp and watched the planks of the hut shift, bend, and buckle. The boy started to fear that if not even her home could stop her, nothing would. The insides splintered and shattered while the massive belly creaked and rumbled, just on the brink of breaching the walls. "Ohhhhh! Alchemy is so wonderful, isn't it, little one?!" Just as the wild moan rent the air above the squealing of the timbers, the boy remembered the pointed finial on the bottom of the chandelier... He heard a pop like a cork and then a savage wind blew out the windows and flung the door off its hinges. Green fire belched from the openings, flaring out of every seam in the walls and roof. The boy kept his head down as the gusts rushed over him and the inferno fueled by dozens of spilled potions raged on a distance away. As the wind calmed to a breeze he peered up and saw the hut still flickering, but finally silent. It was too dark to see what remained inside. The walls seemed to sway for a moment, and then the building sighed and collapsed inward, flattened into a smoldering pile of lumber that could gasp no longer, and let the magic that had at last been expelled from the region linger as whispers in the dead trees.

Title: Swat Kats Hollow Arc Chapter 4 by Polaris the Dragon Tags: Action, Adventure, Bleach, Commander, Crossover, Feral, Reaper, Shingami, Squad, SwatKats, Zanpakto, chance, clawson, furlong, guard, jake, kats, soul, steele, swat, thirteen The next morning Chance awoke to the familiar sound of his alarm going off. With a sigh he hit the off button, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Unsurprisingly Jake was already there with a bowl of cereal and milk on the table. "Morning Jake, I take it our newest member is not up yet?" Chance asked as he prepared his own breakfast and sat down at the table. "Yup that is just about sums it up." Jake replied coolly as he took a bite of his cereal. "And I have no plans of getting him up. Knowing Steele he will complain until our ears bleed, and besides it is not our fault if he is late for his first day of work." "True, but he better hope that we do not have any calls or else we are dragging his sorry tail out of bed." Chance said. "So let's get the shop open so we can get to work." Jake said putting his bowl into the sink and walked out of the kitchen towards the garage. Chance finished his cereal and followed Jake making sure to grab the keys to the garage as he left. They opened the shop at 9 a.m. and just in time for three cars to come in. They managed to fix the cars by mid day only to have two more come in. It was not until 1 p.m. that Steele final came down still in his night cloths. Chance and Jake glared angrily as he walked past and made his way towards the kitchen. "What are you looking at?" Steele asked giving them a hard glare. "You, the shop opened at o 900 and you did not show up for work." Chance growled angrily. "Now get dress, grab a rag and start getting to work before I bring dad into this." "Oh brining your dad into this real mature." Steele said with a roll of his eyes. "Yah, and you can explain why you were not working when you were suppose to David." Jake replied. Steele opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the words out the alarm went off. Chance rushed over the phone and picked it up in a heartbeat feeling relieved to have this distraction. "Yes Mrs. Briggs?" Chance said. "T-bone we have a problem downtown, Dark Kat is unleash of some sort of invisible monsters and the enforcers are getting creamed." Callie said over the radio. "Were on it Mrs. Briggs." Chance replied and hung up the phone. "We got problems remember that thing that attacked us yesterday?" "Yah what about it Chance?" Jake asked. "Well Dark Crud was the one controlling it and now more of them are attacking downtown." Chance said. "Crud we got to go immediately, Steele stay here and guard the shop. Remember if anyone asks we are on a tow." Jake ordered as he and Chance rushed down to the hanger and got ready to take off. X-X (Meanwhile on the Fearship) "You had better not fail me Todd." Dark Kat said putting his fingertips together. "I will not Dark Kat, when have I ever failed you." A tan furred kat with brown tiger strips on his arms said. "Besides with the hollows at our side nothing will stop us from taking over this city, and then the world." "Excellent and what about the Swat Kats, how do you plan to deal with them?" Dark Kat asked. "The best part of the hollow is that not only is it invisible to the human eye, but also is extremely resistant to almost all weapons. There is no weapon so far that can destroy them, the Swat Kats will drop like flies before us." The kat Todd said turning around to reveal a large hole in the middle of his chest. "I am glad you think that but the real test will soon begin, which is also why we are staying as far away from the city as possible." Dark Kat said hitting a button on his terminal and a giant screen. "And should you fail there will be no mercy." "Of course master no mercy." The kat Todd replied. X-X When T-bone and Razor arrived on the scene everything was in utter chaos. The enforcers were firing their weapons at random and utterly missing their target. "Are you seeing what I am seeing buddy?" T-bone asked. "A giant monster with a weird white mask yup. Wonder why Feral's men cannot see it? It is so large that I think it would be really hard to miss." Razor replied. "This is Ann Gora Kats Eye's News where an unseen monster is attacking the city. The Enforcers themselves also seem to be having a hard time brining this creature down. This may be the final hour of Megakat history as we know it." Ann said on the T.V. "Crud it looks like we are the only ones who can see that thing buddy." T-bone growled. "Yeah and if Feral keeps this up then someone is going to get hurt." Razor added. "Alright, slicer missiles do your thing." Several slicer missiles launched from the Turbokat and opened up as it streaked across the sky. The monster noticed this however and smacked the missiles away the shot a large blast of blue energy. "Crud we cannot destroy this thing even with the dimensional radar." T-bone said as he tried desperately to steady the Turbokat. "There is one way." Razor said pulling out a candy dispenser from his pocket and popping a green pill into his mouth. At first Chance could have sworn he was going mad and seeing two Jakes in different costumes until the other Jake dressed in the black kimono and white jacket said. "Stay here and keep them busy buddy. I will explain on the way back." "Got it," T-bone replied as the kimono Jake popped open the canopy and jumped out and landed in midair. "Wow that has got to be the coolest thing ever. Hey back there you think you can run the gunner seat while Jake is out. "You bet Jake san programmed me with everything I need to know about the control panel in the Turbokat." The Razor said in a weird voice. "Well that is good to know." Chance said with a smile. He did not know what was going on but he had a feeling the battle was about to turn around. "Now roar and strike, Ryuujin." Jake said as he drew the katana at his waist. The katana immediately changed and became slightly shorter, the guard turned into a dragon that looked as though it was devouring the blade and on the end of the handle was a claw that was grasping a large sapphire. "Ha who is this new little kitty, come to play?" The white masked creature asked with a laugh. "Well it looks like you are all doomed." "You are wrong hollow." Jake said raising his arm and pointing his katana at the white masked creature. "When I am through with you there will be nothing left of you to send to hell or the soul society." "That is what you think fool," The creature called a hollow said opening its mouth and immediately a dark line appeared across its mouth followed by a large blast of red energy. "Cero," Was all Jake could shout before having to dodge the attack. T-bone did a barrel roll and nearly missed getting hit by the attack. "What the heck was that?" T-bone growled. "A cero, an attack that hollows use that compresses their spiritual pressure and fires it into one large beam of energy. It is not accurate and takes a long time to power up but it is really powerful should you get hit by it." Razor said "Thanks for the info, but how do we defeat that thing?" T-bone growled. "We cannot only Jake san can. A hollow can only be defeated by a zampakto." Razor said. "Now it is my turn." Jake said grasping the hilt of his katana. He charged towards the hollow with incredible speed that put him almost in front of the hollow. The hollow swiped at Jake but he merely sidestepped the attack and slashed his katana upward across the creatures mask. "Tch to shallow" Jake said as part of its mask came off. The hollow roared in pain and back handed Jake through the air. "Jake are you alright buddy." Chance asked. "Yah I am fine, just did not see that attack coming is all." Jake replied through his communicator. "You are going to pay for this shingami." The hollow shouted then launched a barrage of barrage of strange green energy. Jake quickly slashed through several of them before one hit him in the abdomen and sent him flying across the sky. The hollow laughed and shouted, "Blast" A giant explosion erupted around Jake followed by a large black smokescreen. "Humph you almost got me there. I have to admit that attack is very powerful I would not have made it if I had not used this technique." Jake replied "No way that is impossible." The hollow said as the smoke began to clear. T-bone could see Jake standing in the middle with a clear barrier in front of him. Jake smiled and grasped the hilt of his sword again and smiled. "Bakudo 81 splitting void, a very useful spell don't you think?" Jake asked as he dispelled the clear barrier. "now if that was all you have shall we finish this?" "Raaaar don't get cocky shingami I have only just begun." The hollow shouted and tried to lash out at Jake. "Eat buzz saw missiles you white masked freak." T-bone shouted as he launched the Turbokat towards the hollow. Razor launched several buzz saw missiles which soared through the air and sliced through the hollows arm then exploded. "Nice now it is my turn." Jake shouted jumping into the air and slicing through the hollows mask. "Like I said before if that is all you have then lets end this." The hollow let out another ear piercing roar and raised its head as a large gate with the upper halves of two bandaged head skeletons appeared seemingly from where Jake had sliced the hollows mask. The bandaged skeletons hands meet at the center of the gate and bellow them were eight golden orbs four on each side that were held together by four chains. Then as though by magic the skeletons arms moves and pulled the gate open and destroying the four chains in the process. "What the heck is that?" T-bone shouted putting the Turbokat into reverse. "Don't worry it is not going to hurt you it is just the gate." Jake replied through the communicator. "The gate, the gate to what, Jake dare I ask?" T-bone asked even though he had a feeling he did not want to know. "The gate to hell itself, it is where all evil souls such as this one goes when they are cleansed by the zampakto." Jake replied. A fit of insane laughter filled the air as the gates finished opening and revealed two ropes that were covered in ruins hanging from the archway. What surprised T-bone the most was what came next. A large purple arm covered with tribal markings came out of the gate and skewered the hollow through his abdomen. The arm then pulled the hollow into the gate and as it touched the red void the hollows body dissolved and the last thing that dissolved was the hollows mask. The gates closed on the hollow as the last of his mask disappeared then shattered and disappeared itself. "Whoa," T-bone said as Jake jumped back into the cockpit and seemingly back into his own body. "I have never seen anything like that before how about you buddy." "Yup, I am use to that thing, at first it kind of freaked me out but I got use to it after a while." The now normal Razor said. "Come on lets head back to the yard and I will fill you in on the details." X-X (Back on the Fearship) "You have failed me Todd." Dark Kat growled angrily as the Fearship turned and flew away before the Enforcers had time to turn their attention on them. "Well you did not tell me that one of the Swat Kats was also a shingami and a captain to top it all off. Had you told me that little detail I would have sent one of my arrancars." The kat Todd said. "That was an unexpected turn of events, but it does not change the fact that you failed me." Dark Kat roared slamming his fist on the control panel. "You realize that means that I will show now mercy, it is a pity that I must get rid of my oldest aquantence but what you have done is inexcusable." "You are right Dark Kat, we agreed to show no mercy." The kat Todd replied then turned and impaled Dark Kat with a katana. "But I never said to whom I would show no mercy. I am afraid your time is up Dark Kat. You had more than enough chances to take over this city. Now it is time for a new criminal to take over." "You wretched little worm I will get you for this." Dark Kat growled grabbing the katana's blade. "Not likely old boy, in fact you will not even be around to stop me. Now shred, Blanco el Tigre." Todd said and with a yell Dark Kat was shredded to pieces. The creeplings all shrieked as Todd turned and faced them. "You have a new master now, and unlike Dark Kat my plans for takeover are much larger and more sophisticated then his. All shall fall before me as I bring the entire world to its knees no one in this world or the soul society will be able to stop me." X-X (Back at the Salvage Yard) "Man what a day, I cannot believe that we had to take on that monster." Chance said as the two of them got out of their jet and donned their normal work cloths. "Freeze this is the enforcers put your hands in the air." A voice shouted from behind one of the boxes. Immediately a whole group of Enforcers rose from their hiding places and pointed their guns at the pair of kats. "Swat Kats you are under arrest." "On what charges are you arresting us?" Chance demanded. "Your charges are for the injury of several kats, destruction of public property, vigilantism, and terrorism. Now surrender or else we will bring you in the hard way." A familiar voice sneered. "David Steele I guess this is not much of a surprise." Jake said as he and Chance raised their paws. "That is Lt. Commander Steele to you vigilantes. You see while you were away I made a few phone calls and managed to not only get my job back, but also got an arrest warrant for your arrest from one of the other higher-ups." Steele said as he and several other enforcers came in and helped to hand cuff Jake and Chance. "You are making a big mistake Steele you take us away and the city will fall before you know it." Chance warned. "Oh save it for the judge you two." Steele hissed angrily. "Hey what about our rites, I want a lawyer." Jake shouted "Sorry but we do not give criminals like you lawyers so keep your trap shut and get moving." Steele said shoving Jake and Chance out of the workshop. **Well here is the end of the next chapter of the Swat Kats Hollow. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and make sure to read and review or else I will sick Kempachi on you. Ok I am just kidding about the Kempachi thing but please do read and review.**

Title: May/December Romance Ch. 03 Tags: bdsm, d/s, toy, anal, bondage, bisexual, oral, swinging, nudist After a long, hot shower during which I shaved, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a sandwich and sliced some fruit. I prepared a second plate for Karen, knowing that she would probably be hungry when she woke up. I sat down at my laptop in my office and tried to get some work done while she slept. The operative word is tried. My mind kept wandering to Karen. I couldn't help but wonder if this weekend was just a fling for her or was she looking for more. I decided on a game plan to discover which was the case, and how to take this relationship forward. I also knew that I would have to have a discussion with Greg about this as well to make sure he was cool with it and to get his input as well. I managed to get a couple of hours work done and looked outside and noticed the shadows were starting to get long. I thought I should probably go check on Karen. She was just beginning to stir when I walked in. I sat down on the bed next to her and asked, "How do you feel?" "Good, really good," she said, smiling. "I'm sore too, but in a good way, you know what I mean?" "Yea, I know, like the soreness brings back a lot of good memories?" I asked. "That's exactly what I meant; I just couldn't put the words together. I guess I'm still a little fuzzy headed. "What happened anyway?" "You passed out when you came and I let you sleep," I said. "Ohhh yea... when I came... what a cum it was," she said, a broad smile across her face. "I didn't know I was capable of cumming that hard. What I can remember of it anyway. There are a lot of things that are pretty fuzzy about what happened." I giggled and said, "Yea, you were in sub space most of the time. That's not unusual. You probably don't even remember me talking to you. You were pretty much out of it." "Hmmm, sub space huh? I've read about it but I sorta thought it was like a fairy tale or something." "Well, I think you found out first hand that's it's a bit more than a fairy tale," I said. "I guess so," she said, thoughtfully. "We can talk later, you must me hungry. Come on, I fixed you something. I think you could use a shower first," I said. I ushered her into the bathroom and got her into the shower. I went to get her lunch from the refrigerator and got something to wash it down. I met a still slightly wet Karen in the living room and put her plate and drink in front of her. She thanked me and dove in like she hadn't eaten in a week. I couldn't help but envy her youthful metabolism that allowed her to eat like that. After she had finished she snuggled up next to me, her head on my shoulder. I thought the time was right for a chat and said, "Would you like to talk about a few things?" "Yea, I guess so, like what?" she asked. "Well, I was just wondering about what you thought about everything you had experienced in the last couple of days, and about me," I replied. "OK, I think that would be a good idea," Karen said. "I know it's still early but I mainly just wanted to know if this was just a fling for you, or are you looking for more than that. Is that something that you have even thought about?" I asked. "Yes, I have given it a lot of thought, as a matter of fact," she said in a way that made me think that she was ready for the question. "Would you like to share those thoughts with me," prompting her to carry on with a conversation while at the same time allowing her to stay within her comfort zone. "Lori, I feel like I have found out a lot about myself in these few hours that we have spent together. I don't just mean the sex, although I have no complaints about the sex. The sex has been better than I ever thought possible," she said. "OK, please go on," I said, realizing she had a lot more to say to me. "What I think I have discovered is that I have genuine attraction to women. To be honest, when I came here I was curious but now that curiosity has been satisfied and now I know I am at least bisexual. I have found that being with a woman not only satisfies a large part of my sexuality but a large part of my emotional needs as well. I don't know how all this will affect my attitude towards men, but I feel like I have plenty of time to figure that out for myself," she said, stopping to take a breath and gather her thoughts before continuing. I knew she was considering what to say next. I waited patiently while she did so. My arm was draped across her shoulders and I slowly caressed her silky hair and soft skin as she thought about where to go next with this conversation. "I don't think I'm telling you anything new when I say that I have discovered the submissive side of my sexuality. I think you probably saw that side of me before I really had any clue about it. It's like a door that I didn't even know existed has been opened for me. It's like a lot of things that I have felt, but didn't really understand, have all come into sharp focus because of what you have shared with me. For that, and so many other things, I would like to thank you," she said. "You are more than welcome sweetie. It was my pleasure to show you that side of yourself. When I say my pleasure, I mean it, literally," I said with a bit of a giggle. She went on, "Obviously, I'm more than anxious to continue exploring these new facets to my sexuality." "I think that would be a very good idea," I said. "The main question I have is what part you will have in that exploration," she stated. "What part do you want me to play?" I asked. "Well...," she said, hesitating, "I have very strong feeling for you Lori, or should I call you Ma'am?" "Lori is fine for now. Please go on," I said. "Well... like I said, I have very strong feeling for you. To be honest, I don't know if that is because of the intensity of what I have experienced in the last couple of days, or because there is more there. I know I have fallen in lust with you, but I realize that I shouldn't make any assumptions on there being more than that between us," she said, turning and looking deeply in my eyes. I saw that it took a lot for her to say that to me and I let her gather her thoughts for a minute. I was also digesting what she had said as well. I was somewhat impressed with her maturity of her words. She was definitely mature enough to understand that lust and love were two things that were easily confused in the heat of passion, especially in young adults like her. I knew that I had been guilty of that on a few occasions in my life. Fortunately, I had never made any serious life changing mistakes as a result of it. I knew that many people couldn't say the same thing, especially at her age. What she had said made me consider my own feelings for Karen as well. Yes, I did like her. Yes, I did lust for her. Yes, her emerging sexuality did excite me. Yes, I was turned on by the idea of being the teacher of such a sexy young woman. On the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder how she would fit into the other parts of my life. There was my career, my family, and my relationship with Greg. How would a relationship with Karen, if I could dare call what we might have a relationship, fit into all that. I finally realized that all these issues could be put onto a back burner. Nothing had to be settled now. This was just a time for us to share how we felt about each other and maybe make a few decisions of where we needed to go in the short term. Karen built up a fresh head of steam and charged on. I liked that about her. "I know that you have a full life already, and I'm just not sure how I would fit into that. Of course that assumes you share any of the same feelings I do. I may be assuming too much," she said. It was like she had been reading my thoughts. "Karen, I do like you a lot, and a lot of the things you have said were thoughts that I have had myself, at least from my own perspective. I share most of your concerns as well. I will say that I am happy that you are able to recognize these issues. It shows a lot of maturity for someone your age. I also realize that we may be jumping the gun in trying to make decisions right now. Like you said, it's still early in our relationship, and yes I think it is the beginning of a relationship. Lets just take it one day at a time and we will go from there, OK?" "OK, that sounds good to me. I'm just so happy that you don't just look at this as a fling. I do want you to be a part of life, however that works out. I know that I am in a situation where I will have to be happy with whatever I can get from you," she said, a tone of almost melancholy permeating her voice. "Lori... sweetheart, you should never have to settle for anything. You are a beautiful young woman, an exciting lover; you have such a refreshing attitude towards exploring your sexuality, and have the potential to be a wonderful sub to some lucky Dom. Whoever is lucky enough to be a part of your life will come away from it better off for having you in their life. At this point, I don't know whether we will end up as lovers, a Domme/sub couple, in a triad relationship with Greg, or just friends; but I do know that I want you in my life to some degree or another." It was if a lot of tension drained from her like a balloon deflating as she listened to my words. I'm sure Karen had been prepared for the worst. "We don't have to decide anything today. We'll work out some plans on where we will go from here tomorrow. Does that sound good to you?" I asked. "Yea, that sounds good to me," she replied. "What do you think about hopping into the hot tub and relaxing for a while?" I asked. "That sounds great, let's go." "You go ahead, I'll get us a glass of wine, get us some towels, OK?" I said. "OK, see you there," Karen replied. I had poured two glasses of wine and arrived at the hot tub. Karen had still not arrived and I wondered why. She arrived a few minutes later. "I had to pee and saw the plug in the bathroom and decided to put it back in. Is that alright?" she asked. "Yea, I guess so. It looks like I will need to replace my set of plugs. It looks like you have grown attached to them," I said as she climbed into the hot tub. "Would that be alright? I mean I'll buy you a new set to replace them. I guess I have grown attached to them like you said. Besides liking the way a plug feels in my ass, you know... the full feeling; it makes me feel closer to you. Like a part of you is with me all the time," she said. "Yes, you can keep them, and no you don't have to replace them. Let's just call it a present, OK?" "Thank you Ma'am, I appreciate your generosity," she said, lowering her eyes in a naturally submissive manner. "Maybe I'll take you toy shopping later this week. Every woman should have at least a few toys of her own," I said, shifting into Domme mode. "Yes Ma'am, I would enjoy that," she replied excitedly. "I think I would too," I responded. "Do you think I can try the large plug after we get out? I didn't want to use it without asking you first Ma'am." "Yes, if you think you are ready for it," I replied. "I'm not sure, it scares me a little, but there is only one way to find out, isn't there Ma'am?" she asked, smiling at me. We sat and soaked in silence for a while, both lost in our own thoughts. I realized that a lot of those thoughts involved several "what ifs." I draped an arm across Karen's shoulders and almost absent-mindedly my fingers found their way to her turgid nipple which was at the water surface. "Mmmm, that feels nice," she purred. "Do you have anything planned for next weekend," I asked. "Nothing important that I can't get out of," she replied. "May I ask what you had in mind?" "Let's just call it a surprise. I would have to do some checking and make some arrangements and so it's just a possibility at this time. I will talk to you later this week about it if it works out," I said. "Yes Ma'am," she replied. "Let me ask you this though. What would you think about spending a weekend thoroughly exploring your submissive side?" "I would love it Ma'am, especially if it was with you," Karen replied. "Oh yes, it would be with me. I should tell you that your limits would be thoroughly tested and explored. Does that scare you?" I asked. "Uhhhmmm... yes I suppose it does scare me on at least one level. At the same time it excites me on another level. I... I think... I think what scares me isn't being tested, as you said, but maybe more what I would end up finding out about myself," she said. "I'm sure you are dealing with a lot of things about your self image right now. You've done a lot of self-exploration in a short period of time. It'll take some time to come to terms with all of this," I said, trying to be as reassuring as I could. "It sounds like you have been there," she said, the implied questions hanging there. "Yes, I have, our sexuality has a lot to do with our self-image. My discovery of my sexuality didn't happen in such a concentrated time frame as you have experienced. I don't know if I could have handled it as well as you have when I was your age. I'll tell you all about my sexual history one of these days. Not now," I said authoritatively. "Yes Ma'am, I will look forward to hearing whatever you have to tell me about yourself," she said, sinking further into her submissive zone. "I'm starting to shrivel. Let's get out and we'll see if you can handle the big plug," I stated. "Yes Ma'am," Karen replied, a bit of excitement in her voice, as she handed me a towel. I quickly found the large plug and a bottle of lube and met Karen in the bathroom. I handed her both and said, "OK, go for it. I'll stay here for moral support." Karen removed the medium plug and put it in the sink to be cleaned as I had taught her. She then applied a fresh dose of lube to her ass and the large plug. I could see more than a little wide eyed anxiety and anticipation in her face as she handled it. I didn't want to tell her that even though I had a lot more experience with anal play than she did, I had never been able to take the large plug. She sat the plug on top of the toilet seat and settled her ass over it. She got about three quarters of the way down the flared portion with no problem, that part being about the same size as the medium plug that she had just removed and had become accustomed to. The problem came soon after that. I could see the growing pain in her facial expression and the tension in her body as she continued to try to force the girth into her ass. "Remember to relax and push out. Don't fight it," I said. "Yes... Aaaaahhh...Ma'am," she grunted. She had it almost all the way in now, only lacking less than an inch before the getting past the widest part of flare and allowing the small neck to lock the plug into place in her rectum. "You're doing very well, you're almost there. Just use your legs to bounce up and down and it will pop right in," I instructed. Karen followed my instructions and bounced once, using her body weight to force the last of the plug into her ass. A loud "whoosh" of exhaled breath, followed by a groan of relief, accompanied the closing of her sphincter around the neck of the plug. "You did very well little one, I'm proud of you. You demonstrated remarkable self control. How does it feel?" I asked. "Thank you Ma'am. That was so intense. I didn't think I could take anymore. I'm glad you taught me the little bounce trick. I was about to give up. My ass is sooo stretched and I feel sooo full. I didn't think I could take the pain as it went in, but I didn't want to disappoint you. I guess my fear of disappointing you was what helped me through it. It feels great now. I like it and I'm sure it was worth everything to get to feel it in me like it is now," she replied, pouring herself out to me. I couldn't help but think that Karen had greater potential than any novice sub I had ever met. She definitely had the basic requirements, a need and enthusiasm to serve and please a Dom/me. Her personality and outlook was right for this lifestyle. The self-discipline that I just witnessed was another key attribute I prized in a sub. I could only imagine the possibilities that she represented. My horniness was again peaked by watching her take the plug. I thought it was a good time to test her ability and willingness to please me. "Follow me," I instructed. "Yes Ma'am," she replied. I led her to my bedroom and told her to kneel. I pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. I quickly taught her a proper kneeling posture, instructing her to spread her legs and place her upturned hands on her thighs. She quickly and enthusiastically followed my instructions. So far, so good. "Do you want to please me, Karen?" I asked. "Yes Ma'am, more than anything," she replied, her eyes downcast and her voice totally subservient. I took her chin in my hands, lifted her eyes to meet mine, and said, "Good, I will give you your opportunity. You are to give me pleasure unselfishly. Your own pleasure is of no concern to me now. If you do well I may reward you with an orgasm later, but now I wish to test your abilities to serve me, to give me pleasure. A Domme is never obligated to give pleasure to a sub. He or she may do so as it pleases them. Do you understand and accept that?" "Yes Ma'am, I understand completely and am thrilled to serve you," she replied. "Good, let us begin." I pulled her mouth to my own and our lips met in a sweet kiss that grew more passionate as it continued. My tongue invaded her mouth, dueling with her tongue as the heat of my passion grew. I took her hair in my fingers and pulled her to my breasts. My nipples were already hard with anticipation. "Suck my nipples as I have taught you little one," I said. She answered with a moan and I felt her begin to alternate soft kisses around my breasts. The kisses became firmer and she moved closer and closer to my nipples. I gasped as I felt her lips latch onto a nipple. Her kisses and sucking became stronger, lighting a fire between my legs, a fire that I was soon to have quenched. I moved her mouth from breast to breast as suited me, directing her with tugs of her hair, using her mouth for my own pleasure. Her sucking grew more urgent as she nursed on my turgid nipples and pulled on my piercings with her teeth. The sucking turned into soft nibbles and I showed my approval through my more frequent moans of pleasure. The nibbles in turn grew firmer and turned into soft bites. I could feel my labia becoming engorged, congested, swelling between my clenched thighs, longing for attention. I pulled her head towards my pussy. Karen followed my lead and was soon comfortably situated between my legs, my thighs draped over her shoulders. "My pussy, fuck my pussy... with your tongue," I gasped, my voice heavy with lust. Karen moaned her understanding of what I wanted and I felt her fingers spread my engorged labia. This was quickly followed by the sensation of being filled by her tongue spearing into my tunnel. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her soft tongue filling me. Karen's tongue buried deep, lapping up the flood of juices sluicing from within me. I pulled her head tight into my pussy. My thighs gripped her head. This is what I wanted, what I needed, an overwhelming need for this kind of primal and raw sex. I was using her to meet my own needs and she seemed to revel in it, fulfilling her own need to please me. I pulled Karen's mouth up to my clit and I was soon lost in a cloud of euphoria as her tongue danced around its exposed shaft. Her finger slid into the flooded chasm of my pussy and began to massage my G-spot. I was delighted with her initiative. I moaned my approval of her efforts. I pulled harder on her headed and she instinctively understood my need. Her lips locked on my clit and began to suckle upon it. She alternated between suckling and softly pulling on my hood piercing with her lips and teeth. The sensation of Karen's tongue flicking the tip of my clit while her lips continued to suckle it coincided with her sliding a second finger into my slit. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm approaching rapidly. I could hear my moans filling the room as if they were piped in from a premium sound system that had been cranked up to the max. Through the fog of pleasure I felt my legs trembling and I recognized the signs of my impending release. No, I decided, not yet. I was not through, I wanted the urgency to build more before I allowed myself the release of orgasm. In a moment of clarity I decided I was not yet ready to release Karen from her service to me. I knew that when I did cum it was going to be huge and I would be wiped out and unable to continue. I wanted this to last a bit longer, as much for my own ultimate pleasure as for my need to have to have this new found sub worship my body. I could tell that she was 100% focused on making me cum and I wanted to teach her a lesson. I wanted to teach her that I had control over my own pleasure and not her. After all, this was a teaching lesson for her as much as it was a need on my part for sexual release. "Stop... enough for now... my ass... please my ass... with your mouth," I groaned. "Yes Ma'am," she dutifully replied. The very intense sensation of Karen's mouth on my clit was suddenly replaced by the much softer feeling of her lips on my ass cheeks. My body immediately shifted gears from the driving need of approaching orgasm to wallowing in the sensuality of Karen's mouth and hands making love to my ass. Her hands cupped my buttocks and spread them. Her mouth zeroed in on the rosebud of my asshole. I rolled my hips back to give her better access. I couldn't help but groan as I felt the soft sensation of her lips kissing and her tongue swabbing the ring of my asshole. She began tentatively at first, growing accustomed to this new experience but she quickly took on her new chore with growing enthusiasm and confidence. That confidence was fed by the growing volume of my mewling moans as I absorbed the sensations that flowed from my ass. Her tongue speared into my asshole. OH goddess how I love that feeling! The sweet sensation of her soft tongue burrowing into my ass is something I will never get enough of. Spurred on by my groans, Karen continued to push her long tongue deeper and deeper until her face was buried as deep as she could get into the crease of my ass. Her moan joined mine as I flexed my sphincter and grabbed her tongue. I floated in the sensations. Pure pleasure, without the overwhelming need to cum, enfolded me in its embrace. Karen's mouth and tongue seemed tireless in their pursuit of worshipping my ass and I was more than happy to let her get her fill. My pussy was flowing like a river down to my ass and mixing with the saliva on her tongue as it fucked my ass. As much as I was loving the attention that Karen was paying my ass, I was ready for more. That nagging need to cum was growing once again. Her attentions had brought me to a high level of arousal, but not enough to pull my trigger. I pulled her head from my ass and back to my pussy once again. "Your fingers... in my ass... put them in my ass... fuck me. Suck my clit. I want to cum," I groaned passionately. "Yes Ma'am," she moaned into my pussy. Her fingers slid easily into my saliva slickened ass and began to rapidly saw in and out of my gaping asshole. My climax built rapidly once again. I struggled to hold it back, to allow my pleasure and my ultimate release to build in intensity. The fullness in my ass and the sweet sensations of her lips on my clit folded together. I realized that I was tugging hard on my own nipple piercings. The resulting pain/pleasure shooting from my chest only added to the heat that was building inside me. Somehow, through the cloud of molten lust that enshrouded me, I felt Karen's fingers from her free hand slide into my pussy. They curled upwards to apply pressure to my G-spot. The sensations from my ass, pussy, clit, and nipples were too much and I lost the ability to consciously feel any single stimulus. Tremors rolled through my body. I was unable to consciously sense what happened, but Karen later told me that she bit down on my clit and that was all it took for me to lose the struggle to hold back my orgasm. All I remember was my body levitating off the bed as every muscle in my body spasmed and then the sound of a woman screaming as she experienced an earth moving orgasm. I later realized that that someone was me. My orgasm, or was it orgasms, seemed to be unending. It went on and on and I thought I would lose my mind as the result of the pleasure deliriums while the convulsions rolled through my body. I finally slumped in exhaustion on the bed. I was barely aware of what was going on around me. "Damn," I gasped several moments later. I rolled my head to the side and saw Karen sitting beside me. Our eyes met and I could see the arousal bright in her eyes. "Ma'am, can I cum? I need it so bad," she asked. "Yes, you can get yourself off. I don't think I am capable of helping you at this moment," I replied. "That's OK, I understand," she said. I watched as she slid a hand to her pussy and began to furiously stroke her pussy. Within seconds she groaned and began to shudder and cry through her own orgasm. Two thoughts went through my mind as she spooned next to me, her hand wrapped around me and cupping my breast. One was that she had come so easily after pleasing me and without touching herself while attending to me. She had been definitely unselfish and totally focused on my pleasure. I was somewhat amazed at the level of satisfaction that she derived from pleasing me. The second thought was how natural she had made the act of asking for my permission to cum seem. I thought about these things and how all the pieces seemed to being coming together as the clouds of sleep overtook me and I dropped into a contented slumber.

-------------------------- Fellowship's Flooded Folly Filched Fluid's Flight -------------------------- "Now Brother Heckel, bring forth the blood of the Fire Ibix and pour it into the Grand Cauldron of Mysteries." rumbled a deep voice, filled with barely restrained menace, sparking with power, filled to the very brim with malice. It was nice at first, but once you'd heard it droning on and on at a slow pace at biweekly meetings for several months, it got pretty annoying. Some people were born with good public speaking voices, it was a shame that so few of them were born with the minds that could churn out ideas and concepts that people would actually want to listen to. Brother Fallrush was beginning to think that taking a job with the Fellowship of the Fallen Flood wasn't all that the pamphlets had pumped it up to be. It was supposed to be an evil religious cult after all. Though Fallrush was rapidly discovering that evil cults didn't seem to live up to their sinister reputations. They were supposed to be all about drunken debauchery, of mass orgies of sex, of beautiful maidens cut up bloodily on stone alters, of books with writings in them so monstrous that they would drive a man insane if he so much as looked at it cross-eyed. So far there had been no drinking, no orgies, and no humans sacrifices. Though there had been some writings that would drive a man mad if he read them cover to cover. Dark writings inscribed by mad men, inspired by terrible beings that floated in the cold depths of the void between worlds, labyrinthine texts that would drive men to gouge out their own eyes in failed attempts to remove the taint from their minds. However filling out the forms to get him placed in the proper tax bracket for religious services workers was not what he had been expecting. It was in Common, but yet it seemed like there was a completely different language being spoken. Words with meanings beyond the words themselves. Webs of dark text that required one to give up his very soul to understand them. So he had gotten Brother Bernie to fill them out for him. He was a lawyer after all, tearing out the immortal soul was something that happened on the third day of law school, or maybe first thing on the fourth. Regardless, it happened and allowed them to read and compose such compositions of babble. After all, the most feared texts in existence had been written by lawyers. No one dared but read a few words before giving their consent whenever they were presented with the dreaded Tomes of Service. Anyway, no booze, no orgies, no sacrifices of beautiful vestigial virgins. There had been a sacrifice, but it had just been an arthritic old chicken, and that had been due to them running out of deli meat at the catering table. It wasn't very fulfilling work at all. Brother Fallrush had expected to be out performing dark, dastardly deeds. Slipping poison into goblets, creating dark, loathsome abominations in the dead of night and unleashing them upon an unsuspecting world, searching for the child with the mark of evil (which looked kind of like the letter E tilted on one side) emblazoned as a birthmark on its left buttock, who would bring about the demise of millions, and so on and so forth. Most of Fallrush's time with the Fellowship of the Fallen Flood was spent on trivial things. Like giving the ceremonial black robes a little spritz of something every now and then so they'd keep the traditional musty scent that the black robes of all evil fanatics were required to have. He'd jumped at the opportunity to take on clerical work, until he found out that they meant jotting down notes and running messages through the tower, rather than participating in profane rituals. Mother had been right, bless her black heart, Fallrush should have gone into politics. All this secret dark order nonsense was getting old. If something exciting didn't occur soon, Brother Fallrush was going to take full advantage of his 90 day introductory trial period and find himself another career. He'd majored in Conjuring and Curses at a very prestigious mage's college, he didn't need this sort of aggravation. He'd just been walking down the hall, and they'd snagged him into this... whatever this was. The way the Deepest Darkness was droning on, it was probably another one of those community soup things where everybody brought something. It certainly sounded like it, the way he was rattling down the list. "Brother Algore, bring forth the horn shavings of the aqua dragon." said the Deepest Darkness. Definitely a community soup meet, aqua dragon horns contained the recommended daily allowance of several key vitamins and minerals essential to thinking proper evil thoughts. Though you didn't want to get TOO much of them. You'd get the urge to open a used cart dealership. Brother Fallrush pulled his hood forward and leaned his chin against his chest, beginning to doze off in his chair. Though the smelled like the regulation musty robes, they had padded seats and backrests and were quite comfortable. Cross your hands in your lap, head down, eyes closed. You could be napping, or you could be praying to He Who Lives Within the Depths to come and drown the sorrows of the world in an eternal torrent of pure water. That was how the Fellowship made most of its money, summoning the purest waters from the Damned Depths, and selling it to rich, uppity nobles who wouldn't stoop to drinking water from places as silly as the ground or the sky. No, they had to have it fresh and bottled from a plane of infinite empty seas, free of the filthy taint of life. Though Fallrush had to admit, it did have a clean, crisp taste, and while on occasion it made somebody sprout fins or tentacles, you wouldn't end up with dysentery from drinking it. Much better to have a squid for a head, or a lobster claw for a hand than to spend a week or two with your intestines trying to make a break for it out your rump. In a few moments Fallrush began to doze off, visions of torture chambers and blessed screams filling his mind when he was elbowed in the ribs. "Brother Fallrush," repeated the Deepest Darkness, "Bring forth the living water." Fallrush looked around, trying to find the other Fallrush that didn't bring the whatever. Calling everybody Brother, their last name, tended to have some problems. It was why no one ever asked Brother Smith to do anything. They'd begun instituting a unique name scheme for every new Brother that came in, but they hadn't gotten around to assigning names like "Blackfear," "Bloodwrencher," "Soulharvester," and "Revenueserviceman" to the existing members yet. "Brother Fallrush? The living water?" Everybody was looking at him. Well... eyes pointed in his general direction, probably. It was hard to tell with the shadowy hoods. "Bring the what, now?" Fallrush asked, scratching his head. The Deepest Darkness sighed, "The White Shadow of the 33rd House ALWAYS brings the living water!" "You're making this all up as you go along, aren't you?" Brother Fallrush said, crossing his arms. He hadn't wanted to be here in the first place. He was walking back to his room, and basically had gotten shanghaied into the ritual. "What!? I... uh... um..." the Deepest Darkness stuttered, clearly panicking, "No, it's in your handbook!" "Alright everybody, hands up if you've actually read beyond the opening few pages of the handbook!" Fallrush said smugly. No hands were raised. "Urgh! Well the Red Shadow..." "White. You are! You're making it up as you go along!" "No, I'm not! Look, all we need is the living water thing from the storage room at the end of the hall. It's a bluish clear thing slithering around trying to get out of a big glass jar. Just go get it and our summoning ritual will be complete." Fallrush sighed and left the room to gather the living water, whatever it was. At least they were summoning SOMETHING! "We're summoning something?" said one of the other Brothers, one of the mad ones. He heard narration. "I thought this was the community soup dinner." added another. "Oh for..." muttered the Deepest Darkness under his breath, following it with a few choice phrases used to redden the cheeks of sailors. -o- "Of course <i>I</i> have to to be the one who gets things. Pull the guy out of the hall and order him about like a puppet on a string." Fallrush muttered, stomping down the hallway towards the storage closet. "Should've gone into politics. I bet I'd have a dozen orphans crying in the street by now. A whole lower class of downtrodden masses to trod upon.... trode upon... tread! Tread upon! Yeah, I'm putting in my resignation in the morning. Then it's off to biting hands and kicking babies!" he continued, opening the door to the storage closet, and with a moment of looking over the shelves found what he was looking for. A thick blue liquid lapped at the sides of the large glass jar nestled tightly in between two bits of foam, making it so the captive liquid couldn't slosh around and get up enough motion to get the jar rolling off the shelf. It wouldn't be rolling anywhere with Fallrush's grip on it either. The soon to be ex-Brother walked out of the closet, continuing his muttering. He kicked at a stone in a fit of anger. While the standard issue black robes did have the proper musty scent that all robes of evil individuals in a dark order ought to, they weren't really made for kicking things in. Especially when paired with standard issue sandals. Fallrush's foot snagged in the robe coming down, making him misstep and go teetering forward. He reached out to catch himself on the windowsill. Thankfully he caught it, the jar however did not. The glass struck the very edge of the sill, shattering and sending the blue gunk flying into the air. The blob made a pleased burbling sound and immediately spread outward, taking on a parachute shape and gliding slowly and steadily away from the tower to freedom. "Hey! Come back!" Brother Fallrush said, not at all expecting the slime thing to do anything of the sort, but then again, you never knew if something stupid and unlikely would work. "Well bugger." Fallrush said with a sigh, watching the slime thing drift out of sight. -o- Meanwhile several blocks away, a young salamander anthro name Valdka Gearhalt was taking his afternoon bath. Now, Valdka was an odd sort of lizard. Popular styles said he dressed funny, the social ways of the times said that he acted funny, and he had a rather odd job. He was a tinkerer, a gearsmith, a maker of clockwork devices. Most of which ended up exploding, or spitting out gouts of greasy black smoke. And it was such gouts, the tendency for things to spit oil, or to spew soot in his face, that Valdka had to take several baths a day. He didn't mind, unlike the rest of the city, he had plenty of somewhat fresh, clean water, due to the abandoned water tower just on the other side of the rooftop shack where he lived and worked. The water tower was one of the old city designs, back in the good old days when magic had been the field of choice for many intellectuals and dabblers. Magic took hard work, dedication, and tended to leave you exhausted. By comparison, tinkering with stuff just made you physically exhausted and a little dirty. Though both fields did have a tendency to produce things that blew up in your face. Anyway, this water tower was one of the few that still refilled itself via some sort of magical enchantment inscribed in the runes inscribed in the metal plates that made up the bowl shaped tower. The cone shaped top had probably blown off in a storm a few years back, or had been stolen for scrap by the less well of inhabitants of the city. Or even commandeered by the Decency Committee to use as a pastie to cover the nipple-type naughty bits of one of the gigantic female, some debatably so, lizards that seemed to stomp through Oreska on a bi-monthly basis. Valdka was enjoying the sunshine of a fine Summer day. Well... what sunshine got through the layers of clouds and smog. Dark and ominous clouds. Of course that was normal, for the most part dark and ominous clouds always hung over Oreska. With so many evil cults headquartered here, there was always one or the other right in the final stages of summoning everlasting doom upon the world. The place was always crawling with heroes and such, but the only thing that kept the world ending cults from ending the world was that the other world ending cults want to be the ones that actually ended up ending the world. So, in the end they put an end to ending the world ending ends of the other cults. So they all kind of balanced themselves out. There was always the prospect of rain, though Oreska had rather novel weather. On occasion it rained things that were not rain. Rains of blood and frogs happened several times a season, though at times it went beyond that. Like the time that it had rained baked potatoes. They'd had an entire week of potato themed weather once, a mashed potato fog rolled in on Monday, stayed until Tuesday evening, when it got a bit chilly and began a sleet of shoestring fries. The potato fog returned, accompanied by a light drizzle of gravy on Wednesday. On Thursday there was a terrible blizzard of chips, original at first, but drifting through ranch, sour cream and onion, dill pickle, barbecue, cheddar, and charred rat flavors. The last was much to the enjoyment of Oreska's homeless population. A hail of baked potatos kept everyone in doors Saturday evening, and a flurry of potato pancakes arrived just in time for most religious services on Sunday morning. Valdka had long since realized that the strange city had food fall from the sky at least once a fortnight, a little more often if you could stomach things like frogs and grasshoppers. Though the grasshoppers usually drew out the 100 foot tall sticky tongue lizard that would stomp parts of the down flat, amongst other things. And with the proper collection, preparation and preservation techniques, one could keep oneself in edibles for next to nothing. Which is what Valdka did most of the time. His line of work was accompanied by large expenses, and seldom did his experimentation turn up anything of real value. Mostly his pay came from repairing things in his small shop below, clocks, watches, toys, and the like. Though his real work, in his eyes, was making clockwork creatures. Most of the ones he made were smaller, able to be held in one's hand. Mice, frogs, kittens, puppies, snakes, that sort of thing. Though he occasionally made things larger. His assistant and best friend was one of his clockwork creation, a giant clockwork lobster that was slightly larger, and much heavier, than Valdka himself that was actually quite intelligent. Well, for a big pile of metal and gears, Valdka figured Hubert was about as smart as a really smart dog by himself. And he could understand commands from Valdka, though he never seemed to hear anybody else. Hubert was probably scuttling around the workshop, making sure none of the smaller clockwork creatures got out of their tanks. Valdka recalled when one of his spiders had gotten out, the shrieks from the building next door had cracked one of his windows. His building was a story taller than all it's neighbors as well, so thankfully Valdka didn't have to worry about people running boards across the roofs and hopping over to diddle in his workshop. The salamander sighed softly, happily, rinsing the soap from his smooth scaled body, ducking down into the water to scrub the suds off his head. He rose up from the water, shaking himself off, looking for all the world like one of those adverts for expensive soaps and shampoos that one sees in the glossy paged magazines. The ones that were printed on the expensive, smooth paper. Not the rough stuff that still had flecks of bark in it that you could use to sand wood. The kind that the unfortunate and impoverished were forced to resort to for privy paper. Ahh, the sun managed to find a hole in the cloud cover and wash shining for a few minutes. Sunshine, a pleasant bath, and enough money to continue work on his true to life, giant clockwork spider. It was the size of a Rottweiler and could cling to the walls and ceiling. Well, eventually. Valdka still had to get four more legs and the head done. At the moment it just limped around the workshop and crashed into things. The day couldn't get any better, and he'd like to see anyone try to make it worse! And then the day got worse. Somewhere up in the heavens, a lesser snow deity reared his head back and sneezed forth a gigantic spray of chilly snot into the world. Or at least that's what it felt like to Valdka, who suddenly found himself covered from head to waist in a thick curtain of translucent blue slime. "Bleh!" he said, unthinkingly making the noise that people instinctively make when they've suddenly found themselves covered in an unpleasant substance without warning. The salamander began to peel the stuff off, only to find that it didn't seem to want to come off. The snot had apparently decided it was rather alive and began to wiggle, squirming out of Valdka's grip, remaining quite stuck to the artificer. "Blast it, hold still so I can get you off of me!" Valdka growled, seizing two handfuls of the ooze at its base, where it was the thickest, and heaved it over his head into the water, freeing himself from the rather sticky substance. He felt like he needed another bath now. But the slime thing was in the water. Oh blast where was it?! Valdka looked around, trying to see the slime in the water, but the top was clouded by oil, murk, and soap suds. He could scrub himself off in the washbowl from the pump, he wasn't going to share a bathtub with a big blob of who knows what. The salamander began to walk towards the ladder when he felt something cold and slimy on his legs. "Oh no! No you're not going to get me! No sir!" he grunted, continuing to move towards the ladder, slime creeping up his legs and grabbing a hold of his tail, pulling itself further upward. Pressing up against... "AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" In to Valdka's rump. The chill liquid flowing into him was a horrific sensation, it kind of burned it was so cold. The lizard scrambled to pull himself out of the water, unceremoniously bonking his head on the lip of the water tower, knocking himself unconscious and sending him splashing back into the water below. -o- Valdka awoke sometime later, finding himself half floating in the water, his tail curled around the side of the ladder. His head hurt. The salamander stood up in the water, he moaned softly and felt the tender bump on his head. He recalled the slimy thing and looked down into the water, the flow into the filter device having taken care of the impurities that were floating on the top before. Try as he might, he couldn't see the blue goop on the bottom. Bottom. Brr. He shivered, recalling the experience with the slime and his own rump. He looked down at his belly, and found it to be as trim as it was supposed to be. So there definitely wasn't any gunk hiding inside of him. As much of the stuff as there was, it would have shown. He snorted in annoyance, probably something with the weather, or one of the cults casting a hallucination spell on the city again to drive them into the depths of despair, preparing them for the coming of some dark lord or another. They never did show up, though. It was quite annoying. What with the followers shouting in the streets of impending doom day after day, and no evil, city devouring monsters ever appearing. Well, except for that giant he-she lizard that came around every now and then. But that wasn't the way an evil cult worked, the lizard gal was too cute and playful. And no destroyer of worlds worth his, her, or its salt would descend upon the world, and use hop scotch and building humping as their preferred methods of terror infliction. None of them were that original. Unformed monsters from five dimensional space that you could go mad at just gazing upon were a dime a dozen, quite frankly. One cult had actually been five minutes away from summoning their dread lord into the physical plane. Sadly Ulgorrak the Great Formless One had to cancel at the last minute, apparently his dinner reservations had come through, and it was this really posh place where all the Great Old Ones ate every so often, so of course he couldn't pass up a chance to rub tentacles with some of the big movers and shakers of the outer dimensions. That was the problem with demons and deities and whatnot, so unreliable. Always speaking in parables and similes and obfuscated imagery that could really mean just about anything. 'When the young black lion rises in the House of Ka'thar, the old seagull will fall, and the walls of Ka'thar will be red as blood.' Bleh, it could be a prophecy of a dark figure with the symbol of a lion overthrowing the grizzled sea captain who ran House Ka'thar. Or it could be that they hired a painter to redo the outside of the place since it was flaking. The young black lion would climb up a ladder with his bucket of red paint, and startle a senile old gull out of its nest. Magic. Peh. Give him some gears, pulleys, and oil any day. With clockwork you never had to worry about secret divine agendas and the hidden meaning behind words. You had to watch what you said around clockwork, as they'd take things quite literally. Before he had explained to Hubert what the term meant, every time Valdka said 'Put the lamp out' the clockwork lobster would literally take the lamp outside and place it on the doorstep. That was the good thing about clockwork creatures, they only made the same mistake once. Much better than people. Especially the people downstairs. Valdka shivered at the thought and went inside. Hubert was there with his towel, the fluffy white terrycloth folded over the lobster's claw, rather like a butler would do it. Valdka wasn't exactly sure where Hubert had picked up that particular way of holding towels, but he had to admit that it was cute. "Thank, Hubert. Put the lights out in about ten minutes. That'll give me enough time to brush my teeth and get ready for bed." the salamander said to his clockwork companion. The lobster made a few whirs and clicks in response. "Don't pull that with me, you know very well what I mean." the artificer scolded playfully. The lobster clattered of accompanied by the sound of gears and pulleys to tend to his master's orders, making a soft buzzing sound that Valdka could almost swear was a chuckle. Clockwork pets were much tidier than real ones, all they needed was a few briquettes of charcoal and some water, and all that resulted in was some easily disposable ash and a little smoke. He yawned and stretched, brushing his teeth, putting his nightshirt on, then slipping into bed. While he was a little lonely, Valdka was content with his life. He was more well off than most of the city, had a steady job, and got to do what he loved in his spare time. Plus he didn't have any of the skills that made a good adventurer, so he didn't have to worry about being dragged into some highly dangerous, yet dramatic and exciting journey to save the world. Though he didn't know it, all that was about to change.

Title: Digi-Night: Time Heal all Wounds by eragon13666 Tags: Digimon, Gulimon, Human, Hybrid, Love, M/F, No-Yiff, Pregnancy, Renamon, Story **Digi-Night: Time Heal all Wounds** Eight years had past since Saira mother left her daughter because she was in love with a Digimon name Guilmon. Link legal made her under his care after the first week of her mother leaving. After a while, he waned to know if she and Guilmon really did love each other, for Guilmon would never had gone that far into keeping her safe. The two nodded and told Link that they indeed loved each other and at times did make love. At first Link was horrified that they had sex, even more since Saira was only ten! But Rena was able to keep a small cling to him, saying love really holds no bonds. After giving some thought, Link allowed the two to be together, but all he asked if they did make love, to keep the noise on the download. Link mother was put six feet under two weeks after they found her, Saira mother was there at the wake, but said nothing to ether Link or Saira, who hid behind her uncle when she saw her. Keeping to her word, she started to work on a group who also felt the same way about Digimon. Demanding that they were to leave the humans alone and return to their own world. Tamers and their Digimon fought back though at well, claiming that if not for them, many of the evil Digimon that did come though wouldn't have been dealt it. But they fought back saying that if it wasn't for the Digimon here, they wouldn't be coming in the first place. News fight went off on how some humans of the group Humans against Digimon or HAD, started to kill any Digimon that weren't with Tamers. Even some of the young Digimon as well. Many of the older stronger Digimon were so enraged that they were close to killing the humans as well, but thanks to the Knights; it didn't get to that. Pretty soon though, the cult of HAD died out, some didn't really remember who they were, peace between humans and Digimon were back. Many showed that they were even couples, and soon all around the world many Tamer and their Digimon were mates in one way or another. Saira, now a eighteen year old teen, standing at five foot five and her hair going down past her shoulders, her green eyes and still somewhat pale skin was still within her as she smiled, carrying the food she and Rena would make for their mates tonight. Today was the day were everyone knew that the four were in love with each other, Saira to Guilmon and Link to Rena, in fact these two were the first two to tell it to the world! After Saira mother left her, Rena somehow took the place of her mother, caring for her and telling and teaching her many things, and when she was in trouble at school, she came to speak about it to her teacher. Some called it weird, but the two did share something, since it was Rena how made Guilmon and her make love, while she licked the Digimon out. Though the three never told Link it was Rena who told the two to make love, or that at time the three still do a little threesome at times, he did connoted the dots, he knew Rena taught her, but never confronted the Digimon about it. Link now, working like a judge to keep the peace of human and Digimon should the need rise, there were still bumps on the road, but he made sure to fix them as best as he could. Rena, taking up cooking classes held her own little class teaching both human and Digimon alike. Saira still in school; wanting to become a doctor for the Digimon and human, making it all the harder to remember every detail. Making her way inside the house with her bag of food, she was greeted by the smell of freshly cooked meat as she flipped her shoes off and made her way inside. Rena held her back to her, wearing a pair of shorts that went up to her knees, and a tank top. Since being in the human world so long, she had grown more human parts, partly the breast. She thought it would be weird walking around with just a top on and not the bottom, so she started to wear only shorts from now on with the tops. Her ears perked up when she heard Saira come in, letting out a soft sigh, as in relief. "Oh," she remarked. "It's just you," she didn't say it rudely; just as if...she was glad it wasn't someone else. "Yeah it's me," answered the human, whose voice sounded much older now. "What's wrong? You've been acting quite weird lately you know." Rena sigh again and turned off the stove, putting the food in the oven and sat down on the chair, her paws over her head, ears dropping. "I'm pregnant," Saira eyes grew wide as she sat down on the other side of the table, her jaw wide open. "But...how?" "Saira...the longer a Digimon stays here, the more they become human, and you know this right?" Saira nodded, she started to notice after a year that Guilmon was acting less like his 'me Guilmon,' way and more of a human way of speaking, so to speak. "Well," she went on. "When Link first found me, I was wounded, I don't know if he told you or not, so I'll tell. Anyway, I was in a bleeding mess, meaning I can be saved now like a human, blood transfer and other such things. For the past week I've been sick all the time, lost the will to go outside that much and I've been eating like crazy!" again Saira nodded, knowing she was right. "I was watching TV and saw a ad about this human female with this with birth test, I went out and got one, well more like stole, didn't want people to see you know." She gave out a light chuckle. "I then did the test and well..." she passed her over the marker she used, as Saira turned it over to see one be plus in the middle. "Did you tell...uncle Link yet?" the Renamon shook her head as she brought her head back down. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "A human and Digimon child?" I mean...what it will look like!" "Rena, Rena clam down it's alright!" Saira went over and rubbed the Digimon back. "Look it's alright, one you and uncle Link won't be shun out because so many Digimon and humans are mate now, and two, I know he will be happy because he loves you so much!" "He does love me huh...?" she questioned as Saira nodded. "If he didn't you think he would make love to you all those nights?" Rena smiled and hugged the human as she hugged her back. "Thank you Saira," she whispered as the door in the front opened followed by laughter. "No way Link!" cried Guilmon, long giving up the 'mon' at the end of his name. "You only won because you kicked me in the temple!" "It's called street fighting for a reason Guilmon!" laughed the now twenty eight year old man. He had long let his hair fall on his face, making it cover a bit over his green eyes. His skin lost a bit of his tan, but still held a much darker look then Saira. He always shaved now, leaving his chin nice and clean for his mate. "Hello you two!" Rena stood up as Saira did as well. "Have fun today?" "Yeah," answered Link as he went over, wrapping his arms around her waist and gave her a deep kiss. Guilmon went up as Saira lent down, the two kissing each other as well as the oven beeped, telling them the food was done. The four ate, speaking about their day and laughter with each other. Rena paws were on Links' hand the whole time, as they looked toward each other at times, smiling. She then stood up, taking Link hand, whispering something in his ear as he gave a puzzle look, but followed all the same.

Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 12: Cashing Out Tags: dragon (s)layers, dungeons and dragons, elf, fantasy adventure, drama, supernatural, adventure, shower, futa, dickgirl It was in the ash crusted stone cellar, with air as dank and thick as a steam bath that Sarah really started to question what she was going to do. What did she owe to these people that she could somehow ignore what kind of hell she would be leading them into? She'd get them out of the city and part ways. That was best; best for all them, really. Tessarie was pacing a circle at the far north corner of the room, hands balling up several inches of her too big-to-fit dress. She was careful to avoid the cobwebs and ligaments of cloth dangling from the low ceiling but every time she passed by the support beam Sarah was sure her ear would touch it. Her routine hadn't changed in several hours except to glance at Sarah as though she had any answers. She wasn't the only one, either. Keiter was sitting cross legged on the side of a scorched barrel with his back against the stone wall and his eyes half closed. Kobolds couldn't cry, but everything in his slumped posture said the tears were leaking from his soul. It wasn't every day you got a visit from your goddess and then lost your entire flock. As far as dealing with pain went, he was handling it better than anyone could have expected. Sarah closed her eyes with a long drawn sigh. She wasn't a leader. She didn't even particularly like dealing with people. But, she wasn't going to get out of this city without some help, either. At that thought she quietly approached Tessarie, slipping by the paladin who'd somehow managed to fall asleep sitting on the lip of the stairs. She laid her hand on the elf's shoulder when the girl didn't acknowledge her. "Shh," Sarah put a finger to her lips. "I have an idea." "I. . . need to get out of here." Her upper lip twitched when she stole a glance around Sarah. "I know, sweetheart." She glanced back. Was it the kid who made her nervous or just the surroundings? "We're going right now," Sarah took her shoulders gently. "Look for anything you think we can use--" "Sarah." "Hm?" "When-- If we get out of here, would you tell me about my brother?" Sarah composed her face into a mask, forced herself to smile and leaned in. She wrapped her arms around the small framed elf and pulled her close. "We'll have time for that *when* we're somewhere safe." "J- Just," the young elf whispered into Sarah's shoulder as she stood limp in her arms. "He sent you, didn't he? Please, tell me?" "He. . ." There was always that moment of hesitation with situations like this, not just because it would be hard to confirm any facts but because when she eventually *did* find out Sarah was lying, there was little chance she could smooth over any damage that was done. Sarah looked down at the girl's back. What did she owe this girl, though? She'd already given her her freedom. "D- Didn't he?" The elf's voice cracked. "Y- You're an agent of the Vale, aren't you?" Suddenly she pulled back to look up at Sarah. There was only fear in those eyes. Tears brimmed in the corners, threatening to spill. She knew better. She shouldn't. But her maternal instincts warred with her gut reaction. She could protect this child from experiencing pain in all its forms. She had to. . . "He. . ." She forced herself to smile. "I'm here to keep you safe, sweetheart. I need your help to do it, though. Can I count on you?" "B- But *did* he send you?" "Of course, dear." The girl slumped into her with a relieved sigh. In moments she had her slender arms wrapped around Sarah's lower back, sobbing into her shoulder. "I'm sorry I left. I was wrong, I should've let the Elders strip me of my powers-- I was wrong--" "Shhh," Sarah cupped the back of her head. "You weren't wrong. No, no, no." She closed her eyes, already dreading the answer to the question on her lips. "Who gave you your pact?" "P- Pact?" "Yes, who did you pledge yourself to?" "I--" She pulled back to meet Sarah's gaze. "I don't have a Pact. I was born with these. . . powers." Sarah furrowed her brow. "I see," her hands slid lower to Tessarie's waist. She smiled the warmest grin she could muster. "Then you've done nothing wrong. For sooth, those who'd try to strip you of your powers are as myopic as you are beautiful-- and that says a great deal." "S- So I wasn't. . . I'm not a bad--" Sarah stopped her with a kiss. Her tension melted into Sarah's strong grip and slowly, oh so slowly, she opened herself to the half-elf, gently inviting an advance that wouldn't come. Sarah held her like that for several shared breaths until she was sure the girl was relaxed as could be. They needed focus and Sarah's mind was already several miles away-- they needed money, they needed to get to her house so she could get her supplies, they needed a travel pass for the south gate, and they needed to get out of the city before dawn. She couldn't let those around her break down. In the back of her mind, she knew she *should* have stuck to her plans and left them to fend for themselves. Deep down, however, she knew they'd never make it without her. And, more importantly, she wouldn't make it far without at least two of them. The elf's slender hands came up around Sarah's shoulders and a warm, soft tongue flicked her own. Tessarie pulled her close and sighed a sultry breath into Sarah's mouth silently promising that she could be what Sarah needed if she was given a chance. All she wanted was that chance. Sarah, unfortunately, knew better. She broke the kiss with a forced smile. When the girl looked about ready to pout, Sarah brushed her lips with her tongue. "We'll have time for this later." "O- Okay." "That's a good girl." Tessarie swallowed and blushed. "Like Felicia?" "Mmm. . ." Sarah smiled a little, sliding her hands down to cup the elf's tight little butt. She kissed her forehead when the girl lowered her gaze. "Would you like to be like her?" "N-- NobutIthinkyouwould?" That caught her off guard. She actually considered it for a moment, "I just might. . ." She smiled warmly. It was genuine this time, "Perhaps we can speak of it when Keiter is more himself." "W- What about him?" She nodded towards the human. "He's staying here." "Sarah?" "Shh." Sarah looped her arm around the girl's shoulders and guided her towards the middle of the room. "Find anything of use and let's get out of here. Be quiet and quick, hm?" "O- Okay." As she approached Keiter, the kobold looked up at her with his bright yellow eyes. He preempted her when she tried to open her mouth. "He's not a bad man. He means well." "I don't care. He's a paladin." "And I was a monster--" Sarah held up her hand. "Don't," when he looked about ready to reply, she knelt down in front of him and touched his knee. "I saw something in you. I'd do it again a thousand times-- but *Paladins* don't *change.* They're mindless swords for their gods with no sense of reality." "And *we're* just mindless creatures of destruction." "You are irritatingly persistent, you know that? He's not coming." "Then neither am I." "W-" she blinked. Was he *insane*? "*What?*" He looked down his muzzle at her, head cant just slightly to the side in an expression of confusion. "We'll need allies." He said as though that answered everything. "This-- We're--" Sarah clenched her jaw briefly. "You--" "You know I'm right." He whispered. "This isn't like Silverdunth," she shot back. "I can't *hide* you if we have a paladin with us. I can't *protect* you if we're playing by his rules." Keiter leaned forward and scooped up her hand in both of his. He clasped it as gently as one would a kitten, kissed the back of it and bared his teeth in a small, defeated smile. "You have seen much, my friend, but never forget that you can't run from all your problems. If I am to die, I--" "Won't do it because some loudmouthed--" "He has proven himself fair and just, even against the city guard and the Knights. He tried to stop them." Sarah stared at him. He nodded solemnly to her silent question. "I trust him." "Nnngghhh. . ." "We can do this, my friend. She would not have given us a task that couldn't be accomplished--" "Don't--" Sarah pressed her finger to his lips. "Even the gods fear dragons, do you know why?" His hands clenched around hers reassuringly. "We're in the company of one of the sharpest minds in the world, we'll think of something." "B--" "But first, we need to get out of here." "Y- You're just as crazy as he is--" "I've never asked of you." Keiter lowered his gaze. "I have no right to, but She asked me to. To keep you safe and find this monster and slay it." His eyes flicked towards her briefly. "I love you, my friend, but She must come first. You know this." Sarah clenched her jaw tightly. Only then did she notice her hand was trembling. "A *dragon*, Keiter! I can hide us, I can--" "No more running, Sarah." "Shhhhhiii--" She stood up, hands balling into fists as she surveyed the dingy cellar. "You--" she pointed at him. "You can't do this to me! I *saved you*!" Keiter slid off the barrel and spread his hands in a show of resignation, "She--" "No. No, no, no. You can't-- Have our years meant *nothing* to you?" Tessarie looked up from her scavenging and though Sarah couldn't be sure, she thought she heard the paladin shift behind her. She didn't care by now, the rage was already boiling to the surface. Betrayal cut through her as she stabbed his little chest with her trembling finger. "You don't have the right to kill me! I don't want to die, I'm not *ready*." "She said we would be fine if we were--" "She's *divine*! She has no concept of mortal f--" "She wasn't always." He said patiently. "Ease, my friend. Be at ease. This. . ." His gaze shifted towards the stairs behind Sarah. "We'll be fine." He looked up at her and spread his hands once more. "I can't ask you to come, I can tell you its worth coming." "T- To do what, get eaten? If we're *really* lucky?" "Sarah," A strong masculine voice behind her set the hair on her neck on end. "If what you say is true--" She spun on her heel. "Dear boy, when I want to hear your opinions, I will ask for them. In the meantime--" "I--" "Am interrupting an adult conversation the likes of which you are both ill-prepared and doubly ill-informed to enter!" She saw the flicker of anger spark in his eyes, but instead of getting defensive or acting out, he simply shifted his weight back to the balls of his feet and crossed his arms. "That's more--" "Then tell me what it is you're after." "A dragon." Keiter supplied. He ignored Sarah's glare and stepped up beside her. "My goddess has asked that we slay a dragon." Tessarie piped up. "I thought we were trying to get out of the--" At once all three of them were talking, or trying to, over one another. Sarah stepped out of the middle of it and grabbed the nearest thing she could find-- a jar of pickled sausages. She winged it at the far wall. By the time it crashed against the stone, she was already in mid-breath. "This is what we're going to do, I won't repeat myself, so listen closely; we recover as much of *my* money as possible and then we get to my home, secure our documents and transportation and we leave. Once we're out of the city, we'll discuss our next move." She didn't wait to see if anyone agreed. By the time she noticed they were following, she was half way into the alley with a jar of pickled sausages under her arm. *Bollocks to it.* *\* \* \* \** Nightfall was always strange in the city. The crystal glow-lamps cast a pervasive sapphire hue over the rain-slicked cobbles, highlighting shadows that even Sarah's night vision couldn't quite discern. In one angle the shadows may have been a humanoid in black leathers and a mask, in another it was a roaring dragon waiting to press down and crush her. In the hour since leaving the pub she and Keiter had recovered six of her caches without attracting so much as a raised eyebrow from the guard patrols that were making the rounds on the main streets. It was humiliating to be wrapped in stitched together burlap bags, but with a few carefully placed sticks and some straw, they had managed to make themselves look bulkier than they really were. Add in a little hobble and they easily passed for one of any number of scavengers that worked the night, trying to carve out a meal from the refuse of the day. Two of her caches had been found but she had still managed to recover close to ten thousand coins. They clicked and clacked under her burlap as she hobbled over to the gnarled oak in the middle of Lexum park. Once there, she set about digging out a hollow in the dirt between the larger roots while Keiter kept an eye out. "We'll get out of here and then we--" Keiter started. "Save it." She hauled a familiar linen wrapped box out of the mud and checked the wire trap wrapped around the lock. It hadn't been triggered. "We'll sort this out, just not--" "My friend, run as you will but you'll never get far enough ahead of your problems." Sarah tucked the box under her arm and stood. "Since when did you become such a philosopher, anyway?" As they hobbled over into the shadow of a nearby alley she glanced back at him. "I'm not running." She whispered. "Self preservation is not a uniquely human trait." "You're not uniquely human." "I'm beginning to regret having taught you the difference." "You talk like you were the only one to do so." Keiter took the lead, following a prescribed path through the tight confines of the alley. When they got to the lip of it, they stopped only long enough to ensure they weren't followed before crossing into the opposite alley. "Since when'd you get so cheeky?" "I learned from the best." "Hmph," Sarah let the silence between them linger while they made their way to the lower east side, circumventing the majority of the major streets and patrols. Yet, something. . . Every time they would turn a corner, that little prickle of warning would flair up in the back of her mind. She'd look and naturally, there'd be nothing there. But still-- Someone was following them. "Stop," she whispered. "What? We're--" "Shh. Silverdunth," Sarah scanned the alley they had come through. The word was as much a warning as it was a curse that they both understood. He took up a position near the thicker shadows in order to get a good vantage of the street. For her part in it, Sarah knelt down beside him and tried to blend in amongst the shadows. Nestled in the dark she felt sweat beading up between her shoulders. The gold was heavy, stifling and it wasn't just the cool wind that made her shiver. They'd come too far to die like this. Not in an alley. Not unarmed. "Nothing," the kobold breathed the word. Sarah eyed the roof line for a long moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. She was tired, bloodied and frightened, but she hadn't lost all her faculties, had she? Nothing moved. Maybe she had. She frowned and picked herself up with a groan. "Come on." \* \* \* \* It took them another 20 minutes of prowling alleys to make a wide enough circle around their destination before she felt confident they weren't being followed. By the time they were closing in on the two story wood and brick structure, she had stopped looking back every ten seconds. No one was out to get them, they'd been careful enough not to draw attention and, more importantly still, they didn't *look* like anyone worth following. They hadn't since the pub. They were fine, she promised herself. Tessarie opened the frosted glass door when they were only five steps away, letting them slide past and giving a quick glance to make sure they weren't followed. It was surprising how little the place had changed. When she had first come to the city the entire place was a banker's home converted into multi-function commercial space. She had been answering an employment ad for a record keeper for a private detective, but upon meeting Thadeus and seeing the building itself, she'd fallen in love with its arched skylight and the wide spiral staircase that lead to an exposed second floor hosting the various offices. She had bought it while Thadeus was sick one summer and now owned it; another thing she would have to get rid of. She had known this was too good to last. You didn't rip off a dragon and not expect some kind of long term problems. It wasn't until she got to her office that it really sunk in, though. She'd never be free of the cycle of starting over and having to move. She'd run out of money long before that happened. The extra key was where she had expected it to be; right behind the finger width section of loose trim beside the door. The spring trap she'd installed on the lock was also in place. A good sign; There hadn't been any visitors. Sarah clicked the lock back until she felt the trap give, eased the door inward and peeked. Thadeus's desk was pushed up against the wall and in through the slatted window streetlight feebly tried to illuminate the room. Crates of books and loose paper littered the floor, rotting together under a thick blanket of dust. A cot beside the largest window in the room had been folded up and bound with twine. "Clear," she whispered. Barely ten seconds in the door and she upended a crate of books, spilled them across the floor and grabbed her burlap clothes. As the others took the time to poke their heads in and look around she dumped the bags of gold she'd pilfered from her caches into the crate. Each of them slammed down with a satisfying *chunk*. She could do this. She just needed to keep calm. "There are facilities here if you need to use the bathroom," she said between dumping her clothes and popping over the edge of the desk to grab a flintlock from under the drawer. "Be forewarned, I've some bathing to do, so please be quick. . ." Tessarie bit into her lower lip. "W- Which way?" "Down the hall between the bookcases. First door on the left." "Thanks." Keiter offloaded his own gold into the crate as the human poked his head back out the door. Sarah was in survival mode, barely paying attention, but she did notice he had a shapely back. Strong shoulders and that kind of waist that accented his strengths. It was a crying shame he was what he was. . . Not like it would matter, he was a follower of a different god away. "Right," Sarah set the box of coin down on the desk and stripped out of her rags. "Don't touch this," she said to no one in particular, "I may have need of your fingers later." With that she also set the jar of pickled sausages down and started counting through the coin. By the time Tessarie and the paladin had gone to the bathroom Sarah had divided up the coin into three equal shares which she passed around to Tessarie and Keiter, keeping one for herself. The elf gave her a strange look as she handed over the coin. "Sarah?" She leaned in. "What's that, erm, thing in your bathroom?" "Hm? Oh," she smiled. "I call that an indoor rainmaker. It's like bathing in a waterfall." She blinked. "Really?" "Mhmm. It's quicker, too. Speaking of which, I think I have some clothes that might fit you." "O- Oh?" She brightened. "Come along," She took the girl's hand and lead her to the closet in the rear of the office. Perhaps the only room in the entire building that hadn't been repurposed, the closet was spacious enough to hold the sets of clothes she'd collected over her time in the city from both visitors and her own purchases. It also held her favorite feature of the entire building. "Wow, is--" Tessarie cleared her throat. "Um. . . that's. . . a shrine to Isira, isn't it?" The elf motioned to the marble carving built into the left alcove. And then, meekly, to the shelves that lined either side. "That it is." "And those. . ." She looked between Sarah and the shrine. "Those. . ." Sarah turned to the racks of clothes and started rummaging for something to wear. "Mmmhmm." "But, there are so many. . ." "You make it sound like a bad thing. Better a lover that's willing to introduce the uninitiated in a gentle manner than one that doesn't know what they're doing themselves, don't you think?" Sarah picked out a few blouses, some pants and her favorite set of boots from under the racks. She grabbed one of the better velvet dresses, too, just to be sure she had all angles covered. When Tessarie looked back at her, the girl's deep olive skin had paled several shades. "Y-- You mean. . ." "Each one was a virgin," Sarah stuffed her clothes into a bag, tossed it by the door and started looking for another bag. "I have many hobbies." "S- Sarah?" "Yes, dear?" It came out sharper than she intended. "Please, we really need to be getting ready to leave-- grab some clothes and--. . ." she trailed off when she saw a telltale bulge swelling between the small elf's legs. The hardening member poked the front of her dress forward even as she tried to shift it, to hide her natural reaction. When Sarah went over to her, the girl turned away. "You know. . ." "I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "Shh." Sarah slipped her arms around the smaller woman and laid her chin on her shoulder. "Can I confess something to you?" She pressed her cheek to the full blood's ear, trailing her hands down around the girl's waist. When she tried to slip free Sarah held her firmly. "Let it happen," she breathed into Tessarie's ear. "If nothing else is going right this evening, I should at least like to enjoy you as you are." Tessarie shuddered as she laid her small hand across Sarah's. "R-- Do you mean that?" "Would I lie to you?" The girl turned to look up at the half-blooded woman and her teeth sunk into her lower lip. Her voice wavered while her lips parted to speak but Sarah stopped her, sealed her objection with a kiss. To hell with it, she decided, they had enough time that they could enjoy a little comfort before parting ways. Parting ways. Yes, it would happen sooner than she wanted. Sarah closed her eyes, leaning into the girl's warmth and taking the frail elf into her embrace. She was warm, tender and soft, well hung and cute as a button. Even the pointed ears didn't distract from her beauty. So innocent and naïve, the kind of creature Sarah wanted to be once more. But she couldn't, could she? There was no going back. She knew that and still she longed for it, longed for what could have been. But maybe things *could* be different with the elf. They were both technically immortal-- Tessarie because of her birth and Sarah because of her Pact-- maybe there could be something. Maybe. Tessarie wrapped her arms around her and sunk into the kiss, pulling Sarah close and pushing up on to her tiptoes, somehow managing to prod Sarah's nether lips with the tip of her still hardening cock. The girl let out a soft moan. Sarah slid her hand down and grabbed her butt, pushing her weight further into the fey-blooded woman, setting the tone. Sarah wouldn't be won so easily, no. She wasn't going to find what she *needed* with this girl, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun. It was always the same. No matter the species, they were just too *simple* for her. They didn't offer challenges, they didn't test her. They couldn't *break* her and put her back together again. Tessarie was no different. And yet, she was comfortable to be with. Warm. Responsive. The girl's hands trailed down to Sarah's waist while a soft mewl reverberated in her throat. Maybe they could give it a try. Sarah grabbed her ass harder and slipped her finger between the tight muscles of the elf's cheeks. Too practiced to be new to it, she found the girl's sphincter and pressed against it gently. That got a gasp from her and a wide eyed look. Fear swirled in her eyes as they looked at one another and for just a moment Sarah was sure the girl was going to pull away. "I- I-" "Shh," Sarah kissed her chin. "We've no time for that now, but know this--" she hefted the girl up off the ground with a bit of effort and pinned her against the nearest wall, meeting her eyes with a challenging smile. "I can be giving." She kissed the trembling girl playfully. "Or I can take. . ." Tessarie's eyes widened a little and she blushed with such furious heat that her cheeks almost matched Sarah's hair. The heat from her blush was positively chilly compared to the thick heat that separated them, though. As if reading her thoughts, it twitched. Sarah smiled. "I'll let you choose, but you should know, I have. . ." "Expectations." Tessarie leaned forward tentatively. She licked her lips, looked down and then met her gaze once more. Her cock throbbed against Sarah's stomach. That moment could have stretched on forever and the girl still wouldn't have had something to say. Sarah set her down carefully. "You need to get dressed." "Ineedtobathe," the elf blurted. "That you do." Sarah stood, combed her fingers through Tessarie's blond mane and smiled playfully. "You're cute when you blush, has anyone ever told you that?" When the young elf looked down Sarah sighed and turned back to the clothes rack. She hadn't had many elves in her time in the city, but she did have a few outfits, all of which looked as though they would have fit the young mage with a little modification. Tessarie stepped up behind her. She felt the heat of the elf's hard cock a split second before she registered her presence. In another breath the elf had her hands on Sarah's waist. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind as her hands slid down to cup Sarah's hips while she pushed her thick, hot meat against Sarah's nether lips. Even in her tired state, the warmth was a welcome sensation . The girl's small hands pressed into her meaty flanks and pulled back with as much strength as she could muster. Even with the trembling doubt, it was enough to show that she was trying. Sarah turned her head slightly, feigning disinterest while she continued to pick through the clothes. The red heat of the girl's unnatural appendage didn't fade in the least as she leaned forward onto her tiptoes. She pushed her weight forward and pressed her thumbs into Sarah's lower back, murmuring in a husky, tense voice. "I want to please you." As far as demands went it wasn't terribly inspiring, but Sarah looked back with a smirk. "I think you just want a place to bury that hog leg." "W- What?" "Human expression, dear." Sarah stood and turned, thrusting the clothes she'd picked out at Tessarie. "Let's go get cleaned up, then let's see if you can convince me of your sincerity." Sarah grinned at the elf's confused, hesitant smile. She took the girl's hand and lead her out. In the hall, both Keiter and the human looked at them. Sarah held up her chosen outfit. "Keiter, see if you can find my coat, would you dear?" She didn't wait for a reply before ducking into the bathroom. The teak cubicle in the back of the room was ringed with a halo of copper pipes trimmed with gold accenting two large silver knobs and the pipe that fed the rain head inside the cubicle. It was fairly simple in design and allowed for heated water to be poured in. Sarah stepped around the side of the stall and slid a wood panel to the side so she could pump the lever a few times. Tessarie watched as Sarah primed the shower with a faintly crooked little smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. It was cute in a way, Sarah could almost imagine what may have been going through the girl's mind. She certainly knew what was going on between the girl's legs. "What's that grin for, dear?" "O- Oh! Erm--" She blushed and looked away. "S- Sorry, I was. . . Sorry." The young elf exhaled a sigh into her long blonde bangs and ran a hand over her face. She held it over her eyes, "I find you very attract- attractive." She spread her fingers to reveal an eye. "Is that right *miss* Tessarie?" Sarah crossed her arms under her breasts, gaze lingering on the elf's hard on. Even through the dress, Sarah could see the girl's nipples were every bit as hard, and trying to poke through the material. "Well, then." She sauntered over to the girl and pressed her weight against the smaller elf-blood. The whisper that left her mouth was meant only for them. "What is it you find attractive, dear?" "I--" she fell silent when Sarah took her hand. "Show me." Tessarie swallowed. "L- Like this?" she reached for Sarah's blouse tentatively. Her gaze kept flicking between the shirt and Sarah's eyes. The uncertainty mixed with excitement sparked deep in her warm gaze as she ran her tongue over her lips. "Sweetheart." "H- huh?" "Time is not on our side." The girl inhaled through her nose. "O- Okay," carefully, as though she might break something, she slid her hands under Sarah's blouse and followed the ridges of the half-blood's body. Sarah smiled and raised her arms over her head while Tessarie continued to push up inch after inch. It wasn't until the girl gasped that she realized the mistake she'd made. Her chest was still covered in blood from her wound which she'd not had a chance to clean. "Ah, right. Shower first," Tess smiles weakly. "Sorry-- uh. . . So how does this work?" "Oh, it's very technical. Involved and, I dare say, highly advanced!" The girl frowned. "Oh?" "Mhm. See this knob? You turn it and warm water comes from the head. Like so." "Ohhh--" Tessarie stuck her hand in the stall as Sarah disrobed. "Oh, wow! It's warm!" "That it is. It uses black Mesin rock stored in the--" "Erm, not to interrupt, but this looks really nice." "I've been replaced by my own invention! How uncouth." "N- No!" The girl held up her hands defensively while her sizable cock forced the dress to sway. Sarah found herself eying the thick member. She smirked. "Get that dress off you silly git, come on." Sarah took off her glasses, climbed into the rain stall and grabbed the oils off the cubby, slathering herself up as best she could before Tessarie climbed in. Self-conscious to a fault, perhaps, but there was nothing wrong with being clean. Nothing at all. The moment Tessarie entered the stall her heat filled the room in a way the steam could only dream of; she was small, barely up to Sarah's chest and yet with her firm, lithe body and thick-- even by human standards-- cock, she was a true beauty in so many ways. Wrapped up in olive skin as flawless as the finest velvet and twice as soft, her body was an altar made to be worshiped. Her small, pert breasts heaved as Sarah stepped into the elf's space and took the girl's chin. Between the warm water and the girl's heat, Sarah could feel her body relax-- for the moment, she could ignore the rest of the world and its problems. She could live in this moment and, if she was really lucky, she could find solace in Tessarie's arms. Why not. . . She'd had enough running, it was time to relax. She kissed the woman, deeply. Passionately. Tessarie returned the kiss, her cock throbbing against Sarah's stomach with the pulse of her heart. The girl leaned into her and wrapped her arms around the taller half-elf. She hugged her close, spreading her warmth over Sarah's body from her chest to her toes, she was a complete creature born to be passionate and live. To love. It terrified Sarah in its complexity and yet. . . She was so *simple.* Sarah raked her fingers through the elf's blonde hair and Tessarie responded by pressing into her all the more so her cock was sandwiched between them. Sarah could feel the girl's pulse pounding with every breath. "S- Sarah," the elf whispered. "Mm?" "My fav- favorite parts of you," she swallowed. "Is you." A soft smile warmed her sharp features before she stole a kiss. "You're sweet, dear. Very sweet," Sarah kissed her ear, sliding her hand down the girl's chest, trailing her fingertips between her breasts, down the fine ridges of her slender body. She leaned down and started planting kisses in the wake of her fingers. Halfway to her knees, however, Tessarie took her shoulders. Sarah looked up at her. "Hm?" "Y-- You always do that for me, but. . . M- Maybe I should for you, instead?" Sarah chuckled. "I don't mind. Not at all." "M- Maybe. . . We can do something else." "And what's pinging around between those beautiful pointed ears of yours, then, hm?" The diminutive elf leaned in as she pushed up to meet Sarah's ear. "I'd like to be one with you. If only for a while. . ." "I *like* the way you think." Sarah grinned while the girl carefully touched her waist. "Lower, dear." "R- Right here?" She rested her hands on Sarah's curvy hips, kneading her palms into the flesh. "Oh, t- I like that. . ." "Not half as much as I do. Now, let's see where this takes us, shall we?" If Tessarie's cock could have gotten any harder it could have been made of granite, yet the girl's body was jelly in Sarah's strong, confident hands. For just a moment the half-elf considered their sizes and leaned in, sighing across the girl's ear. "Time being what it is, let's get to things, hm?" "I-- Okay." "Good girl." She turned slowly without breaking the elf's grip. "Down with me," Sarah leaned her head back against Tess's. "Ready?" "Y- Yes." They slunk down to their knees as one, Sarah leaned forward, her progress half halted by the tight confines of the cubicle. Tessarie's hot cock was pinned against her lips by the girl's position, so achingly hard that it actually parted her lips with its girth. The olive skinned beauty leaned over her pale lover and planted a kiss on her shoulder, shuddering even as she accidentally ground her cock against Sarah's lips. "Mmm, my, my. . ." Sarah cooed, bracing her forearms against the wall of the cubicle. Her back instinctively arched to meet the elf's heat; lower and lower she arched until her ass was in full presentation. A shudder wracked Tessarie's body as she leaned over and brought her hands down on Sarah's shoulders. "L- Like this?" Sarah rolled her hips into Tessarie's massive heat, angling her feet in to brace around the girl's ankles. "I will deny you *nothing*, beautiful. Take me as you wish--" Sarah rolled back against her. "I. . ." "Shhh. Ease into it," the half-blood's words came as a whispered purr. "Start by standing outside of my legs. There you go. . . Now. . ." Sarah pressed her knees together and arched her back that little bit more. In her full majesty, her thin waist and generous hips offered a near perfect heart shape that only accented her moisture laden pussy. Tessarie's breath caught in a weak mewl as she knelt down behind her lover and pressed her lithe, firm thighs against Sarah's meatier ones, trying to stem the shaking in her body. She laid her trembling hands on Sarah's back and sighed deeply, leaning over her. "I-- Are you sure? C- Can I?" Sarah smiled over her shoulder, face half hidden by her wet coppery locks. "I thought you'd never ask." She rolled her hips forward and crossed one knee over the other. "Slow and steady, beautiful. . . Don't stop until you're *completely* satisfied." "L-- Like Felicia?" "Mmmm. . . The only difference." She reached back and pulled a hand full of the girl's hair, dragging her into a deep kiss. Tessarie shifted her weight back and slid down, pressing the bulbous tip of her cock against Sarah's moistened lips. She was shaking even harder now. When Sarah broke the kiss the girl was blushing shades Sarah'd never seen before. "Is that you will *never* pull out. . . You will *never* have to hold back. . ." "S- Sarah?" Her voice trembled. The half-blooded woman grinned her most salacious smile. "When you're ready, you will have everything you want from me. But you won't own me. . ." Sarah eased back slightly, inviting the elf into her folds. "C- c- can I? Please, oh please, please. . ." "On one condition." "H- Huh?" The elf choked out, eyes dreary with lust. She gave a tiny push with her cock, threatening to open the pedals of Sarah's dripping sex. "Put your hands where they belong. Anywhere you choose. . . But do it now." Sarah closed her eyes half way and leaned against the thick cock. She needed it, by now there was no more questioning, Sarah *needed* this. The girl shared her need by placing her hands on Sarah's shoulders, hugging her as she trembled against the larger woman. "I-" "Shhh... ease into what you want. Show me just how much y--" Sarah's voice died in her throat as Tessarie pushed inward. The massive cock opened her up from the very instant it pushed in, a gentle but insistent swell that stretched a low carnal moan from deep within. Sarah arched her back lower, inviting the elf to explore her depths as she fought to take a breath. Her heavy, pendulous breasts heaved while the girl slid in deeper. Deeper. Inch after inch pressed her open. The tight confines of her inner core tried to resist the penetration but Tessarie was too insistent. Too demanding. The girl's long blonde hair slid down to drape either side of Sarah's face as she moaned deeply into the woman's ear. "Sarrrahhhh." "That's it, beautiful, that's it. . ." Sarah's own heated moan echoed the elf's. The massive cock pressed deeper still. Plunging into Sarah, now instead of the slow push. Tessarie whined and mewled. She thrust in with a heady, lust filled groan of satisfaction. "Oh!" Sarah exhaled sharply as the cock slammed into her most sensitive spot and plowed right through her. "oh- yes. Yes, there you are." Tessarie grabbed her shoulder. "Sarah!" She tried to push the woman forward with her thrust and bared down on her with all her feeble strength. "Gods, you're. . ." She whimpered. Sarah struggled to get her breath, rolling her hips back into Tessarie. "You deserve this. . ." "Mmph!" "Say it." Sarah huffed. "Say it, beautiful." "Y- You deserve this." Tessarie groaned in her ear. "Not me-- *you*." The girl mewled, drew back half way. She slammed down into Sarah's wet velvet with all her weight and let out a carnal cry. "Ideservethis!" "That's it. . . N- Now. Faster. Harder." Obligingly, the elf wrapped her arm around Sarah's torso and cried in her ear, drawing back and thrusting in. Slamming into her g-spot again and again, waves of pleasure rippled through Sarah's body while she fought to get her breath. Again and again, the young elf drilled into her mature lover, crying out with every thrust. Sarah's breath came in short sips, caught between trying to breathe and moaning out the deep groan that was building up in her throat. With every thrust new waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Her meaty flanks rolled in time to the *pat, pat, pat* of Tessarie's thrusts, echoing loudly in the tight shower. It was carnal and beautiful. Thick and warm. . . Pure. Tessarie mewled in her ear again, driving her cock deeper into Sarah's core. She pushed harder, massaging Sarah's g-spot again and again, all the while moaning into her ear words in elven that had long ago lost meaning to Sarah. The young elf paused after a particularly deep thrust that made Sarah cry out. Her massive cock swelled and throbbed inside the tight woman. She was close. They both were. But Sarah knew she was looking for permission-- She reached up and grabbed Tessarie's hand. "Say it." "Nnngghh. . ." The elf thrust in once. She slammed into Sarah with all the force her little body could manage. Deep, unforgiving. Pure and hot. She *cried* the words into her lover's ear. "I *deserve* this." "Good girl--" Sarah barely managed to breathe as her orgasm started to rip through her. Her body betrayed her, tightening around the thick intruder like a vise. It was tearing her apart and yet the only thing she could do was take it. She couldn't move, she couldn't even breathe as the power of the girl's cock forced her into an orgasm the likes of which she'd not had in years-- it was quick, hard and unrelenting. It didn't wait for her, it didn't care. It exploded over every part of her like a flash fire and ripped the air from her lungs as she bowed her back to Tessarie's demand. The thick cock that filled her was only seconds behind-- the elf slumped down atop her with a loud carnal cry of ecstatic bliss. She pounded into Sarah. Again. And again. Her little fingers gripped Sarah's side and she threw her head back, crying out an indistinct moan that rocked Sarah from the inside out. In seconds the heat inside her erupted in a powerful wave that blasted Sarah's cervix like a fist. Tessarie pulled back and slammed in again, moaning "I deserve t- this!" as load after load blasted into Sarah's pussy. She trembled and mewled, pumping another load. It punched into Sarah so hard that she cried out. With every withdraw a wave of pleasure-pain swept over her both of them, Tessarie's thick seed poured from Sarah's now gaping hole. Sarah grabbed the side of the stall, panting hard as Tessarie slumped down on her back. Her head was fuzzy with lust and fulfillment but at the edge of her consciousness, she heard herself moan. "You deserve this. . . We both do." Tessarie hugged her tight. "I love you." Sarah flinched inwardly. In that split second the haze burned away under the searing words. "Don't ruin a good thing." She whispered. "S- Sorry." "Let's get going." Sarah sighed, and leaned forward to free herself from the still twitching member. "I'm sorry, Sarah." "Shh." "Sorry." "Tessarie," Sarah pushed up with her shaking hands. Her knees wobbled and even the lingering tremble from the powerful orgasm seemed to cling to her like a second skin. She smiled wanly up at Tessarie and kissed the tip of her penis. "Let's go, beautiful. Much to do and all." Tessarie's lips were drawn into a thin line but, to her credit, she nodded softly. "W- We'll talk about it later, okay?" \* \* \* \* The paladin was yammering as Sarah adjusted her elbow length gloves in front of the mirror. Her matching floor length dress did a fantastic job of covering the blouse and pants she was wearing underneath, even with some inspection no one would question that she belonged where she was going. She smiled at her handiwork. When she noticed the human standing behind her she spared him a glance. "Hm?" He frowned. "Weren't you listening?" "I had my mind on other things. Such as getting out of here alive." "Of course you were." He shook his head. "I asked you what you were planning to do--" "Nothing you need concern yourself with, dear." She spun to face him, smiling as a familiar sensual ache throbbed between her legs. "We'll meet at the southern market in two hours. If I'm not there, Keiter and Tessarie will take you somewhere you can hide." "But--" "Ah, ah, ah." She held a finger to his lips. "I've no interest in hearing about your heroics, your cod--" He batted her hand away and met her eyes. Sarah took a half step back, suddenly glad she had her steel toed boots on. "How are we going to keep in contact if you need help?" She ignored him, heading to the desk where she had piled up her duster, backpack and her belts. She lumped them all together and wrapped the belt around her bag before shoving it into the kids' hands. "The only thing I need from you is you to be there, on time and ready to go, dear boy." Tessarie and Keiter crossed the room with bundles under their arms which they added to the growing pile by the door. Most of it was sleeping equipment and other useful supplies-- they'd need to get food and other things on the road to Devon, but they were off to a good start. Sarah met the paladin's gaze expectantly. "I'm just saying, splitting up isn't a good idea. Especially not when you look like. . ." "Like?" Something registered on his face and he looked over her. "Uh oh--" Sarah glanced back in time to see something move in her peripheral vision. A form crossed by the window, blocking out the light for just a moment. "Oh bugger." "Get down--" was as far as he got before the window exploded inward. Never a dull moment. Sarah mused.

When the two friends casually mentioned what their compressor gear grades were, they expected it to be utterly meaningless banter. One of them said they had a certain degree of compression, the other shot back that they had a different one, and that would be the end of it. This was, to put it mildly, not the case, as neither Jean nor Derrin expected the other one to be on the same strength tier, nor did they know they bought their clothes from the same company; if this had been literally anyone else, however, it might’ve just ended there, as even that coincidence would surely not be enough to lead to anything other than a couple of nods and a “small world” comment or two. Alas, neither the Delphox or the Luxray were most people, nor were they remotely close to anything one might call “reasonable”; thus, when they learned that the other was operating on the same compression level as them, what they felt was not mild interest, but an intense sense of competitiveness that immediately led them down some incredibly unproductive mental pathways. For the problem there was that both of them were twice-blessed, in a way that the vast majority of people weren’t: not only had they won the genetic size lottery, having a very dominant hyper gene that gifted them with some rather absurd proportions, but they were also a rare variant of hyper, one who possessed the ability to both grow at will and suffer random growth spurts that led to permanent increases in size. That the two of them also had an active sex life in their own private time only led to them abusing this ability to hell and back; it wouldn’t be the first time that one of them went on vacation and came back to find that their friend had doubled up in sheer mass, only to then turn around and make that number seem puny after a very productive night on the town. Yet for years, Jean and Derrin had kept this little competition of theirs within relatively sane bounds… at least, sane for them. For the former, the Delphox had spent so much time with her bust stretched out to such ridiculous sizes that, even with a stacked double layer of a compressor bra and top working at maximum capacity using the most powerful dimensional distortion technology available, each of her tits was still the size of a large family van, requiring multiple anti-grav pads just to allow Jean to walk around freely. In sharp contrast, the Luxray had gone full bottom-heavy; as much as he’d have loved to have been one of those males who also happened to develop additional breast tissue, his was an unfortunately single-target endowment. Granted, this did leave him with a package big and dense enough to be a serious threat to whatever pavement or floor he was on, to the point where if he didn’t carry his nuts around on anti-grav pads as well then he’d be unable to walk into most buildings, but sometimes he wondered what it would be like if he had that and a pair of tits to go with it. Perhaps this was where their sense of competitiveness came from, or maybe they just wanted an excuse to become even bigger; whatever the case, as soon as it became apparent that he and Jean were working off the same degree of compression, there was but one goal in his mind: outsize the Delphox. Similarly, the moment it became clear that the revelation had led the Luxray down that path, Jean figured the best thing she could do was start making her tits swell as much as possible, hoping perhaps to teach a valuable lesson in not starting something that one couldn’t finish. At the outset, it’d be genuinely difficult to tell which side had the higher odds of coming out of the confrontation as the victor; their true size, the one their bodies would default to if the compression gear they had on was turned off, was already ludicrous enough on its own, but it wasn’t yet big enough to warrant using all of their clothes’ storage capacity. Combined with the fact that they were stacked atop one another, each piece’s pocket dimension, already immense by default, joined together to create what was, at least in theory, a big-enough amount of empty space that no one would ever be capable of filling it completely; in fact, even with their penchant for losing control of themselves, neither Jean or Derrin had ever come close to filling even a fraction of what they had available, so much so that they simply assumed it to be infinite in capacity and carried on from there. It was easier, and mostly an effective shorthand, but not necessarily true; and while most other people would never have any reason to think otherwise, putting those two together and initiating a size-off was one of the few things that could ever possibly serve to stress-test the clothes they had on. It certainly didn’t help that one of the safety features involved releasing a percentage of the wearer’s full size as a means of alleviating undue pressure on the system; this number could be modified to fit the user’s needs if necessary, but was mostly left alone to keep the dimensional distortions at their most stable. Thus, it was expected that, the more one grew, the more mass one had, the bigger they would appear to be to any outside observer, even if their true self was significantly larger; both Jean and Derrin relied on this in order to maintain their preferred aesthetic, even going as far as manually adjusting how much their compressors released in order to achieve what they believed would be the “best” size for them at any given time… thoughts and priorities that were almost laughably quickly erased as soon as their minds focused on getting a one-up on their new “rival” instead. They both had smiles on their faces, of course; maintaining the impression that this was just playful ribbing was paramount, that there wasn’t a burning furnace inside each of their chests that raged and screamed for fuel to be thrown into it, that it might lead them down the tracks to ever-greater heights. It was just banter, after all; they found out they had the same degree of compression, so now they had to start poking fun at one another, and this just happened to include growing themselves out so that even their compressed selves began to bloat outwards at an alarming pace. First was the Delphox, who insisted that what her Luxray companion was seeing was naught but her “empty” state, and that if she truly wanted to, she could easily outgrow anything he could do simply by letting herself fill up; just to drive the point home, the whole street they were on was immediately beset by a sonic shockwave of a power so great that it literally sent the pedestrians closest to Jean falling to the ground, with many having to cover their ears to prevent the eardrums within from being popped from all the loud sloshing. Predictably, the Delphox’s tits began swelling almost immediately after this first impact, overflowing from the already-stretched tube top she was wearing until it turned into little more than a thin strip of cloth, barely concealing the engorged nipples as their forms bulged through the fabric. Despite appearances, the clothes were in no risk of disintegrating; their materials were strong enough to withstand far greater stress, and had merely been designed in such a way as to “enhance the end-user experience”, seeing as very few people bothered to buy something that skimpy if they were purchasing compression equipment to begin with. But, once more, Jean was not most people, and thus happily turned off and pocketed the anti-grav pads holding her tits up, causing those gigantic milkers to crack the cement underneath her, very nearly leading to a section of the sidewalk collapsing altogether. Thankfully, none of the milk escaped into realspace; it merely swirled around in the pocket dimension it was being pumped into, thousands of gallons at a time. Not to be outdone, Derrin too claimed that the cumtanks he had on display were the result of him spending the first hour after waking up getting himself drained, not being anywhere near their “real size”; this of course led to the Luxray quite unashamedly grabbing the base of his cock with both hands, openly stroking it as a means of helping along with his plans. It didn’t take much effort before the skin-tight fabric keeping those spunk factories decent began to groan in complaint, as the mass they were being made to hold back started to multiply at a dangerous rate, Derrin’s body reacting to the stimulation by, naturally, causing him to overproduce in preparation for what had to be yet another breeding. Soon, the two friendly competitors would be roughly at the same size again… which just wouldn’t do. Now, under normal circumstances, the existence of the outside world in itself would serve as a barrier for the kind of size-based self-indulgence that the two hypers were quickly losing themselves in; the simple fact that buildings were a thing, as well as the myriad of physical constants that determined what could and could not happen, served as a constant reminder that the two of them didn’t exist in a vacuum, and thus couldn’t just keep growing without stopping. Unfortunately for this supposed “outside” world, these weren’t normal circumstances, and neither Jean nor Derrin could really care less about what their size-off did to anything or anyone else; as far as they cared, there was no anything else beyond the two of them, as their minds had effectively tunnel-visioned into seeing one thing, and one thing only: themselves, bigger than the other one. This was the natural state of things, how the universe should be, and it was the sole concern as far as the Delphox and Luxray were concerned; neither sustenance nor breathing nor obeying the law nor anything else was even remotely as important as establishing size dominance, and if anyone disagreed, then they were more than welcome to take it up with either of the two budding giants taking up an increasingly large amount of space in the middle of the street. The sidewalk was obviously no longer enough for what the two had in mind; hell, Jean in particular had already swivelled to face the road so that her tits had enough space to grow into, while Derrin had opted with the opposite approach, letting his nuts bulge out and climb against the façade of the nearest buildings, the sound of crumbling concrete rising in intensity as the artificial structure slowly lost the tug-of-war against the encroaching wall of cumstuffed ball meat. Any cars still driving would soon be forced to slam on the brakes, unless of course they wanted to crash directly into a pair of milkers big enough that their nipples alone were larger than most vehicles on the street to begin with, and only growing further with every passing moment; yet, there was relatively little panic around the Delphox and Luxray, as it wasn’t the first time, nor would it (presumably) be the last that a couple of hypers had an unfortunate spillage incident. As far as any of the onlookers knew, there wasn’t a growing competition going on, merely a compressor failure, and those were relatively easy to deal with; as a few people called emergency services, the rest simply walked away to what they imagined was a safe-enough distance, blissfully ignorant that nothing on the planet would be safe as long as Derrin and Jean didn’t settle their differences and decided who was the biggest between them… and seeing as neither was willing to concede, that might very well take a long while. The first sign that something was definitely not normal was when someone dared to walk up to Jean and ask if they needed any help; the young man expected the Delphox to tell them the technical specifications for their compressor gear, but instead, she looked at him with the most confused look on her face, as if the question was so unexpected that it short-circuited her brain. Jean barely managed a “No?” before turning back around to face Derrin, knowing that if she kept going she might very well say something rude; then again, why did that random pedestrian figure it was their business to get involved with her life? Surely they had better things to do. Things like slowly starting to understand that what they were looking at wasn’t just a random spillage incident, but rather the sight of a hyper that just happened to be a grower as well; things like coming to the dreadful realization that they were going to be smothered in an avalanche of softness if they didn’t turn tail and immediately run away. Not that the two friends really cared for such things, obviously; as far as they were concerned, what the little ones did with themselves was neither here nor there, something so utterly irrelevant that to even consider its lack of importance was a complete waste of their time, time that could instead go towards making themselves even larger, that they might win their competition and finally determine who was the largest between them. That this caused plenty of damage to their surroundings was to be expected; the speed at which it did so, however, was not. Most compression failure events were relatively slow affairs, with the amount of redundant systems installed into most specialist clothing turning what would be explosions of size into slow releases that gradually filled up everything around the unfortunate hyper as their full size leaked into realspace. For Jean and Derrin, however, there was no real reason to take it slowly; seeing as they both had the ability to make their bodies bloat and swell at will (or at least parts of them), the moment they saw that the other one had outsized them, then they themselves could simply will their own assets bigger, in a dance that very quickly lead to a complete blockage of the street they were in, and the rapid collapse of two apartment blocks once the Luxray’s nuts grew large enough that they spilled over the the rooftops. Yet, even as this happened, even as the Delphox’s nipples punched two gigantic holes in two separate structures several feet out in front of her on the other side of the road, neither of the two thought that this was out of the ordinary; being so accustomed to their real bodies being significantly larger than even what was on display, it was little more than business as usual for Derrin and Jean, little more than letting their true selves out into the world, just like they did whenever they had enough space and felt like cutting loose. It just so happened that they were in a more crowded area, but really, who was paying attention? Who really cared about the fact that Jean’s tits were barelling over several buildings while Derrin’s nuts were well on the way to taking up an entire city block? Who really cared that the two of them had long-since lost control over themselves and were unable to handle the flood of hormones that came with using their growth abilities, all while still thinking that they were manning the helm and the whole thing was merely a friendly competition to determine which was biggest? Jean certainly didn’t care, and Derrin wasn’t even thinking about it at all; their minds had focused on the notion of size, and so long as they weren’t the undisputed, unbeaten leader in the two-person championship, then clearly the only thing they should be doing was growing even larger, that they may secure their position and finally show the other one who was in charge there. Granted, this did lead to a few quakes being triggered around their location, as a result of their shifting mass doing a number on local geological stability, not to mention the alarms that went off when bystanders properly realized that the growth wasn’t going to peter out, much less stop, but that was just par for the course; obviously, the world wasn’t going to just take that sort of expansive madness lying down, not when there was a pair of milk-filled udders the size of a small stadium flattening large chunks of the city, or a pair of cumtanks of similar size wrecking their way through even more of the urban jungle. Sadly, what the world wanted was of no interest or relevance to the two people responsible for the widening disaster area, neither of which could truly be said to be conscious anymore; sure, they were awake, and if talked to they might just respond with some babbling or nonsense words, but there was very little of their original selves still inside them. What little there was had been packed away in a cage in their back of their minds, where their silly words of caution and self-restraint could do no harm, could no longer get in the way of their instincts telling them that they should keep going instead, they should keep growing again and again and again and never stopping until they were certain they were the biggest… only to push further still, because why shouldn’t they? The world was their oyster, and at their size, there wasn’t anyone around that could hope to stop them. Well, there might be, but neither Jean nor Derrin were in a fit mental state to form that thought coherently; they just wanted to grow, become bigger, to spill over the landscape as they slowly filled the inside of their pocket dimension. So much size, so much mass, and yet they’d barely even managed to reach a fraction of a percentage point of their compression field. They still had so much work to do.

Title: Dawning of a New Age: Caged Animals by Black Widow Tags: Bizarre, Canine, Captivity, Character Development, Drama, Fantasy, Human The dog followed the cat for some time. He didn't know where the alley tabby was going, but he hoped it was to food. He hadn't eaten in what seemed like an eternity. They walked to an old, broken building. The cat jumped nimbly into a shattered window while the dog looked around. He snorted his frustration when he couldn't find an opening. The tabby cat peered out from the broken window and meowed. This caught the dog's attention. The two looked at each other for a moment. The cat nodded and turned back into the window. This time, the dog followed. He carefully picked his way through broken wood and rusty metal. Water dripped into puddles along the broken tile flooring. They entered a chamber that seemed to have escaped the horrors of the outside world. In this chamber was a wide assortment of stray cats and dogs, along with two humans. The dog looked on curiously. His stomach rumbled from hunger. The cat had joined him this time and was contently purring. A large German Shepherd approached the duo. This female looked as if she once belonged to a wealthy family. It was possible she was once a show dog. She looked down at the mangy dog and his feline friend. "Welcome to the only sanctuary left in England. Everything else has been destroyed," the shepherd said, her voice deep and baritone. The dog looked at the female with interest. It wasn't common for dogs to talk. Especially in the presense of humans. That thought in mind, he looked again at the two humans. They were scrawny things, these humans. Both were female and neither looked the least bit appetizing. Their hair and skin was so dirty, you couldn't tell their race or heritage. The dog shook his head at their state. The shepherd turned her head in the same direction. She sighed. "This was all we found of our human companions. Everyone else has died." The dog approached the humans tentively. He bent low to the ground and pressed his nose into one of the female's hands. The young girl smiled and let him sniff her. He looked back at her and licked her face. "What is your name?" he asked softly. The girl stared at him. It was obvious she couldn't believe he could talk. So, the dog asked again, this time with a much more calmer voice. "Rebecca," she stammered out. The dog nodded. He turned to the shepherd and the mixture of dogs and cats around. "There has to be a way to check other places. I know England is not the only place in the world. We should get a full report of the outcome of the rest of the world. This girl, Rebecca, may be able to help us." The shepherd approached him. "What is your name, dog?" "Sparky." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ *East Coast, America, 9113* Sparky growled his discomfort as he fixed the human child some food. It had been two months since they got the girl and now he was stuck taking care of her. As he fixed the food, he remembered why he didn't want a human. When he was a pup, Sparky had gotten a human boy for his birthday. He was so excited, but his parents told him that he would have to take care of the boy. And he did. Little did he know the amount of work involved in such a process. Humans needed a special diet. And being ominvores, they needed a special mixture of vegatables and meats. And everything had to be cooked. Humans did not do well on raw meat. And humans were curious. You had to keep them occupied. Give them new challenges. And plenty of books and learning materials. If you didn't constantly teach them new things, they grew up to be duds and horrible. And they needed to bathe at least every other day, if not every day. More than two days without a bath and they reeked. Sparky's children had been very enthusiastic about having a new pet. The family had gone to the pet shop where the children racked up Sparky's credit card to $300 on supplies for the small human. The dog sighed as he placed the food on the floor and called to the human. The girl ran into the kitchen and sat on the floor. She picked up the plate, spoon, and fork, and hungrily gobbled up the chicken and rice meal Sparky had fixed. Indeed, this human did not belong to Junior and Snook. No, this girl belonged to Sparky. After only one week of having the human, the pups had lost interest. And instead of getting rid of the girl, Selna had told Sparky to take care of it. The dog sat at the table with his breakfast and opened the morning newspaper. He lazily read through the stock exchange and sports information. "So, more felines are rebelling," he said, as he read the headlines. He looked at the small girl. After a good bath and brushing, the girl's blonde hair began to shine. She was a cute little girl, even if she lacked fur. She had green eyes and slightly tanned skin. She looked up from her plate and smiled childishly at the dog. Sparky returned the smile. "My boss would get a kick out of you. He would be so happy to see the little human girl that I rescued from getting put to sleep. He's a human rights activist himself. A large lion with a huge mane," he said. The girl's eyes widened as he told her about his boss. Then she giggled. "Lions are pretty," she said. Sparky nodded and gestured to the girl. The little girl leaped from the floor and skipped to the dog. The dog scooped the small child into his lap. "Yes, lions are pretty. But they can be a nuisance as well." "What's a nuisance?" the little girl asked. "Well, Ash, a nuisance is when someone or something becomes very annoying. Sometimes to the point where you want to get rid of them," Sparky explained. The child pouted. "Am I a nuisance?" Sparky laughed and ran his paw through her hair. "What would ever make you believe that?" he asked. "That's what Junior called me," she said, tears glistening in her eyes. Sparky pulled her closer and did his best to calm her. "You are far from a nuisance. Junior just doesn't like the idea of having to take care of you. Not that he does anyway. Don't worry. I'll talk to him," he said. The girl nodded. "Master? Can I meet your boss?" she asked. Sparky thought about it for a moment. "Well, every year he has this special deal where we can bring our pets with us. And it's coming up. So, yes, if you would like, I can bring you." The girl squealed. Surprised by the new sound, the dog looked at Ashleigh. His ears perked up and he cocked his head. the child giggled. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The lion gazed at the girl with interest. He paced around her. Ashleigh was frightened. She hadn't realized just how big Sparky's boss was. Not to mention, she hadn't really seen other animals aside from the dogs at home. This was definantly not a dog. As Kelai reached out to pet Ashleigh, the frightened child ran behind Sparky. The lion and the dog laughed. Sparky bent down and picked the girl up. "There's nothing to be scared of," he said to her soothingly. "Mister Kelai here is really nice. He just wants to look at you." Ashleigh had buried her face in Sparky's fur. She peeked out a little as Kelai petted her hair. "If you would like, you can call me Lyciun," the lion told the girl. Holding tight to Sparky's fur, the girl looked up. This lion was really big and frightening looking. Kelai gave up and went back to his desk. "You should take her to the human park. Get her used to other animals and other humans. Keeping her in one place all the time is not good," the lion said as he sat in his chair. Sparky raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me how to train my human?" The lion shook his head. "No. I'm trying to give you advice. She terrified of any other animal that is not you or a member of your family. Not to mention the humans. She won't even go near them." Sparky sighed. "I know. I just don't ever have the time." He sat in a chair and placed Ashleigh on the floor. "You should make time, Sewell. She's just a child, so she can still learn to be around others. If you don't train her early, you'll have a hard time with her later in life. Trust me. I've got five of them at home," Kelai explained. "That doesn't surprise me. Felines are known to have many humans as pets," Sparky said. Kelai shook his head again. "And one day other animals will realize that humans are not pets. They should be treated like any other being." Sparky sighed. This was a neverending battle. "As long as I'm paying and having to take care of her, Ashleigh is my pet. I don't appreciate you saying differently in front of her. Haven't you heard of what humans do to animals who give them such liberal ideas?" The lion scoffed, "All of my humans have liberal ideas and they are just fine." "They haven't figured out they could revolt yet," Sparky said. "Why would they? What would be the point? Humans know that the masterminds of this world are the animals. They won't undermind us. They are intelligent creatures," Kelai said. Sparky rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, "Next you'll be telling me they have souls." The canine stood up and called to Ashleigh, who had wondered off to look at the African masks Kelai had mounted on the walls. The girl quickly obeyed and took Sparky's paw into her hand. Sparky gestured to the small child. "See, Kelai? She is a good child. She does as she is told and she doesn't think anything about it. You start putting ideas in the head of a child like this and soon she'll start rebelling. Remember, I used to own a human before her." "Yes, Sparky, I remember," the lion sighed. "He was a good lad. It's a shame your parents had to put him down." Sparky sighed. "In his rebellion, he killed a three-year-old kitten." "I still think it was an accident," Kelai said. "Regardless, Lycuin, once a human kills an animal, you have to put them down. They won't hesitate to kill again," Sparky explained. The dog lead his human out of the office and down to his own, private office. As Sparky typed on the computer, the child played in a corner with her toys. They left the office building around five o'clock and headed home. Ashleigh sat in her seat and looked out the window to the passing animals and cars. She sighed, "Master? What happened to the little boy you used to own?" Sparky kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. "My parents had bought me a little boy for my birthday one year. Course, the boy was about ten years old when I got him. A few years later, Lycuin and I were playing in the front yard when Greg, my boy, dropped a kitten from the treehouse we had. Normally cats land on their feet and are fine, but this kitten was only eight weeks old. Her neck was snapped. Instead of suing us, the kitten's parents demanded that Greg be put to sleep. I haven't had another human since. Until you, that is." "You knew Mr. Kelai when you were little?" she asked. Sparky nodded. "We were classmates and good friends growing up. Little did I know I would ever wind up working for him." Ashleigh smiled and nodded her content. She turned back to the window. They pulled into the drive to see Selna greeting them on the porch. As they climbed out of the car, the female canine smiled to them. "Supper is ready," she said. Sparky nodded and took Ashleigh's hand. Together they walked into the house and went to their supper. Ashleigh sat on the floor and contently ate her meal of green beans and smoked sausage.

Title: Our Divine Discontent by Squirrel Tags: Character Development, Foreplay, Leopard, M/F, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel, Suggestive, Wolf This wasn't supposed to hurt ... was it? Was this supposed to hurt? Ketchy sat on the couch. In the near-dark. Unblinking. Waiting. Waiting for him to come home (to their quarters). He was late. As usual. As always. And, as always, he would ... brush it off. Say he was too busy with stuff in engineering. Stuff. What was stuff? Who was busy with stuff? He was too closed-off to elaborate on it. Or on anything. He'd been like that ... when they'd met. But she'd been lonely. Been desperate. Had thought, naively, that she could change him. Make him open up. That she could make this work. But he wouldn't change ... he was afraid to show emotion. Was afraid to talk of deep things. The kind that ... she didn't even know. She didn't know! Cause he wouldn't TELL her ... would not communicate. She longed to share herself. To communicate in ... full flower. To ... that's what mates did, wasn't it? Mates were close. So close. Mates were ... would give their lives for each other. That's what mates did. But she knew, if asked the question ... she would reply that, no, she wouldn't give her life for him. She wouldn't even need to hesitate ... in saying no. She was fond of him. She was ... had convinced herself, maybe, that this was love, but ... ... again, she came to the fact that ... this relationship was born out of desperation. Both of them had needed some kind of intimacy. Neither had thought it through. Neither was compatible, but ... they'd forged blindly ahead. And, now, it was falling apart all around them. And everyone knew it. She could see it in their eyes. How they looked at her with a gaze that seemed to say, "Poor Ketchy ... won't she ever be happy?" She felt their pity. And it made her sad ... when Fredrick got sad, he got MAD ... he had a rage problem. No one knew about it but her. She had seen him angry. Oh, he hadn't hurt her, but ... he'd scared he more than once ... with his glowering gazes. With his stalking, out-of-nowhere rants. And, now, Ketchy had fled into the arms of the ship's only otter. Denali. He was strong. He was ... sweet. He whispered things into her ear. He would do that. He would ... do lots of things with her. And to her. Oh, the things ... Ketchy closed her eyes. It would be too one-dimensional to blame this all on Fredrick. But she wanted to. She had tried so hard to make this relationship work. She had put SO much energy into it, and what had he put into it ... in return? What had he given back? What was his problem? And, if he HAD a problem, why wouldn't he TELL her what it was? She sighed in frustration. Opened her eyes. Still waiting. No one knew, yet, of her affair ... maybe Adelaide knew. Did she? Ketchy couldn't be sure. If you had a secret on this ship, you steered clear of the bat. And of Field, too ... the both of them. They were too moral for their own good. They would sense it. They would want to help, and ... all that ... But she didn't think anyone knew yet. But they would. It would only be a matter of time, and ... she needed to end this (with Fredrick) before that happened. She didn't want to be branded as a cheater. As someone who was prone to be unfaithful. She didn't want to be branded in any sort of bad way. No, she would ... dump Fredrick. And go stay in Denali's quarters. And ... something like that. Maybe ... she didn't know. She hadn't really thought this through ... not in clear fashion, anyway. She was simply in a lull. In a daze. Just ... accepting the heaviness of her reality. Where was he? Why did he spend so much time away from her? Field and Adelaide, Wren and Rella ... all the other duos on the ship, they ... were in LOVE. They LOVED each other, and they spent almost all of their free time with each other. Why didn't Fredrick spend time with her? Where was he? Engineering? Was he really in engineering, or was he doing yiffy things in the simulation room? Or ... was he on the snow rabbit station? Getting drunk ... or something. No, if he'd been getting drunk, she would be able to smell it. And tell it ... right? Wouldn't she ... But, ultimately, this was a ship of, what, eighty-four furs? Everyone knew everybody else. And they had NO mission ... right now. Other than to orbit the snow rabbit world. Other than to ... simply live. Simply survive. No, Fredrick stayed out at nights ... because he didn't want to come back to her. Because he didn't want to talk. Because things gotten so awkward. And how had it happened? How did it ever happen ... She was mated to him. And yet she was making love, daily, with Denali ... the otter. He worked in the science lab. He was the back-up medic. And it had been so easy to fall in love with him. And STAY in love with him ... while, at the same time, falling out of love with Fredick. And STAYING out of love ... with Fredrick. She dreamed, like all furs, of ... that one, magical mate. Who would forever satiate every desire. Every need. Who would be as much for you ... as you could be for them. Who would be your equal. Your ... partner. Your ... everything. She was jealous of so many of the other furs on this ship. Like, Assumpta and Azure ... the snow leopard and squirrel. What an unlikely pair. What a recipe for ... malfunction. And, yet, they were still together. And they were fine. You could see it in how they looked at each other. In how he smiled, and how she protectively positioned herself next to him ... in social situations. They'd been in a relationship of impossible odds. And they had made it work. Ketchy had gotten into a normal relationship ... with a normal squirrel. The odds should've been great. Should've ... The door swished. Ketchy turned her head. Fredrick stepped in. Pausing. And his whiskers twitched, and his tail jerked about (like a flag that had lost its luster). "Hey," he said, not really making eye contact. And going for the kitchen area. To the food processor. Getting an orange juice. He drank orange juice at all times of the day. She once asked him why he liked orange juice so much, and the response she'd gotten: "Dunno." That was always his response ... and she wasn't going to listen to that for her entire life. She wasn't going to ... she didn't want to hear that word ever again. "Fredrick," she whispered. No answer. His back turned to her. He sipped his orange juice. "Fredrick ... we have to talk." "I'm gonna take a shower ... " "No," she said. "My fur's all matted." "I don't care," she said, more harshly than ... her norm. "We need to talk." He looked to her. "And if you don't wanna talk ... fine. I'm used to it. But you're gonna listen," she said, voice getting quiet again. Her breath shook. "I'm ... I don't think this is working," she said. For she didn't know what else to say. How else to word it. It was the truth, wasn't it? "Well ... " "Well, what?" she pressed. Eyes boring into him. "What?" "Well, maybe you're just tired ... " "What?" She made a face. "Maybe if you get some sleep, in the morning ... " "No. No, this will NOT ... " She reigned in her frustration. Breathed. "This will not be better in the morning. It will not be better tomorrow. It will not be better next week. It's ... it's not working. Darling," she said, and trailed. When was the last time she'd called him darling? She didn't even remember. She cleared her throat. "I'm ... I have to leave," she said, eyes watering. Eyes darting. "I ... I've spent the past year ... you know, as ... " She shook her head. Breathed, breathed. "It wasn't a waste of time, but ... I mean, I don't regret it. I mean, there's no reason to regret things," she said, "in life. We can't change them. But we can learn from them. These things ... these things," she said, "make us who we are. Who we become. I believe in fate," she said. "This had to happen." A breath. She slowly brought her own tail around (to her front) ... and held to it. "And it has to end." She looked back up at him, eyes watering. She swallowed. A lump in her throat. Why was this so hard? Again, if it ... if this love wasn't working ... why was it so hard to let it go? Why was she crying now ... quietly, quietly crying. Fredrick went to the table. Sat down ... several feet away from her (and the couch). And he turned his glass around. Staring at the orange juice. He wore a blank expression. Didn't he even care? Wasn't he even going to show emotion ... even now? Now, of all times? Was he that cold ... "I honestly ... I don't know what I saw in you," she managed, through her sniffles. Paws wiping at her own eyes. "I know that sounds cruel, and I'm sorry, but ... I hate lying. I'm not gonna lie ... anymore. I ... and I think you know it, too. I don't think you love me. I don't think ... think ... I don't ... " She had to stop for a few seconds to compose herself. "I don't think you find me attractive." She gave a little sob. "I don't ... when you touch me, there's no fire in your eyes. Just ... a mechanical instinct. I hate it," she said. Fredrick twitched. Saying nothing. But his teeth were clenched. "You can get mad if you want, but you've ... you've no right to," she told him. Accusingly. "I gave you so much of myself!" A cry. "And you took it all for granted ... you ... oh, just ... I can't ... I can't do this anymore. I can't ... we're not mates anymore ... I'm leaving," she said. Her words coming erratically. "Fine," he said, almost growling it. With a disdain. "But I'm keeping our quarters." Ketchy buried her muzzle in her paws. Shaking. And she sniffled ... no, he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it ... she, after a moment, stood. And hesitated. And went into the bedroom. Emerged a second later with a bag. She had already packed her things. "Where are you going?" he asked casually ... dully. As she went to the door. "I'm going to live with Denali. I'm going to be his mate." Denali lived on E-deck, a few quarters away ... from Field and Adelaide. "Denali? The fox?" She sniffled. "He's an otter ... you ... " She was going to call him some kind of name, but ... didn't. "He's an otter. And I love him." And she added, as a verbal dagger, "And I don't love you. I'm not sure ... if I ever did." In a way, she regretted those words ... as soon as they'd been spoken. But, in a way, she ... it had been satisfying. And maybe it was true ... maybe what she thought was love ... never was. Maybe she didn't yet know what love was. Maybe she would find it with Denali. Maybe she would finally be a happy fur. A fur who, when seen in a room, everyone would say, "I'm glad Ketchy's here. She makes everything so bright." Fredrick shrugged. Obviously angry. And he looked to her. "Whatever," was all he said. "That's all? Whatever?" she spat. "Just get out," he whispered, looking blank again. She nodded, clutching her bag. Her belongings. "I will ... don't worry, I will ... " Her voice shook, and the plain-brown fur on her cheeks was matted from her salty tears. And she ... hesitated. And turned. And left ... ... and didn't make it twenty feet down the corridor before she had to stop, slump to the wall, sink to the floor ... and sob. Gnaw ... gnaw-gnaw ... "Heh ... my foot-paw," whispered Dotna. "You're gonna leave it attached?" "If I gnawed it off ... I wouldn't be able to chew on it anymore. Would I?" Pyro asked, looking up from his task. Red, red eyes ... glowing. Red eyes knowing. And knowing what? Sometimes, it was hard to tell. Sometimes, the wolf was hard to figure out. But he had a spark about him. He had a levelness about him. And, even after this short while, the chipmunk loved him. Did love need a timetable? Could young, sudden love ... be as pure as long, gradual love? Were there different degrees of love? Love ... say it enough times, and the word (like the emotion) would stop making sense. "Why do you love doing that?" Pyro looked up ... from his position (on his belly, facing the opposite direction ... she was on her back, her shoulders and head propped up by pillows). His muzzle was at her foot-paws. He was nibbling. He never hurt her ... with his teeth. Never. He was so careful. He put those sharp teeth to her fur, to her body ... and pressed. So she could feel it. Feel his love-bites. And he would suck and gnaw and ... "Why do you bite?" His red eyes met her forest-green ones. She had emerald eyes. She waited. "I'm not entirely sure," he confessed. "I like ... putting pressure," he said, "on things." "Why's that?" "Things under pressure ... adapt. Things under pressure ... show their strength." A giggle. An eye-dart. "So, what does ... that doesn't make sense." "I guess I bite, also cause ... I mean, I can touch you with my paws," Pyro said. "And you feel soft. And you feel warm. And you feel real. I can touch you with ... my nose. And I can smell you. Smell your fur. The soap you use. The sweat from the day. Your own natural scent. I can ... but to make contact with your lips, with your muzzle," he insisted, "is the most intimate kind of touch." She watched him. Her belly and breasts were a lighter shade than the rest of her. A bold, brown stripe ran down her back. Her tail was long. But not wide. Not bushy. More like ... a bit like a fuzzy wire. But not as snaky as a mouse's tail. "Kissing, tasting ... biting," he said. "When I nibble on your body," he whispered, giving her the most intense, masculine stare (that seemed to raise her own body temperature several degrees). "When I nibble on your body, I know, without a doubt ... how real you are. How warm you are. How intimate ... such contact is. I ... I don't know." He looked away. To the sheets. "I love to bite," he whispered. Eyes glazing over. "Well, you are a wolf," she said, smiling. "Even if you're a prey-like wolf, you're still a wolf." He gave her a head-tilt. And a smile. "I guess so." "You guess so?" she teased gently. "Don't you know?" A sly shrug. "Mm ... " She reached out a paw. Ran it over the fur on the cheeks of his rump. On the backs of his strong legs. "Well, I gotta say ... no one's ever wanted to nibble and gnaw on me before." "I'm sure they have ... " "Oh, I've been kissed. Been hugged. Never ... never nibbled or gnawed. Not until you came along," she said quietly. Reflectively. "Well, I guess I'll have to make up ... for your lost time. Have to nibble you raw." A giggle. And she tugged at one of the periwinkle-blue sheets. But he tugged back. Starting a tug-of-war. "Hey," she whispered playfully. "You don't need it ... are you cold?" "No ... " "Then what ... you don't need to cover yourself." She flushed. "I've seen it up close," he reminded. "Yeah ... I know." A pause. "You know, squirrels are ... they have beautiful tails. And mice ... are so adorable, and ... you know, chipmunks? We're sort of ... lost in between them. You know?" "You feel inadequate?" "No, I just ... I feel I have to fight harder to get noticed." "Well, I notice you," was Pyro's response. "I notice you, and ... " He returned, in the dimness of their room, in the lateness of the hour, in the softness of their bed ... to biting on her toes. Delicately biting on her toes, and then ... on the rest of her foot-paw. Moving to nibble at her ankles. "You're ... sure," she panted, "you're not a meat-eater?" An almost-shy question (with a cheeky grin). "Is pussy a meat?" A giggle. And another. "Um ... don't know. Don't think so." "Well, then ... I'm not a meat-eater. But I do love to nibble on a nice chipmunk now and then. Most delicious." "Only delicious?" "Scrumptious," he corrected. "Ooh ... " She sighed. As he nibbled on the fur (and, beneath it, the flesh) of her thighs. His teeth grazing through her fur. "Ooh, I've ... never been called scrumptious." "You have now." She couldn't argue with such logic. Oh, he was impeccable! "I want you to learn ... to learn," he said, "how to bite back." "My teeth aren't as sharp as yours." "You can still bite, though ... right? You still have a muzzle? Still have jaw-bones? Still ... " "Yeah," she giggled. "Yeah ... " "Well, you'll like it." "So, there's a method ... to your madness, huh? To biting? There's a style? You don't just ... bite at random?" "Oh, no ... no," he breathed. "To make it sensual, to make it ... to make it feel good, you have to know what amount of pressure to apply. Have to know the sensitive spots," he whispered, "of your mate's body. Have to know which directions to graze your teeth ... through fur. To go against the grain of each strand of fur ... so that you can feel," he said, "the fur parting. Have to know ... so much. Biting," he confessed, "like so many aspects of love-making ... is an art." She couldn't argue that ... couldn't argue anything ... for his was nibbling and gnawing his way up, up ... past her groin. To her belly. And up and around. "You're not gonna ... bite my, uh ... my ... " "Nipples are for suckling ... not biting," he whispered. Breath going faster, faster. "Thought everyone ... knew that," he said, blowing a warm breath onto her left breast. Her left nipple. Body half draped over hers, and his brushy, ragged wolf tail in the air. Wagging ... wagging ... Her eyes squeezed to a shut. And her paws reached out and clutched the back of his head, holding him in place. He suckled ... And she sighed ... forgetting all the question she had meant to ask (about his past). Forgetting all the worries. Simply a prisoner to his tongue. His teeth. His lips. Literally ... being muzzled. And loving it. Piano. Flute. Or oboe? Something trilling ... holding its note, trilling, and trailing. Something going solo ... in a bed of brass sounds. "What is this?" Assumpta asked. Angular ears swiveling. "I do not recognize this piece." "I got it from the snow rabbit database. Bailero from Chants D'Auvergne." Azure took a step (a bare step) toward her. Body bare. Foot-paws bare. In the open air of their quarters. Once more, it was night. And, once more ... hours of soft, sweet delight. With each other. With words, with touches, with glances ... and, now, with dances. They were going to dance. Just like they'd talked about (but hadn't yet done). "The instrumentation," the snow leopard whispered. "You like it?" Azure whispered back. Meeting her half-open eyes ... from half a foot away. "Yes. It is ... pleasing," she whispered. A smile. A bright smile from him. And she gave that eye-smile. She practiced that look in the mirror. When her mate wasn't around. She practiced smiling in the mirror. She practiced smiling every day. And ... ... he put his muzzle to her cheek. And gave a soft kiss. A soft, soft kiss. And slipped his arms around her waist. She was, being a snow leopard, stronger than the squirrel. A bit taller. She was the predator, and he was the prey ... and he slipped his arms around her waist. And leaned his head on her shoulder. And closed his eyes. She brought her white paws, and her white, grey-striped arms ... around his back. And held him close. And also closed her eyes. And purred. Oh, she purred! "You don't know," Azure whispered (with such delicacy), "how much I love it ... when you do that." "When I do what?" "Purr. I ... your purr," he whispered to her. "It's the most beautiful sound. It's the safest, warmest ... most wonderful sound," he said, sounding so innocent. So vibrant. She breathed inward through her nose. And purred against his neck. Moving her muzzle to his ear. And purring in there. "Oh ... " The squirrel relaxed in her grip. Relaxed ... so utterly. In her arms. And she kept purring, and she started turning them in a slow circle. To the sound of the music. To the operatic, femme voice ... of whatever snow rabbit was reciting the words that accompanied this classical piece. This slow, slow ... romantic swaying music. Azure hadn't wanted to waltz. Hadn't wanted to ... move all about the room. He had wanted to sway. Swaying was a kind of dancing, wasn't it? It still counted, didn't it? Sway ... sway ... slowly. In circles. Bare foot-paws, pads of foot-paws ... shuffling on the carpet. Toes bumping into each other. His weight clinging to her. Her weight supporting him. They danced like this, in slow, swaying fashion ... for minutes. Eyes closed. Her purring, and him ... chitter-squeaking. Making their little sounds. Holding to each other's soft, warm fur. His tail, larger, bushier ... twitching regally behind him. Her tail snaking ... so gracefully ... behind her. "Gataki," he whispered. Using an alien word for "kitten" ... oh, his kitten. His gataki. "Gataki," he whispered again. "Yes ... " "I'm glad you wanted to do this." "Why would I not wish to?" "I don't know," he whispered, eyes still closed. He breathed in through his twitching nose. "I know predators don't dance. I know it's a prey thing. I know ... you must thin it's frivolous." "Not at all," she assured. "No, I ... I think this is," she told him, "quite romantic." Her voice at a delicate, purring hush. "I would not rather be doing anything else ... but dancing with you." "You mean that?" His voice rang with quiet joy. And he opened his eyes. They were blue. Deep blue. Like a sky. "Of course." She breathed of his scent. "Oh ... " She sighed. And they swayed. And the music melted into the background. Into their ears. It became such an accompaniment ... that they hardly noticed it. They became ... part of it. Their movements, their motions ... became an extension of the music. Trickling piano sounds ... quivering woodwinds ... ... and quivering breaths. "Meow," he asked. Quietly. "Please ... " She hesitated. "I love your purr ... but you rarely meow. I love it when you meow ... " He hugged to her. Oh, hugged to her. And she took a breath ... and meowed into his ear. Once ... twice ... before returning to golden, thrumming purrs. "Oh ... " A deep breath. "Oh ... " They turned in slow, shuffling ... circles, circles. Circles in their eyes. Paws running circles in each other's fur, and ... ... they found themselves bumping into the couch. Azure's chest rose, fell. Rose ... fell ... his paws feeling all over her breasts. Cupping them, tracing them. Thumbs waggling over the nipples ... and he huffed. And eyes darted to hers. Her eyes ... star-lit! Like the stars outside their window. Like the icy-blue of the planet below them. That's how her eyes were. They were crystalline. They were pure. Just like her. And she ... met his gaze. Did not break it. Did not let go of him. Was never going to let go of his energy. His innocence. His emotion. His joy ... his radiance. He was so alive. And he made her feel things. Made her feel emotions. Things that, for predators ... were frowned upon. Things that, by instinct, were buried ... ... but, oh, he was digging them up. And, oh, she was giving a throaty growl. And pulling him onto the couch. A tangle of fur and limbs. Sinking to the cushions. And lips coming together in greedy smack-smacks. In greedy sucks. Paws ... roving over hips. Over bellies. Over each other. "Oh ... oh ... " Purr ... ... squeak! Chitter! "Our dance," Azure breathed. "Our ... you wanna ... " "We shall have to dance," she panted, "lying down ... " A giggle. He giggled into the fur of her shoulder. "Was that a joke?" A beam. "Mm?" "A statement of fact." But her eyes, meeting his, glowed. "Well, then ... " And the two furs, the two mates ... predator and prey ... 'danced' in the embers of the dying day. Ketchy, bare now, in his arms now ... was pressed up against Denali's chest. As an otter, he had a solid build. He had rich-brown fur. He was the rugged (but slender) type. Thinner than she was, but ... he thought she was beautiful. He told her so. She exhaled onto his chest-fur. Her ear very near to where his heart was. She could hear it beating. Oh, she could his heart ... beating. Beating ... thump-thump ... thump-thump ... Denali's fingers and paws delicately scritched at her. In her fur. Lazily. "Why didn't ... " She faltered. And managed, "Why didn't I fall in love with you ... sooner? Last year ... or ... whenever. Why ... didn't I ... why are we only now," she whispered, "together?" "I don't know," was his whisper. "I think you know ... there's no good answer to that. Other than: we ARE together. Right now. And ... that's all that matters. Now, and ... later. We still have time." "I hope so," was her yearning. "I love you," she confessed. Fearing he wouldn't say it back. Fearing he would be like Fredrick. But he wasn't ... For ... "I love you, too," was his easy, soft reply. Giving her a squeeze (as he breathed in). And exhaling. Adding, "My mate. My pretty mate." She smiled. So tired, but ... she had a new mate. One who ... was so warm, and so kind, and ... "Sleep, hun," the otter murred. Stroking her softly. And she, closing her eyes, did so. She'd always been afraid of dreams. They always got crushed. But, as she drifted out of consciousness ... as she dozed off, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe tonight, she felt, the dreams would be good. Maybe, tonight, in her dreams, all her discontents ... oh, in her dreams, every discontent would be divine. And all the love she'd needed ... ... would be, upon waking, there to find. And Ketchy sighed and smiled. And slept. Head nestled to Denali's chest. At the docking hatch, an Arctic fox ... a spy ... surgically altered (at great pains and efforts) to look like a snow rabbit ... strolled aboard. Looked around. It was late, and no one was up. No one would notice him ... and, if they did, well ... he looked like a snow rabbit, didn't he? And, oh, he could act the part. He'd had years of practice. Alterations such as his ... were permanent. He would look like a snow rabbit for the rest of his life. He could never return home. No, he was an eternal spy. And, if he was caught ... well, the snow rabbits would torture him. They were prey, and they claimed to be victims, but they had ways about them ... But sacrifices had to be made. The fox had given his life ... to serve his kind. To monitor the snow rabbits. And, now, he'd been ordered to monitor Luminous. Back home, on the other side of the border, on the other side of the DMZ ... there were fears that Luminous (a very advanced ship) had joined the snow rabbit fleet. And would lead an assault on the fox's territory. Perhaps that was paranoia ... but, regardless ... The Arctic fox spy was here (this time) to observe. To scan the ship's interior. Get the frequencies of their hull plating. Learn everything he could about this ... Luminous. So, that in future, when her destruction was necessary ... ... nothing would get in the way. The spy went to the nearest corridor. Looked one way. Looked the other. And set off on his stroll. Scanner in paw. In twenty minutes, his survey would be over. And he would leave. But he knew he would be back ...

Title: She's Such A Tease - A Shower of Urges Pt. 5 by RainTigress Tags: Anal, Blackmail, Light Bondage, M/F, Master/Pet, Shower, Squirrel, Story Series, Vixen Skyler bolted from the library for the washroom. He took off his pants and removed his sticky, cum soaked boxers before sliding his pants back on. He jammed his boxers into the very bottom of his knapsack and swung it over his shoulder. 'This entire semester is getting really fucking weird.' He thought to himself as he exited into the hallway. He broke into a half-jog down the hallway and not quite focusing on where he was going slammed into another fur and fell to the ground. he looked up, dazed to see Ryan looking down at him. "Where's the fire, man?" Ryan asked. "I'm gonna be late for fifth." Skyler said picking himself off the ground and dusting off. "The hell's up with you? You haven't seen a full day of school since the seventh grade." "Told you." Ryan said as they started towards Professor Fynx's classroom together, "I've got some shit to attend to." "You know you've never been able to keep a secret from me, dude. Why start now?" Said Skyler with a slight smirk. Ryan's only response was "You'll see. It's a surprise." Skyler could only think as they walked the rest of the way in silence, that this had something to do with the experience they had together the previous night. Thoughts of their bodies locked together in a frenzied act of passion filled Skyler's mind as he briefly flashed back to remember the feeling of Ryan's hard cock pumping cum into his ass. He smiled a little at the thought of the pleasure he'd experienced at the hands of his best friend as they walked through the door of the classroom and Skyler laid his homework silently on top of the stack of assignments on Arabelle's desk . \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They were greeted with only a slight smile from Professor Fynx upon their fashionably late entrance. "She told me I was allowed to be five minutes late today... but why didn't she bitch you out?" Skyler whispered to Ryan as they took their seats side-by-side. "Maybe she's just glad to see I'm here for once." Ryan whispered back. As Skyler opened his bag to withdraw his books, Ryan smelled the scent of Skyler's jizz emanating from the bag, his pheromones filling the air with an unmistakable scent of sex. Although Skyler quickly zipped his bag shut, there was just enough of his scent in the air that he got several admiring glances from the girls sitting around them... including Fynx. Ryan knew that Fynx was doing well at being his little pet, and he could see the glimmer of the necklace collar glinting around her neck, though she had tucked the tag under her blouse. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Arabelle sat uncomfortably at her desk. She could see her students looking at her with curiosity due to the revealing clothes she was wearing. She heard the rabbit twins gossiping with a group of their friends. "Have you ever seen Fynx dress like that?" "Never." "She's usually a total tight ass." "Except for the shoes." "Who cares about the shoes? You can see her nipples through the shirt." "Maybe she's got a hot date later and no time to change." "No way. She's like... old." "Enough out of you ladies." Arabelle said sharply. She didn't like the fact that she had to wear this getup to protect her job, and she liked it even less that she was being called "old". However, the outfit, and the predicament that went along with it, was something she couldn't help at this point. Throughout the day she had been trying to think of a way out of this, but none were apparent. She didn't mind so much teasing Skyler. There was something about his adorable innocence, his sexy physique... but she couldn't just tease him forever. She wanted him... Badly. She chided herself yet again for thinking of a student with such lust, but she couldn't help it. She felt very vulnerable and exposed as she stood in front of the class giving her lecture, but the feeling was arousing in a strange but familiar way. She felt the eyes of several of her male students clinging to her form. She looked towards Skyler for a brief moment, his eyes were fixated on her, his muzzle hanging slightly open. Ryan was beside him with a bored expression on his face, his chin resting in his palm. Her mind filled with contempt for the young squirrel for a moment. 'How dare he blackmail me into this?' She thought angrily, but she continued with her lesson. Feeling the stares of the young, virile males around her sparked a warmth in her belly, slowly traveling down to the nether regions barely hidden by her short skirt. She felt herself becoming wet... her heart pounded heavily... it was so hard to concentrate on her lecture with her clit throbbing between her thighs. The moisture from her slit began to bead on her thigh. She felt it trickling ever so slowly down her leg. Her brow began to sweat, 'How long until they notice?' She thought to herself. She excused herself from her class with a stutter and headed towards the faculty locker room. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The locker room was always abandoned in the afternoons. It was a wide room covered entirely in white and blue tile with benches running down the centre. She lay down on a bench and hitched up her skirt. She slid her fingers inside her dripping slit and began thrusting them in and out hard and fast. She fingerbanged herself mercilessly, sometimes slowing down to rub her clit with her thumb... her felt sparks of ecstasy flowing through her body as he shifted her weight onto her side and lifted a leg around her head. While still rapidly finger fucking herself she began lapping at her own pussy, eating herself out. It only took a few strokes of her tongue before her fingers found that magic spot on top of her vagina and she began to squirt waves of cum into her own mouth. She was so busy lapping up her own fluids, she never noticed the sound of the door opening behind her... Ryan strode over to her, unnoticed by the Professor in the throwes of orgasm. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her up to look at him. "Did I say you could cum?" Ryan said, looking into her eyes. "I... You didn't..." She stuttered. "You cum when I say you can cum." Ryan said. He spied the door to the shower room off to the side of them. He dragged her into it and locked the door. It was a long narrow room with several showers in it. A long tiled bench was built into the wall. He undressed her fiercely and pushed her forward so she was doggy style on the bench. He removed his own clothes, removing his belt from his shorts and bringing hit with him as he turned on the shower, a cascade of warm water coming down on them both. He slid himself inside her pussy with a hard thrust... though Arabelle din't protest. She was relieved to have his massive, hard cock inside her and she moaned in pleasure as he hilted himself against her hips. "Make me cum, pet." He ordered her. She began bucking her hips against him, but she had barely started into her rhythm when he snapped his belt down on her back. She cried out in pain. "We can't have that." He said removing the bandanna he wore around his wrist to silence her. "Make me cum, bitch!" He ordered again. She started bucking again, but felt the belt whip against her back for a second time. She whimpered out from behind her gag. "Not that way." He said. Arabelle was confused... she didn't know quite what to do. She started clenching the muscles in her pussy, trying to stay as still as she could. She heard him let out small sighs, but after no more than a couple of minutes, the belt cracked down on her once more. "Not good enough, pet." He said. "If you don't please me there will be punishment involved." She looked around for anything that could help... he spied a large black shampoo bottle nearby. It was about nine inches in length and at least three inches in girth, and it had small nodules down the sides making it ridged and bumpy. She knew now what he wanted her to do... she grabbed the shampoo bottle and deepthroated it, making it slippery with her saliva. She reached behind herself and forced the large bottle, with great difficulty, into her tight tailhole. She worked it in slowly, it hurt, but she knew her tailhole would adapt. Ryan groaned as she worked the large bottle into her tailhole, stretching it so that he could feel the ridges of the bottle pressing through the barrier between her ass and her pussy, stroking his cock. She worked the bottle in and out of her sweet, puckered sand dollar, jerking him off with the bottle through her ass. She worked it faster and faster until Ryan released wave after wave of sticky, hot jism into her sopping wet pussy. After his knot was enlarged about half way, he pulled out with a cruel "POP!" and showered her wet, matted fur with his hot seed. He flipped her over so she could sit on the bench and got between her legs. "Now, maybe I'll let you cum." He said. He took just one tantalizing lick at her clit before pulling away and spitting on her pussy. He stood up. "You taste like a whore." He said. "No pet of mine is going to taste like a whore!" He said mockingly and walked to his bag, by the corner. "I bought you a present... pet." He said, pulling a drugstore bag out of his knapsack. It was a raspberry flavoured douching kit. He assembled it quickly and inserted it into her clam. He pushed the liquid that smelled strongly of raspberry into her pussy. Only seconds later, the mixture of the fluid from the bag and the fluids from her pussy splashed out of her. He untied her gag to tie it back around his own wrist and he caressed her cheek. "That takes care of that... but I think we might just have to postpone your release until you prove your loyalty to your master." He towel dried himself and put his clothes back on. "Get cleaned up." He said apathetically. "You've got a big night ahead of you. He laughed and tossed an envelope at her as he left her naked in the shower, her fur wet and matted,, the shampoo bottle still jammed into her tailhole. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* After she had cleaned up both herself and the shower around her, Arabelle dried herself and redressed, her mind filled with fiery contempt for the predicament she was in and for Ryan. She wasn't quite back to the classroom when the bell rang, so she turned to her office instead. Sitting down at her desk she retrieved a long, silver letter opener and sliced the envelope Ryan had tossed at her. The inside was a room key to one of the sleazier hotels in the city and a note. "Check into this room at 5pm tonight, more instructions will be there for you." Arabelle looked at the clock... sixth period was over at 4:30 and this hotel was all the way across the city. She wouldn't have time to change, but for the time being she had no choice. She had to go or who knows what Ryan would pull out of his sleeve. "I'm just going to have to go with this." She thought... "It's just a little cock, after all.".....

Title: My Wonderful Little Sister- Crimson Ghosts by ArcticWolf451 Tags: Death, Fox, Guns, M/F, MWLS, Semi-incest, War, Wolf Disclaimer: You know the drill the by now...either be 18 or older to read this or get out. ...still here? Well, I admire your persistence. Okay, you can stay, but I'm NOT responsible if your mom catches you on here...or dad if your mom is dead or something. If both parents are dead then don't sweat it....although come to think of it that is god awfully depressing, and you have my pity (something not easily earned in this world). So, read on at your own risk. Just check the tags for what may or may not be in the following paragraphs. Also, all characters belong to me Casonova, so don't get any ideas about doing a fanfic without my permish...m'kay? I think we understand each other now, so read on! *cough* Pervert! ;DHey! Who threw that? --- 6:15 A.M. Panama CityI gently kissed Katie on the cheek as a slipped on my shorts and finished lacing up my shoes. I'd already taken a quick shower to wash off the scent of our illustrious activities, and so far Katie was still fast asleep in bed without a care in the world. Normally I'd have been more than happy to stay put in bed with her, but today I had to save the world...or at least a very small part of it. Quietly stepping out onto the balcony, I closed the door behind me and gazed out at the glimmering skyscrapers that stole the day back from the gloom that seemed to hang over the city. At first glance one would think this place to be a Latin paradise, a hidden jewel wedged between two oceans on a thin stretch of land dividing the Americas. A closer look would show you it's just a glimmering cesspit, a polished apple eaten rotten to the core from within.The government was fighting a losing battle against corruption in its police forces, and several politicians had been caught taking bribes from known rebel lieutenants. This let Noriega's men roam the city streets like roaches through a Brooklyn basement. You could always find them hanging around the markets in the western suburbs of the city, but they managed to keep themselves clean enough to avoid drawing any serious attention to themselves. So far, any attempt to discover what they were planning had either failed or turned up useless info. Hopefully that would all change today.Baker didn't tell me I'd be meeting anyone, he just instructed me to be ready to leave by 6:20 this morning. My head was still a little fuzzy, but that was more from the humidity than lack of sleep. The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon, it lingered as if afraid of what the rest of the day had in store. Slowly I walked out the front gate and down the city street, my eyes scanning the occasional early morning pedestrian or car that passed me by. Being on the northern edge of the city, things would stay quiet in this part of town for at least another hour or so. It was strangely relaxing, considering that later I'd be trying to uncover a plot that would likely kill over half the people residing here.Looking back, I tried to uncover how it all came to this. My mind walked in circles, unable to move forward or backward towards a definitive answer. Had it really been my relationship with Katie? No, without her I'd be dead by now, that's for sure. A cool breeze picked up, the icy chill relieving me from the intense humidity that plagued this part of the world. The air was practically so wet you could drown if you ran hard enough. It'd be scorching hot soon, although after my time in the Arizona desert I'd come to tolerate the heat. And that's when it hit me.Arizona, the gold, Elsie...my friends. The memories raided my mind like Vandals sacking Rome, showing me no mercy as the truth burned painfully in my head. I thought back to how they all died because of me, because I was too scared to tell Elsie the truth and too horny to keep her emotionally distant. Now they were all just shades of the past sent to haunt me with everlasting guilt. I've tried to stop thinking about it, maybe because I know I can never forgive myself for what happened. All he shrinks in the VA hospitals told me to move on, to not cling to the past since I can't change it. The only thing is I've changed it before, and I guess part of me was hoping I'd get to change it again. Heh, of course I knew deep down that wasn't possible. My friends were gone for good, and with them any chance of me being sane again.I knew that if I ever lost Katie that was the end of it for me, I'd have no reason to go on. She's really the last person on earth I care about, everyone else I knew is either dead or better off without me wasting their time and probably getting them killed at some point. For the moment I'd won her back, but the seed of dissent was still there, and I knew it would grow if I didn't prove to her that we belong together, no matter what. Why I thought tagging along on her mission trip to aid the CIA would help, I don't know. The last time I thought clearly was when I was contemplating whether I wanted McDonald's or Burger King.The whole time I'd been walking I'd been wondering where I should go. The embassy was downtown, although Baker told me to avoid it since if I was seen there it would blow my cover. Baker had to know where I was, I still had the phone he gave me that was implanted with a tracker chip. Was he even up this early? One way to find out.Me: U up?BigBoss: I told u not 2 use this # unless it was & e-mer-j-n-c.I smirked. Even for a fifty-something year old he had the texting habits of a fourteen year old girl.Me: Sorry. Where 2?BigBoss: I think you have work that needs to be done at the church.The church huh? Considering there were over a hundred in this city alone, I could only fathom he meant the large Catholic mission that had been converted into a worship center where we'd be working for most of the trip. Well, Katie would, I'd be out trying to not cause an international incident. Maybe, I thought, when this whole thing blows over I can finally get a normal job and just settle down with her someplace. Then again, all "normal" jobs for me have so far included guns, foreign combatants and severe injuries, so maybe I needed something a little out of the ordinary. --- I awoke with my mouth feeling...and tasting...like it was full of sand as a ray of sunlight came in through the window shades and hit my eyelids. Slowly I flopped out of bed, my mind coming to as I also remembered I was naked and still smelt the way you'd expect after last night's sexcapades."Kyle? Where'd you go?"No response. I rubbed my eyes and quickly inspected the room, not finding Kyle anywhere. His suitcase was still here, although his clothes from last night were now in a plastic gym bag and his shoes were no longer by the door."Dang it Kyle, you sure know how to treat a girl," I sighed while heading to the bathroom for a shower.I figured it was about seven in the morning, maybe a little later. I didn't want to wait for Pastor Eric to come wake me so going back to bed was out of the question, and I'm pretty sure none of the other students smell quite as musky as I did at the time. Plus, my hair was a mess since I made the mistake of letting Kyle be on top again. All I know is, the people who invented "missionary position" must've either yiffed while wearing hats, or had really short hair.As I washed off the scents and stains from last night, I pondered about what Kyle and I said last night. For all intents and purposes we were back together, but for how long? A hot late night romp doesn't change the past, and it won't do anything for the future except potentially ruin it if we get caught. My stomach hurt as I thought about it. Breaking it off one time was bad enough, I didn't know if I could do it again. Maybe we could tough it out; get through life's problems together and actually live normal lives. The more I thought about that, the more the memories of the past filled my mind and told me otherwise.My stomach panged me again, although this time I realized it was from hunger. I finished washing up and toweled off, wondering where I could get some breakfast around here. Throwing on a white t-shirt with the Zune logo (don't ask why I have that, I'm usually a Mac person), some blue jeans and my shoes, I stepped outside and noticed a grocery store across the street had just opened. I'd exchanged some of my money for Panamanian Balboas at the airport, and now it was time to put them to good use. I wasn't sure what was safe to eat in this country, so I played it safe and bought a bunch of six bananas. They're safe right? I mean they come in their own wrappers."Gracias señorita," the owner said with a smile and a wave as I paid for my breakfast."De nada," I replied, "Tenga un buen día."Those middle school Spanish classes didn't seem so dumb anymore now that I'd gotten to make good use of them. I'd actually started re-learning Spanish a year ago, and while I wasn't "fluent," I knew enough to get by without needing a translator. I peeled open my first banana and took a bite as I strolled back to my room. It's a good thing my parents weren't here, they'd freak if they knew I was about to eat a half dozen bananas...again. There's a reason why they're my forbidden fruit. I wonder what daddy would say if were...here. Oh, right. I looked at my bananas again and remembered just where he was now, suddenly no longer hungry. --- St. Luke's Catholic Mission - 8:15 A.M.Baker met me at the church around 7:30 to discuss with me and Eric what was going to happen today. Eric had left one of the chaperones in charge of getting the rest of the kids fed and bussed over to the church, which gave us a window of time to operate in relative privacy. The church wasn't very large, only two priests and a nun were present, and they knew enough to leave us alone in one of the offices in the back."Now, around 5:00 in the afternoon, Noriega and Caldwell meet at the Arroyo Cantina here in this uptown market district," Baker said while pointing at the map."That's a good distance away from where we're staying," Eric mentioned with obvious concern.He had a point. We were staying near the embassy, which was near the airport on the west side of the city, well away from any potential action that would come from a coup de tat. This market put us smack dab in a poor neighborhood that we really had no business being in."It'll be fine, we'll have three other agents in the area keeping watch. Any sign of trouble and we'll call you and tell you to get out of there. You can leave Kyle behind, we'll pick him up later if need be.""Gee, thanks," I grumbled.Baker ignored me and continued his briefing. "Now, if anyone asks why you're heading to this market, it's because their prices are better and they have more of what you need. Just say that, and refuse to give more details. We can worry about those after the mission.""Which is?""To listen in on Noriega and Caldwell's meeting, remember? They do things old school, no electronics so we can't hack or phone tap them. Each are in charge of a cell here in the city. We believe Caldwell's men have the vials of Hellfire, and will likely be using them in the city to deal with the government's police forces. Noriega's men are mostly in the country and will likely attack the canal to try and force us to ignore what's going on downtown. Their most likely targets are the presidential palace and city hall, where they can formally declare themselves the new heads of state."Baker paused to pull up a black briefcase and opened it for me and Eric to see. In it were a pair of Bluetooth phone headsets, a pen, and a pair of sunglasses."These are your tools of the trade for today," Baker explained. "Each of you gets a Bluetooth so you can be in contact with me. Kyle, your toys are the glasses and pen.""And how do I spy with these? Write down what I see while looking cool?""Very funny wise guy," Baker sneered, "No, that pen is actually a laser microphone. Point it at a window or surface near where Noriega and Caldwell are talking, and it'll pick up the vibrations of sound from their conversation. It's linked to your Bluetooth so I can listen in with you and record their talk from my station at the embassy. Your sunglasses also have a backup laser mic built into the left temple arm. In case you can't use the pen without looking suspicious, you can just look at them and it should work all the same. The controls for it are in an app on your phone, so make sure you get comfortable with them before the actual mission.""I have to admit Baker, this is pretty cool," I said while picking up the glasses. "Hah, Panama Jack brand. How appropriate."Baker smirked. "I had a feeling you'd get a kick out of that. Alright, I think we're good to go. Eric, get your people ready to leave by 4:00 and drop Kyle off at the designated spot I showed you. Then it'll just be a matter of waiting for our dynamic duo to arrive and hopefully spill the beans on what they're planning, and when things are going down."Eric sighed as he got up to go return to the motel. "Mr. Baker, I know this is important, but do you really have to use my youth group to conceal Kyle's arrival? What if they spot him anyway and start shooting?""They won't do that, it'll bring too much police attention. They don't know how the Public Defense Forces will respond to a coup, since not all of them have been paid off.""Still...they'll have guns or something on them right?""Well," Baker cautiously admitted, "That's a given. But I assure you, your people will be far enough away it won't make a difference."Eric sighed and folded his arms across his chest compliantly. "Fine. I'll go start making preparations on the bus. I know the elementary school we're going to can lend us one, and the church is going to lend us a large Ford van for the rest of us."Baker smiled and nodded. "Good. I think that covers everything then. See you at 4:00 gentlemen." --- Eric dropped us off at the church around eight and sent us to go sort through a pile of packages in the basement. Most of them contained donations from back home, things like non-perishable food, clothing, shoes, that sort of thing. Panama wasn't the poorest of central-American countries, but the war hadn't been kind to their country and many people were now living in poverty, trying to rebuild what had been lost.While we were busy organizing the donations, Eric disappeared to go meet with someone. I had a feeling as to just who it was, and when no one was looking I slipped upstairs and wandered into the back of the church where they had a hallway with a few offices. Sure enough, Eric was sitting inside one with that old fox I'd seen back home, and...Kyle? I blinked as I saw my own brother sitting inside with them, his attention focused on their conversation. I crept closer to listen in, their words just barely audible as I waited outside the door. My heart began to pound like a drum as I overheard talk of rebels, guns, and the fact that several of us were going to be in close proximity to such things. Eric protested several times, but the fox snidely reassured him that everything would be okay.My mouth suddenly felt very dry as my mind raced, already contemplating various disasters that could befall us. This whole thing sounded like a bad idea, and with Kyle's track record for attracting danger I knew that something bad was just around the corner. I suddenly realized they were standing up to leave, and before I could turn around to escape the hallway the door opened and Eric walked out."Katie? What are...""Shhh!" I hissed as I tried to sneak away.He nodded and paused in the doorway for a second, giving me time to leave while Kyle and the fox looked at him incredulously."What's wrong Eric? Someone there?" I heard the fox ask."No, I thought I saw an alley cat sneak in here, but it was just my imagination," he calmly admitted.I heaved a sigh of relief as I tried to head back downstairs. However, just as I made it to the door I felt a paw on my shoulder. I stopped, sighing dejectedly as I recognized the familiar grasp of the fingers resting on me."What gave me away?""Well, the fact that Eric said your name for starters," Kyle said with chuckle."Never was a great hide and seek player," I said. "Kyle, be honest with me...are you really here to spy these terrorist...rebel...whoever they are?"Kyle tightened his grip on me and turned me around to look at him, his face taunt with emotion. He went to say something, but his words failed him and after a few seconds, he simply nodded."So you weren't lying when you told me that you were here to save the world," I realized."Well, I may have been exaggerating a bit, but no. Katie you'd know I'd never lie to you," he said, "You're my mate, after all."I cringed as he said that, turning my gaze to the floor as I felt him await an answer."We are still mates, aren't we?""Kyle...I...I can't be your mate and your sister," I replied hesitantly."Well I'm not...we're not related remember?""You know what I mean," I countered, "It's just...dang it, why do we keep suffering so much? Every time I think the worst is behind us something new comes up and...I'm just afraid one of these days we're going to lose everything else around us.""What do you mean?" he asked thoughtfully, his ears perked and at attention."What if something happens to mom or Shelly? Or if your friend Scott has an accident and dies...it's not his fault he's friends with you. Should he be punished just because we wanted to be together?"Kyle placed a finger under my chin and gently scratched under my muzzle, coaxing a subtle "murr" from me as I looked back up at him."You're right, they shouldn't be punished for our mistakes. But who's to say that if we give up on each other our problems will just go away? Is that atonement enough, or is fate just gonna keep sending things our way till we're six feet under?"I blinked a couple of times, unable to think as I felt my eyes start to water up."We've fought together before Katie, and we won. Heck, we beat Death himself. Things only get better when we stand together. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, cause Lord knows it ain't, but if we don't put up a fight, we're doomed."I nodded reluctantly, taking a deep breath as his words sunk in. "You're right, you're a perv and a goof, but you're right." I hugged him and he returned the favor, neither of us caring who might be watching."Thank you Katie," he whispered as we embraced. "Love you.""Mmhmm, me too," I sighed, "But if you're serious, then you're going to have to do something for me.""Anything.""You're quitting the military after this is over."He broke our embrace and looked at me, his eyes reading my countenance to see if I was serious."Sis, that's...I mean, why? I'm good at it, it's a job I love...""More than me?" I interrupted. "I had to go without you for eighteen months. Eighteen months of not knowing if you were even still alive. The few times you called, the few times I got a letter, they were knives reopening a wound. They just reminded me you weren't here and wouldn't be for a long time.""Katie, it wasn't easy for me either, but that's over now. They'll just put me on some base in the States or Europe from here on out.""Bull-oney," I retorted with an almost curse, "This Baker guy, he's not going to let you go. If you sign on after this he'll turn you into a spy just like him, and then you'll be all over the world doing God knows what instead of being here with me. If you're serious about us standing up to fate together, then you tell him off and quit, or else say goodbye to me right now."His face softened as he noticed my paws bundle up into fists and my brow remained stiff as I tried to not choke on the tears collecting in the back of my throat."Alright Katie, but only because I love you," he said with a consenting smile. "Now c'mon, let's go finish helping downstairs before anyone notices we're missing." --- 4:45 P.M. - A road in western Panama CityThe day had passed by surprisingly quickly considering how stressed I was about the upcoming rendezvous in the market. And now, here I was sitting in a bus full of school children and their parents along with Katie and a few of the other kids from the church back home. It was about as noisy as you can imagine, so I tried to maintain my sanity by opening the window and letting the sounds of angry drivers honking and yelling at each other in Spanish drown out the sound of sugar fueled kids who were still feeling the effects of the candy we gave them.Eric was doing his best to keep things business as usual, namely because he was afraid of what would happen if the parents back home found out their kids were part of a CIA sting operation. After the donations were organized we headed out to a nearby Catholic school where the faculty had organized the various classes to watch the kids from our church put on a series of plays, followed by Eric giving a sermon before breaking for lunch. Normally we'd leave the food up to the school's cafeteria, but this one lacked necessities like meat and dairy products. Most of the food was just rice and beans, a staple of any third-world Latin country. Fortunately, we brought along enough canned chicken and salsa to make something resembling tacos in soup form. It was good, if not particularly filling.Still, it was a better meal than what these kids usually got, and they certainly weren't complaining. I'd seen similar levels of poverty in California during the final days of the war. There was no economy there, so people just starved or tried to loot something only to get shot by a patrol. Compared to that, Panama was practically Paris. I wasn't any less grateful for my life back home though. These kids didn't have much a chance of finding riches in their lifetime. Most would probably finish school, get a salaried job and then work till they died, never getting to enjoy the boring solitude of retirement. The situation was further compounded by the irony of looming sky scrapers to the east, their glass fronts rivaling New York or Tokyo's skyline. The lucky ones who'd been born into wealthy families and got to go to school now reaped the rewards of their parent's hard work while doing their best to turn a blind eye to the needs of the poor. I guess that's why we were here; to help pick up the slack and maybe show these poor kids that at least one person outside their family gives a damn about them.I pushed my thoughts aside as I felt the bus come to a stop as Eric parked us in a large vacant lot near the market. Officially, we were taking several kids from the school who were also members of St. Luke's on a grocery shopping spree paid for by cash donations. This wasn't entirely false, since a lot of the money actually came from Baker's expense account. Naturally, their parents wanted to come along since they weren't about to trust their kids to a bunch of American teenagers. I waited inside as everyone piled out and flooded the market with their excited cries as Eric tried to tell them they were still on a budget. Katie waited with me, eyeing me curiously as I put on my Bluetooth headset and sunglasses and dialed Baker."Good to see you're on time Mr. Blackmon," he said immediately after picking up. "Where are you now?""Still on the bus, where do I go from here?" I asked. Baker could tell where I was thanks to the GPS in my phone being linked to his laptop."Well then get a move on, Caldwell and Noriega will be there soon," he said urgently as Katie followed me off the bus.I muted my headset to tell Katie to go off and help Eric as Baker gave me turn by turn directions on where to go. It took a few minutes, but I eventually came to the Arroyo Cantina. It was a nice looking place, although it didn't quite fit in with the poverty stricken market and run down houses with red clay tile roofs that were missing an occasional shingle. I sat down on a bench next to a bus stop and pretended to play with my phone as Baker talked me through what was going to happen. It didn't take long before a large, black SUV pulled up and a middle-aged fennec fox stepped out along with a pair of large ocelots wearing Izod polo shirts and aviator sunglasses. They didn't bother hiding the fact that they were armed, since they both wore hip holsters. A third guard, this one a coyote, stepped out with an AK-74 slung across his back like it was nothing."Noriega's here," I whispered."Don't stare at him, his guards are looking out for people like you, remember?" Baker growled in my ear.I looked at the ground while continuing to toy with my phone, only glancing up from time to time to look at them. Hopefully they thought I was just some ignorant gringo waiting for a bus. The only thing was that if a bus came and I was still there would they get suspicious or just assume I was waiting for someone? Hopefully the rush hour traffic around here would be good for something and keep them at bay long enough for me to get what I needed.A couple minutes later an old Ford Crown Victoria pulled up and illegally parked in front of a hydrant. Four guys got out, one a lion, two wolves, and one a red fox. Clearly they were American, furs like that are rare around these parts."Okay, Caldwell is here too. Looks like he and Noriega both brought three guards each," I reported."Then turn on your laser mic and let's hear what they have to say," Baker ordered.I flipped on the mic in my sunglasses and looked at a window on the shop near where Caldwell and Noriega were sitting. They had both chosen to sit in a booth by the window, which worked in my favor since their section was relatively quiet compared to the rest of the cantina."Let's make this quick, we don't have much time left," said a voice that I assumed was Caldwell's due to the accent."Si, my men are ready to move at a moment's notice. We have squads ready to hit the police precincts here, here, and here," Noriega replied while probably pointing at a map. "The TV station is already under our control, we'll be able to hijack the airwaves in as little as fifteen minutes.""Baker are you getting this?" I asked."Yeah, this doesn't sound good," he replied.Caldwell spoke again. "Excellent. My men just finished moving our Hellfire canisters into our Guatemalan outpost. We can get them into Mexico and back into the States in about a week. Hopefully that won't be too long for you.""Don't worry," Noriega said reassuringly, "My men will have the hostages locked down tight. The Americans won't attempt a rescue if they think we'll be able to kill them before they arrive.""What if they decide to just let us kill them so they can retaliate at will?""No chance, the Americans won't let innocent children die on live TV," Noriega said with smug confidence."Baker, what are they talking about? Hostages, this sounds bad," I said into my Bluetooth."Shut up and keep listening," he snapped. "We'll figure it out when they're done."Noriega pulled out a phone and started dialing someone. I couldn't understand him, as he spoke in Spanish, but I recognized a few references to the jungle and the Panama Canal. Likely he was calling a lieutenant stationed outside the city. I tried to focus, but my mind started to race as I realized that today could be the very day that things go down. Taking over a TV station would likely alert the police, and that meant the next step of their plan would follow. They mentioned taking children as hostages, which wasn't too difficult considering the number of schools there were to choose from in this city. However, an icy steel arrow of pure fear jabbed me in the heart as I heard Noriega make another call."Hola, Raul? Si, ha llegado el momento, a su familia y llevarlos a la cantina." He paused and said something to Caldwell. "He says we're being watched. Something about an American spy.""What? Lewis, go look outside and see if you spot anyone," Caldwell replied.Oh shit. Quickly I got up and moved behind an empty street vendor's cart that had once been loaded with cheap tie-dye t-shirts. Sure enough one of the wolves came out the front of the cantina and looked around suspiciously. I ducked down, hoping no one else around me would look at the crazy gringo hiding behind the cart. After a few seconds I peeked back up to see the wolf heading back inside. I resumed my position at the bus stop, hoping I hadn't missed anything."...saw no one out there, sir," I heard as I came in the middle of the wolf's report."Good, good. Noriega, I think our friend here was mistaken," Caldwell said calmly.A fourth voice piped up, this one in Spanish. He sounded flustered, and the next thing I saw was a jaguar looking straight out the window at me with both Caldwell and Noriega joining him at his side. I froze as the trio looked at me, my glasses doing nothing to hide the fact I was watching them back. The jaguar looked familiar, and at that moment I realized he had been on the bus with me earlier! Baker hadn't considered the possibility of one of Noriega's supporters going to the same church we were operating out of, and to be fair neither had I. It's always that one crucial detail that gets people killed, and in this case it would probably be me. Thanks a lot Baker, you asshole."Sonuva bitch!" Caldwell yelled. "Lewis you idiot, get out there and finish him off!"Time to leave! I jumped up and took off running down the street, turning to look over my shoulder in time to see all six bodyguards bursting out the door and giving chase. Two armed with AK-74s wasted no time firing at me, both furs dumping a pair of clips into the crowded street with reckless abandon. Chaos erupted like a volcano, people screaming in panic, others collapsing in the street as they caught a stray bullet. A nearby police officer looked on in shock as he radioed for backup while hiding behind his cruiser."Blackmon!" Baker shouted in my ear, "What the hell did you do?""I got compromised, that's what!""You fucking chump, how?""One of the parents from the school bus is on Noriega's payroll, he recognized me from the ride and saw me spying on them," I answered while panting for breath behind a car. "We gotta get our people out of here pronto!""I'll call Eric, you just focus on not getting shot," Baker ordered before hanging up.I felt a rush of heat as a bullet passed by my cheek, followed by the guttural cry of the unlucky fox that got struck by it. The whole market was a mess, a screaming, swirling cacophony of panicked furs. Colors seemed to blend together as brightly colored storefronts and tropical shirts from tourists rushed by as I sprinted down the street. Ducking into an alleyway to catch my breath, I drew my M1911 and peered out as dozens of people continued to flee past me. The police had arrived, along with rebel reinforcements. The rebels seemed to crawl out from every alley, every door or unmarked garage, sort of like roaches in a Hoboken basement 'cept with guns.Taking off again, I nearly barreled into a cop who gave me a funny look as he noticed I was packing heat. However, his attention quickly shifted to a pair of ocelots wearing red scarves around their faces and carrying AKM rifles. I didn't stay to see what happened, I knew the cops in this area were badly outnumbered and that if I didn't get out fast I wouldn't be the only American going home in a box. I tried to remember where Eric parked the bus, but that problem sorted itself out when it suddenly appeared around the bend and nearly hit me."Kyle, get in! NOW!" Eric screamed over the chattering gunfire that lit the streets.I stumbled into the bus, tripping over the stairs and landing in a heap in the center aisle. Katie was by my side in a second, giving me a hand to stand up when the driver swerved the bus to the right down an alley and everyone was thrown to the left. I finally managed to get to my knees, with Katie and Eric both looking at me urgently as the rest of the passengers, mostly Panamanians and their kids from the church, looked on in fearful awe."Who the heck are these guys?" Eric asked as I felt my ear and noticed I was missing my Bluetooth."Noriega's men, they were in position to attack the whole time," I replied while looking for my phone. Damn, I'd lost it while trying to get in the bus."What?! I thought Baker said the coup wouldn't happen for a few more days?""That's what he assumed, but obviously his intel was off. Look, we need to get these people to the Embassy now. Where's the rest of our guys?""Just around the bend, I had everyone get back to the van when I heard the first shots fired before coming to look for you," Eric said.Sure enough he was right, as we turned out of the alley back onto the main road to find the white Ford van parked on the side, engine idling at the ready. The bus driver honked twice as we passed, and the van quickly began to follow us as we sped to the embassy."How far is it?" Eric asked."About seven miles, I think. Shouldn't take long to get there," replied.I walked to the back of the bus, steadying myself on the rows of benches as we hit the occasional curve of bump. Katie followed me and grabbed my arm, distracting me from the blur of red clay roofed buildings passing in the windows."This is what I was afraid of," she growled at me under her breath."Katie, this was going to happen regardless of what we did," I countered, "But God put us here for a reason, so let's just stay calm, keep sharp and try to get everyone out safely, okay? You can yell at me when this is over."She nodded and let out a sigh as we both watched out the back window. Despite it being rush hour we were making good time. In fact, the road behind us was eerily empty, and there were very few cars ahead of us. I turned to look back behind us, and that's when disaster struck. We just started to roll through an intersection, when a large red pickup revved into gear and t-boned the van behind us, crippling it and causing it to spin out in the middle of the street."Oh god!" Katie yelled in pure, unadulterated terror as another truck pulled up and dropped off a squad of rebels.I stared in disbelief as I watched them rip the van open and begin tearing our people out. Everyone in the bus had heard the crash, and Eric was with us in an instant."No! God please no, NO!" he screamed while nearly ripping his fur out.A split second later they disappeared from view as we rounded a curve and got onto the highway leading to the airport. Eric started to yell for the driver to stop and go back, but I shouted him down and ordered the driver to press on for the Embassy."We can't just leave them back there!" Eric yelled in anger."There's nothing we can do for them Eric, they're surrounded by at least a dozen rebels," I protested. "The rebels won't hurt them; they just want them as hostages to keep the U.S. from intervening in the coup.""Yeah, well what if the army decides not to negotiate with them?"I bit my lip. Eric wasn't dumb, that was for sure. He knew America had a policy of not negotiating with terrorists, and Noriega's rebels fell under that category pretty well. It'd take about twenty-four hours for the main U.S. assault force to mobilize, get airborne and deploy in Panama. By then, the rebels would see that the U.S. wasn't backing down and would probably start triaging a few hostages off every hour to show they mean business. I guess Eric knew that those kids were as good as dead, and a part of me felt like I was the one who put the guns to their heads. CRACK CRACK CRACK SMASH!!!Suddenly the back windows shattered in a spray of shards and splinters. I pushed Eric and Katie to the floor as I saw a pair of pickups coming up behind us, both filled with rebels in red scarves brandishing AKs. A tiger in the back of one stood up and beat his chest while looking right at me and jeering gleefully. He wasn't too happy when I laid a pair of .45 slugs in his chest.BLAM BLAM! "Everyone get down!" I yelled only for most of the bus's inhabitants to just stare at me while holding their ears in pain. Right, they only speak Spanish. "Katie, tell them to get down!"Katie understood what needed to be done and yelled in Español for them to hit the deck. This time they understood, the parents putting their kids under the benches while they lay in the center aisle or crouched wherever they could, so long as they didn't stick out from the windows. I focused my attention on the two trucks, both of whom had slowed down after my first volley. I only had one spare clip though, and I knew I'd need more than that to stop both trucks."Eric, where's my bag?" I yelled while shooting off the rest of my magazine into the windshield of the closest truck.Eric didn't reply, his mind finally grasping just how close to death he was. Without a word he grabbed my backpack off a nearby bench and hurled it next to me. I had just finished reloading when one truck's passengers decided to start shooting at me. Hot lead whizzed past me for the second time that day (and for the billionth time that year), the armor piercing rounds easily cutting through the thin aluminum walls of the bus. Dust and seat stuffing filled the air as several benches were ripped apart, the rounds miraculously missing the people cowering between the seats. Even in Spanish, I could understand the distraught cries of several people saying a Hail Marry or two. If I'd remembered the words, I'd probably have said one myself.I paused to take a breath, and also make sure I wasn't shot. Not feeling any severe pain or wet spots on my fur, I opened my bag to retrieve another little present from Baker. Matte black, three pounds heavy and only eighteen inches long sat my Magpul PDR-C. Chambered in 5.56x45 NATO, this little puppy was barely the size of my forearm, and yet it packed the firepower of an M-16A4. Baker had also been kind enough to attach a quick acquisition set of iron sights, complete with tritium reticules for use in low light situations. And of course he'd stacked with half a dozen thirty round STANAG magazines loaded with 63 grain FMJ bullets."Three, two, one, SUPRESSING!" I yelled on pure instinct as I popped up and began firing in single shot mode at the nearest truck.I traced a series of white, dot-like holes into the closest truck's windshield. He was only three car lengths behind us, making the driver an easy target. Seven rounds right above the steering wheel and the next thing I knew the truck swerved across the street and slammed into oncoming traffic, which had the side effect of catapulting the six rebels riding in the bed thirty feet into the air and to a gritty demise on the pavement. Being me, I couldn't help but cut loose with a..."FUCK YEAH! Did you effing see that?!" I cackled. What can I say? I'm a sadistic asshole even when getting shot at.A few stray rounds quickly brought me back to reality as the second truck approached us from behind, its passengers cutting loose with AKs and an RPD. I hit the floor as bullets shredded the back of the bus, causing the rear emergency door to actually fall off and the front windshield to shatter in several places. The driver wisely swerved the bus left and right, trying to make it as hard as possible for the rebels to accurately aim at us. Another "crack" echoed past my ear as a round nearly connected with my head as I peeked out the hole where the door used to be. Switching my PDR into full auto mode, I emptied my mag into the truck's engine block. Smoke began to poor up from the hood, but the truck kept on coming at us. I promptly reloaded, gritting my teeth while trying to ignore another salvo of bullets coming at me. The truck began to close the distance despite the damage I'd done, but it also made itself an easier target. I'm just glad the idiots shooting at me didn't realize they needed to aim lower.WHHHIIIIIZ-THUCK!I blinked as a round grazed my shoulder, only to hit something with a sickening sound behind me. Damn, I thought, someone just got shot back there. Focusing on the task at hand, I took aim and fired at this truck's driver as well. The first burst missed, seeing as how this guy was smart enough to duck while his passenger guided him. Unfortunately for him, that meant driving in a predictable straight line that allowed me to aim for the front left tire. Another burst later and the tire blew open like a whale carcass on a hot beach day. I breathed a sigh of relief as the truck slowed to a halt far behind us, disappearing beyond the horizon as we left the city limits and past the airport for the embassy. Standing up, I began to look around to see if anyone was hurt, only to feel a sudden pang in my gut. I stumbled and fell to the floor, my vision blurred in pain as I felt a cold, wet tingle across my abdomen. Katie's voice was frantic, but I couldn't understand her words.Tears filled my eyes while my brain tried to get a grip on what had just happened. My mouth tasted coppery, and I felt cold all over despite the burning summer heat outside. Looking at Katie, I tried to make sense of what she was saying when I felt her paws grab my left arm and try to pull me up. The bus suddenly hit the brakes, knocking her down on top of me as we began to swerve to the right. The driver was making a sudden turn, and a sharp one at that. Unable to move, I rolled with the inertia...right out the back of the bus and onto the pavement. --- I shook my head as I realized I was now lying in the street. In my attempt to pull Kyle to safety I'd ended up getting dragged out with him as he rolled out. My paws were all scraped up from landing on asphalt while still going twenty miles per hour, and I probably had a cracked rib or two judging from the soreness in my chest. Kyle wasn't much better; he'd landed on his side and was covered in bruises. Fortunately, it looked like nothing was broken or torn off, although that gaping bullet hole in his stomach looked worse now. His shirt was soaked through with blood, and the fact that it was also dribbling out of his mouth sent my heart racing in panic as I realized just how hurt he was."Kyle, c'mon get up, we have to go!" I said urgently while getting up and trying to drag him to his feet."F-forget it sis," he groaned with slurred speech, "I-I'm just gonna go get...lay lie down, it's cold in here...f-fucking hell man, where's my shoes?"He was clearly delirious, and probably had a concussion from hitting the street. Biting my lip, I pressed my paw to his stomach and tried to remember my basic first aid lessons. Severe bleeding...direct pressure right? I wanted to throw up, both from fear and from the wet, gooey feeling of his shirt against my palms. His blood was still warm and stickier than maple syrup, which made it all the more gross as I desperately tried to keep anymore from coming out of him.All around me I heard the sounds of police sirens and rifle fire echoing through the streets. It was like something out of a movie, only the horrified screams of the city's inhabitants quickly diminished any feelings of awe one might have felt."K-Katie?"I looked down at him, his eyes meeting mine with curious pause. "Kyle, thank God! How you feeling? Can you move?""Not really, I think I broke my left shin when I landed," he groaned. "I dropped my gun too."Looking behind me, I saw it lying in the street several yards away. Wow, we'd rolled further than I thought."Katie, I don't think I'm gonna make it," he coughed."No, you're gonna be okay," I countered. "Just help me stop the bleeding and we'll get you to a doctor."He nodded and replaced my paw with his over his wound. I felt a little better, since it looked like our efforts were starting to work, especially since my paw was now covered in scabbing over blood. Subconsciously I rubbed my paws off on my shirt, only to then remember I was wearing a white shirt. Dang did I pick the wrong day to do that."Come on, let's get you out of the street," I groaned while trying to drag him over to the side walk.Kyle did his best to help push himself along, but I could tell he was getting weak from blood loss. The fact that he weighs about twice as much as me certainly wasn't helping things either. Finally, I got him onto the sidewalk and out of danger as dozens of cars fled past us in a mad dash for the countryside. I tried to flag someone down, a cop, a tourist, anyone who could give us a lift to a hospital. At last, a white SUV pulled over and rolled down the windows. I started to rush over to it when I saw one of the passengers wearing a bright red bandana across his muzzle. The light brown wolf stepped out of the car and pointed a pistol at me, yelling at me to get down...in English. I'd have further pondered the fact that he sounded American if I hadn't been utterly terrified right then and there.BLAM BLAM!I yelped in surprise as the wolf was thrown against the car whilst leaving a bloody mist where he stood. I looked over my shoulder to see Kyle still had his pistol, although he was clearly having trouble aiming it with only one paw. Back in the road, I could see his other gun, the bigger one, still lying in the middle lane. Without thinking I rushed for it as the other three rebels in the car hopped out and took cover. I heard two more shots from Kyle's gun and another rebel screamed. A sedan nearly hit me as I dashed through the first lane, causing me to trip and fall again. Bullets bounced off the pavement next to me as one rebel shoot at me, only for Kyle to shoot once more and force him back behind the car.RATATATATATAT!I ignored the sound of their guns as I scurried over the pavement, scooping up Kyle's gun and turning to run back when I saw that he was no longer sitting up, and a massive blood stain coated the wall he'd been leaning on."Kyle....no..."HOOOOONNNNNK!My head snapped to the right just in time to see a pair of blinding headlights when...THUD! --- U.S. Embassy to Panama "Damn it Blackmon, answer the phone!" Baker muttered to himself as he paced the embassy lobby.Just then a marine in full combat gear burst in, his face covered in dust and sweat. "Sir, we've got a school bus loaded with refugees coming in, plus a few of our guys. What should we do?""Get them inside you idiot," Baker retorted, "And is Blackmon on that bus?""Don't know sir, it was mostly Panamanian civilians and their kids. I counted two other American girls, and your friend Eric who wanted to see you.""What about the rest of the kids that were with him? There were at least fifteen American kids out there," Baker asked as he felt a growing sense of doom in the back of his mind.Just then a Dalmatian in a sweat stained dress shirt came rushing up behind Baker. "Sir! We've got a situation here.""Do you think I don't know that? Just look out the friggin' window, the whole city looks like Fallujah in '04!""No sir, this is even worse," the Dalmatian replied. "Come look at the TV."Baker followed the dog to the lounge on the first floor where several other embassy employees were huddled around the flat screen watching a local news channel. Baker's eyes near left prints on his glasses as he saw a dozen high school age kids lined up on the floor, blindfolded and handcuffed to one another. Behind them stood two coyotes wearing red balaclavas and armed with shotguns, Ithaca 37s by the look of it. The camera paneled over to a fennec fox wearing a red beret, smugly grinning as began to speak in heavily accented English."Attention leaders of the imperialist states of America. We have captured twelve of your spoiled brats as they attempted to spread your propagandized greed and tyranny to our humble nation. As you are no doubt aware, my men are bringing great change to my country right this second, something you will no doubt feel the need to meddle in. I give you this warning; should any American soldiers leave your embassy's grounds, or enter the country via airdrop, ground invasion, or amphibious landing, I'll know. And I will personally execute one of your precious children every hour they remain in my country.Furthermore, if you try to kill me, or any of my lieutenants, I will not give my daily stand down order to sleeper agents hidden in your country. These agents possess a new strain of your vaunted Hellfire virus, something your pathetic vaccine can't hope to stop. Within twenty-four hours you'll lose five of your most precious centers of capitalist decadence to a horde of mindless bloodthirsty savages. The choice is yours; know your place and stay out of my way, or watch your country burn around you."The camera cut off and left the TV showing nothing but static. Everyone in the room began murmuring amongst themselves, wondering just what they were going to do. All Baker could think of was how to kill himself in his office. --- Meanwhile...back...wherever they got shot. I forget, Arctic stopped paying the original narrator overtime and the bastard formed a one man union and is out in the parking lot picketing like a douche monger and so I'm having to get caught up on this whole series in like two days, so bear with me. Cue the music! Hopefully this conveys a dark, tragic tone for the scene. Gawdammit!Despite being dead I felt surprisingly happy and stress free. Maybe it was because I knew I'd never have to wait in line at the DMV to get my license renewed again, who knows? By this point in my life, I'd come to expect the unexpected and learned to just roll with the punches. This was...what, the fourth time I'd been shot and killed. Most people only have to deal with the one, which begs the question am I lucky or cursed out the ass? However, after a couple of minutes of just hovering over my corpse I began to recall the words of my guardian angel from the last time I got shot.You beat death, so you and Katie get to live to be eighty something before you finally kick the bucket...or something like that. Tomas is busy keeping some meth head from getting cavity searched by his dealer.Man, I need to work on my paraphrasing. But yeah, I was pretty ticked as I recalled that I wasn't supposed to be dead yet. That's like having your car battery die on you six weeks after you buy it from Auto Zone."Hey God, you hear me? Tell that idiot Tomas he sucks at math! I'm not eighty yet, I'm twenty friggin' years old! I mean that's probably eighty in chinchilla years, but c'mon!""Kyle hush already, it's bad enough we're dead," Katie groaned to me as her soul climbed out of her corpse."Wait, you're dead too?" I asked and then noticed she'd eaten a fender sandwich. "Ooooooooh.""Yeah, ooooh. Dang, after all that money daddy spent on my braces too," she quipped."You're surprisingly upbeat for a dead person," I added.She shrugged and looked over at me, "Eh, I figure once we're in heaven I'll have plenty of time to make you wish you were in the other place for proving me right about how we should have stopped.""Yeah...and now that I think about it, it's gonna be really awkward when God calls us out on that," I said uneasily while scratching the back of my neck. "At least all our relatives are still alive and won't be around to hear about it!""Oh gee, that makes this so much better," she replied with emphasized sarcasm.Oh hold on! I found the right music! Just pretend that scene didn't happen...or that it happened with more fitting music... Before Katie and I could argue further, I noticed how the sky had now clouded over, and a familiar stretch of fog began to roll in over the street. Katie and I looked around anxiously, knowing full well just who was around the bend."Alright, same plan as last time?" I asked while looking for something to use as a weapon."Same plan? We don't even have a rock to throw at him!""Not sayin' we won't need to improvise a little," I muttered as I laid eyes on a familiar shape creeping out of the mist.Death was right on time, dark cloak and all, minus his usual scythe. "Hello Kyle, long time since I'd heard from you.""What can I say, I'm accident prone," I joked."Yes, you always were a bit of a clutz. I was surprised you made it this far, especially after your little screw up in Arizona," Death quipped.I felt a shiver go up my spine at that. I wanted to say something clever, but my wit had left me."What's the matter? Aren't you excited you'll get to go meet your old squad again?" Death asked with snide arrogance."You really want to play this game again? You remember what happened the last time Katie and I faced you," I fired back.Death paused, as if this memory made him uneasy. "You...and Katie?""Oh don't tell me you forgot how I chopped your frickin' arm off and beat the tar out of your bony butt in the underworld.""What are you...you never did that to me you idiot," Death retorted. "I think I'd remember getting my ass kicked by a jerkoff like you.""Well you don't, bonehead!""Oh bravo, you remember your insults from kindergarten," Death replied with a peeved groan.Katie then tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Kyle, I don't think this is the same Death as before.""What are you talking about, of course it's him!" I said back at normal volume."Him?" Death asked. "Ha! Hardly. I may be the spiritual embodiment of the transitory path between this world and the next, but that doesn't mean I forgot who I was.""Wow, if I'd known you were a chick I'd have probably felt worse about hitting you earlier," I replied while also noticing that she did indeed have a different voice. It was still gravelly, but it was also more feminine and higher pitched."How many times do I have to tell you, you never hit me, not even when we were kidding around," Death answered indignantly."Kidding around? What the hell are you talking about?" I inquired as the metaphorical gears started to turn in my head. "You talk as if you know me, yet you don't remember our last encounter.""Oh no, I remember that too. That's how I got this job in the first place," Death replied coolly.I blinked, short of breath and in disbelief. "You're not the same death as before.""Finally, you see that," Death sighed with a rather feminine tone."Which means my pact with him is gone too, isn't it?""Right again," she said menacingly. "You know, I'm not surprised you managed to beat him. He had a bit of an overconfidence problem. What does surprise me is how you managed to avoid filling his shoes.""I was a tad lucky, I guess.""You've always been lucky, Kyle. I guess that's why you got to have a mate and I died alone," Death replied solemnly. "I wonder, would Katie here even still want to be with you after what happened in Arizona?""I already told her about that," I growled. "Now quit bringing it up and try to kill me already!""Aww, I'm sorry? Is it painful to be reminded how you got your friends killed on a treasure hunt all because you didn't have the balls to tell a certain girl you didn't love her back?""How do you know all this," Katie asked her, "You're not some omnipresent being like God, you can't see our whole lives, how do you know this?""Oh please, don't tell me you haven't figured it out by now," she said while lifting her skeletal hands up to pull her hood back.I expected to see a fleshless skull with fire burning from its eye sockets, but instead I saw the familiar red panda face of..."Elsie?!?! You're alive! Or..."My gaffe was promptly met with raucous laughter on her part. "Oh sorry, sorry, but that was by far one of the stupidest things you've said to me. The only thing that tops that was your plan to start an internet porn business with your future wife."Katie looked at me with a quizzical scowl. "I'm sorry, I think I missed something, what plan was this?""Trust me, you'll get a kick out of it. Especially the part how he'd bribe you with a tour of a pickle cannery or something, I mean why in the heck would that work?" Elsie chuckled.I just blushed as Katie facepalmed. "So what happens now?""Well," she said while summoning her scythe from thin air, "It is kinda my job to send you guys on your way...""But you don't want to have to fight us?""What? Hell no, I'd dropkick your skinny butt in a heartbeat after what you did to me," she quipped. "Don't mistake my positivity for forgiveness on your part. You're the whole reason I'm cursed as it is.""Don't remind me," I groaned."Oh but I intend to," she said. "See, I've kinda been stalking you in my spare time when I'm not busy collecting souls, and I've seen how you at least feel remorseful for what happened to me.""You...saw...how?""I could explain the science behind it all, but to save time let's just say that I can be anywhere, at any time I want so long as someone has died close by. That little time you were in the Phoenix airport breaking up with Katie was also the scene of an old guy stroking out in the men's room. I saw you were close by and decided to listen in on your conversation with dear Katie here.""God, and I thought the NSA with the Patriot Act was bad," I muttered. "So what, you're gonna give me a second chance...or fourth?""No.""Then what?"She smiled deviously and looked at Katie for a second. "I'm going to offer you the chance to restore both your and Katie's lives back to the way they were. But like all things, there's a catch involved, and it's a pretty serious one.""How serious?" I asked warily."That's the fun part, I can't tell you unless you accept it.""Can't? Or won't.""Won't, technically," she grinned. "I'll tell you this though, it has three parts, each more difficult to bear than the last, and once you agree to it there's no backing out. You fail to keep up your end of the deal and I'll never show my face to you again.""And that's bad because...""You'll be trapped between worlds in limbo, stupid," she said with an exasperated huff. "I thought we went over that already.""Riiiight."I looked over at Katie. She'd been pretty quiet this whole time, mainly just watching and listening to the whole surreal scene as it unfolded before her. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her either, how the two women I'd both let down in life were now dead and standing before each other. I'm not even sure that counts as irony, but it sure had that indescribable feel of implausibility to it."So sis, what should we do?" I asked."What do you think I want to do?" she countered.I took a deep breath and replied, "Well, considering that our parents would miss us and a bunch of your friends got kidnapped by communist rebels, not to mention our promise to fight together to the end, I'm guessing you want to go through with it?"Katie smiled and nodded."Alright then, I'm with yah sis. So Elsie, what's the catch?"She just smirked and motioned for us to follow her into a swirling cloud of fog. "You'll see."

Title: Bella Ch. 02 Tags: assassination, suspense, thriller, lesbian, younger woman, older man, hired killer, assassin, female assassin The short fat man swirled the brandy and then raised the glass and inhaled the heady fumes. He smiled when he considered that it cost the equivalent of a day's wages for many of the people living in his country. Life was good. Before he walked towards the balcony doors to open the drapes he turned off the room lights. Even though he was in the penthouse of a fifteen storey building it was best not to take any chances. The drapes slid back and he opened the doors to step out into the warm night air. As he surveyed the scene below he drew on the Havana cigar and let the smoke drift slowly from his lips. He looked down to the city where advertising banners flashed in chaotic disorder and listened to the hum of activity that arose from below. His eyes swept to the right to take in the panoramic view and he stiffened in shock when he saw the dark figure standing inside the balcony rail. He tried to grasp the impossible situation; how in God's name? Then he saw the rope dangling from the roof. The figure appeared to be totally enclosed in a tight black garment and it stood motionless with arms hanging loosely. His heart thudded in the menacing silence and he began to shuffle backwards into the room. Could he get to his desk and the pistol in the second drawer? The black figure ominously followed him. In the semi-darkness of the room he continued his slow progress until he felt the desk against the back of his thighs. Carefully he negotiated his way around the desk and then lowered himself into the leather chair. His hands were shaking as he placed his glass on the surface and the cigar in the ashtray. Fear made him breathless but he tried to keep his voice steady and authoritative as he demanded, "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" The black figure remained silent. He forced himself to appear relaxed as his hand crept towards the handle of the second drawer. His fingers were trembling as he gripped it and silently slid the drawer open. With an effort he spoke again and tried to sound indignant when he said, "I asked who you are, what do you want?" His hand was in the drawer and closing around the butt of the pistol. He felt for the safety catch with his thumb and eased it off. He now had the pistol firmly grasped and prepared to lift it. He was no expert with a gun but surely he could not miss someone standing less than three metres away? As he snatched the pistol from the drawer he felt the impact in his chest and the weapon tumbled from his fingers. He looked up and one of the dark figure's arms was pointing directly towards him. He looked down and stared blankly at the steel handle protruding from the centre of his chest. At first he felt nothing but then a paroxysm of agony convulsed his body. He tried to stand but his legs were lifeless. He retched and tasted blood. His body jerked and twisted with excruciating pain but slowly a deadening seeped through his limbs. As he slumped back in the chair he felt himself drifting into a stupor. His last vision before his heart stopped beating was the motionless black figure watching him die. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Martin sipped his coffee and sneaked a glance to his right. The girl sitting alone was stirring her cup as she watched the traffic go by. There were two tables between them but he had a clear view of her. The early evening was hot and sticky and he dabbed his forehead with a paper napkin. It was approaching dusk and the street was packed with vehicles and pedestrians and all of them contributed to the cacophony of horns, bicycle bells and shouting voices. Peddled carts carrying tourists weaved through lines of delivery vans and hand pushed barrows. Pedestrians seemingly oblivious to the moving vehicles continually stepped into the road only to receive screams of abuse from frustrated drivers. It was a scene that repeated itself throughout the day and one with which he was familiar. After closing his office he occasionally walked to the open café and relaxed with a coffee or an alcoholic drink before returning to his apartment. It was not a regular routine and one that depended upon his mood after the rigours of the day. That was until three evenings ago when he first saw the girl. On her first visit to the café she sauntered past and sat down at one of the outside tables. A male waiter was instantly at her side and she spoke in the local language. She received her order faster than he was usually served. He glanced in her direction again and thrilled at her athletic poise. She was quite tall and lounged with her shapely bare legs stretched casually for all to see. Her short dark hair was cheekily tousled and gave her an elfin charm. He desperately wanted to see her eyes but her gaze was always directly ahead and he had seen only her profile. He made up his mind that if she looked in his direction he would smile in the hope of promoting a conversation, but she never did. He resigned himself to accepting that beautiful young girls were not interested in middle-aged men. Since becoming a widower he had not attempted another relationship and although he knew he was attractive to women, the trials of courtship had no appeal. She stood up to leave and tossed some money down without waiting for the check. As she walked away he had an impulse to follow her. He had nothing better to do so why not? The sidewalk was crowded as she strolled past the many gift shops and restaurants and he stayed several paces behind her. He felt foolish but convinced himself that he was curious only to learn her final destination. Suddenly she turned into a side street and he stopped when he reached it and peered cautiously around the corner in the direction she had taken. The street contained yet another small market that would remain active until late into the night. She was examining jewellery at one of the stalls and he waited until she continued her stroll before he followed. The street was a cul-de-sac with an alleyway leading off at the end and he was surprised to see her disappear into it. When he reached the opening he peered into the darkness but she had vanished. He hesitated for a few seconds but curiosity got the better of him. He walked to the end of the dark alley and found himself at the back of the main street buildings. There was no one in sight and all he could see were piles of sacks and cartons awaiting removal. He knew he should turn back but having got this far he was determined to discover which building she had entered so he decided to walk just a few more paces. He had passed only three of the rear entrances when a hand grasped his forehead from behind and a knee pressed into the lower part of his back. His legs folded and he saw the glint of a knife. As the blade was put to his throat his immediate reaction was shock followed by anger that he had been so stupid to follow her. Now he was going to get robbed and probably murdered. With his head pulled back and pressure still into his back he was unable to move, so he waited fearfully to learn his fate. Then he became aware of a face close to his ear and a female voice whispered softly, "Why are you following me?" He mind reeled in surprise followed by relief that perhaps he was not going to be murdered after all. He found it difficult to speak with his head in such a strained position but managed to gasp, "Was I following you?" "Yes you were. Did you intend to force me to the ground and then rape me?" It was a struggle to answer but he replied indignantly, "Of course not, I had absolutely no intention of raping you. The thought never entered my head." Suddenly the hand released his forehead and the knee left his back. Without any apparent effort he was turned and thrust backwards into a pile of plastic sacks. She moved quickly to straddle his lap but the knife stayed at his throat. As he looked into her face it was too dark to see her eyes and he felt mildly frustrated. She moved her face closer to his and said, "Why didn't you intend to rape me, don't you think I'm attractive enough?" Was she laughing at him? Only her eyes would have told him. He replied, "Young lady if I were in the rape business, you would be at the top of my list. But I am not so will you please remove the knife." "I haven't decided yet if I'm going to slit your throat." He concluded that he was going to live after all and said, "Please don't do that, this is the first time that I've worn this suit." Slowly she removed the blade and then her mouth travelled a few centimetres and closed over his. She was kissing him and the shock of it was so startling he was unable to respond. Her lips were warm and he breathed in the delicious scent of her. When she drew back he whispered, "Why did you do that?" "I felt like doing it." Suddenly she stood erect and grasped his lapels and he was hauled to his feet effortlessly. She said calmly, "Come along Mister Poulter let's go and eat. I'll dust you off when we get into the light." He stiffened with shock and gasped, "How do you know my name? Who are you?" She linked her arm in his and answered, "We can chat over a meal. My name is Bella." As they walked back into the busy main street Martin's mind churned in confusion. A girl he had seen for the first time only three evenings ago knew his name, had held a knife to his throat and then kissed him. They walked only a short distance before she turned into a restaurant. It was early and just a few tables were occupied. A smiling man hurried forward and Martin guessed he was the owner when Bella embraced him. They spoke briefly before the man ushered them to a discreet booth. In the light of the small table lamp Martin at last looked into Bella's eyes. They were large and dark but the colour was mysterious. Were they black or dark blue or purple? Bella ordered without consulting him and while they were waiting he mustered some composure. As calmly as he was able he asked, "Now then Bella, how do you know my name?" "I checked you out." "Why?" "Because you've been ogling me and you're an attractive man. Also you know somebody in whom I have an interest." Martin felt a glow of pleasure that she had complimented his looks and his confidence began to grow. "I didn't realise you were aware that I was peeking at you. You didn't once glance in my direction." "I have eyes at the side of my head." He smiled as he asked, "So what is your line of business?" "I kill people." He laughed. "That doesn't surprise me, you nearly did for me back there when you put that knife to my throat." He frowned. "Just a minute, what's a beautiful young girl doing carrying a knife anyway?" "Protection, and it's also useful for peeling things." The food arrived and he decided to abandon the subject of the knife. "You speak the language so it is obvious that this is not your first visit to this country. Is your purpose here business, pleasure or other?" "Other." "And who is this person that we mutually know?" "Prasong Bidaya." His eyes widened in surprise and he felt immediately uncomfortable. He was silent for a few seconds before he asked quietly, "Why do you have an interest in that gentleman?" "That's rather difficult to explain. Don't worry, I know all about his activities. What is your opinion of Mister Bidaya?" Martin leaned back and said, "It would be unethical for me to discuss a client but off the record he is not a nice person and has a nefarious history. A few days ago his partner was found murdered in mysterious circumstances and the police are baffled." "Yes I heard about that. Are you aware of the nature of Mister Bidaya's business?" Martin's lips tightened and he hesitated before replying, "I'm ashamed to say that I am and I try not to think about it. He buys and sells children and gets away with it because the police turn a blind eye. One can only assume that they are well paid for doing so." He looked closely at Bella to see if he was receiving condemnation but her gaze was steady. He continued, "I sell him insurance and I was already involved to quite an extent before I learned how he makes his money. It is now difficult for me to become disassociated." "I understand perfectly." She leaned forward and said quietly, "I want to meet him. Would you consider employing me as a company representative? You know, attractive English girl visits clients to promote good relationships. Maybe even get some business, that sort of thing." Martin felt uneasy when he asked, "Why do you want to meet him? Bella replied, "I can't answer that question just yet, but I will tell you eventually. May I call you Martin?" "Of course." They had finished their light meal and Bella asked, "How about a relaxing massage Martin?" He raised his eyebrows and ventured, "If you're suggesting that I should be seen entering a massage parlour, I'm afraid that is out of the question. I'm a respectable local business man and it would tarnish my reputation." She smiled and reached across the table to take his hand. "Don't be a fuddy-duddy, come along with me." She arose and gently pulled him from his seat. He wanted to resist but both curiosity and her captivating charm were too much for him. She slipped her arm around his waist and he allowed himself to be led to the rear of the restaurant where they passed through beaded curtains. Immediately on the other side he found himself looking up a narrow rickety staircase. She took his hand again and began to climb the stairs in front of him but he pulled back. "Bella I don't think this is a good idea. I'm not used to this kind of thing and I'm nervous." She held his hand firmly and said, "Trust me; no one will ever know and I promise you will enjoy yourself. This is not a sleazy joint." He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but remember I'm relying on you to keep me respectable." At the top of the stairs they passed into a small room that contained just a couch. Martin had time only to breathe in the lingering perfume before two scantily clad young girls entered through another door. They were exceptionally pretty and he felt embarrassed that he was probably older than their fathers. Although Martin had never taken advantage of its availability, professional sex was an accepted part of the national culture. He had always been attracted to oriental females and his wife had been the reason that he was now permanently established in the country of her birth. One smiling girl approached each of them and they were led into a shower room. Both girls were wearing simple tunics and peeled them off to reveal that they were naked underneath. Martin's girl had small but firm breasts and her pubic hair had been shaven. She immediately began to remove his clothes and folded them neatly. Having committed himself to that point, he allowed her to undress him completely. When she had removed all of his clothing she stepped back and nodded in admiration. He kept himself fit and knew he was in good shape for his age. He also knew that he had a large penis so he was not ashamed to be naked. He looked across to Bella who was also naked and thrilled at the sight of her. She had full breasts and an athletic body but she moved with the grace of a lioness. The shower was comfortably big enough for four people and the girls stepped in first and carefully tested the water from the hoses. When they were satisfied they smiled and beckoned. Martin allowed his girl to take control and she soaped his back. At first she used just her hands but then she pressed her body against him with a sliding motion that was deliciously sensual. When she turned him towards her and began to soap his front she continued to writhe her body against his and there was nothing he could do to stop his penis from stiffening. It was obviously what she had been trying to achieve because she giggled and slipped her hand around it. For a few seconds she looked directly into his eyes while she slid her hand slowly back and forth. Suddenly she lifted her right leg and wrapped it behind him. She raised herself on tiptoe and rubbed the tip of his hard penis against her soft vagina. Martin closed his eyes and gasped with the sensation. He wanted to hug her close and insert himself fully but she giggled with amusement and pulled away. Clearly she had just been teasing him. He looked towards Bella who was standing with her legs apart and her hands on the girl's shoulders. Her eyes were closed and the girl had one thigh lifted and was rubbing it sensually under Bella's crotch. Martin wondered if he was dreaming. Less than an hour ago he had been enjoying a coffee at the end of a normal day and now he was involved in erotic foreplay with three sexy females. The girl finished rinsing him and led him out of the shower to towel him dry. She took him into another room that contained two massage tables and gestured for him to lie on one. A few seconds later Bella arrived with her girl and climbed onto the other table. He lay face down as she dripped oil onto his back. After she had spread the oil she climbed onto the bench and stretched herself on top of him. Slowly she began to massage him with her entire body. Her tiny nipples were hard and he could feel them tracing patterns on his back. After a few minutes of massage she prised his legs apart and straddling the back of each in turn began to slide her wet slit back and forth along it. His erection was solid and when she turned him over there was no point in hiding it. He looked sideways and saw that Bella was getting similar massage to the backs of her thighs. His girl was now rubbing her soft crevice along the front of his thighs, but suddenly she moved higher and grasped his penis. With a fleeting movement she dipped the end of it quickly in and out of her and then returned to sliding her slippery vagina backwards and forwards. It had been a long time since his penis had been inside a female and even though she had inserted it only a centimetre or two he desperately wanted her to do it again. For a few more seconds she continued to massage him with her pussy and then lifted herself to insert his penis again but this time a little deeper. The girl was an expert and with each insertion he got closer to an orgasm and with each withdrawal he could not help from groaning with frustration. She was driving him to the limit of his endurance but she was also watching him closely. He looked sideways and Bella was lying on her back with her knees raised and her girl's face was buried between her thighs. He became aware that the girl on top of him was reaching under the bench and her hand reappeared with a contraceptive packet. With a deft movement she opened it and slipped a condom over his pulsating member. Bella must have been watching because she spoke sharply and both girls immediately climbed down and scurried from the room. Martin groaned with disappointment but Bella quickly crossed the space between them and climbed onto his table. As she straddled him she muttered, "Was she driving you crazy?" "To the edge of insanity." "Me too. That little minx has got me so fucking horny." She put her hand on his penis and peeled off the contraceptive. "You won't make me pregnant and whether you like it not I'm going to fuck you." "I was desperately hoping somebody would." She seized his cock and her voice was urgent. "I've just got to have this inside me." She shuffled forward and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. As he slid deep into her warm drenched slit she gasped, "God that feels good and thank you for having a big one. Try not to come too quickly." Martin wondered if he was hallucinating. He was being fucked by a beautiful young girl that he had met only an hour previously. She leaned forward with her hands either side of him and placed one breast close to his lips. She whispered, "It would be nice if you sucked my nipples." Martin took the offered breast in both hands and gently nibbled the firm protrusion. She shivered with pleasure and murmured, "Now the other one." As his tongue caressed the second nipple she gasped, "Okay that's enough I'm ready to fuck now." She commenced with slow deliberate pushes and her vagina was so wet he could feel her seepage on his testicles. Without taking her eyes from his she gradually increased the tempo until she blurted desperately, "Here I come." Suddenly she tilted her head back and gasped, "Jesus." Her thrusting suddenly quickened but as her orgasm peaked she froze for a few seconds and stopped breathing. Her face twisted as if in pain and then she exhaled with an explosive gasp. Martin felt his balls contract and his hot semen spurted into her. He was squeezing her buttocks as he ejaculated and he could hear himself growling as the exquisite sensation flooded his loins. Gradually his orgasm subsided but she continued to twist her hips with slow gyrations as if extracting the last dregs of pleasure from the stiff shaft inside her. Finally she slumped forward with her lips resting upon his. For several seconds she was silent until she whispered, "That was a very nice fuck Mister Poulter." Her lips gently nibbled his but then she drew back and asked searchingly, "Are you okay?" He answered, "You realise of course that this is all a fantasy and I must have fallen over and struck my head on something. It can't be possible that only an hour ago I met a beautiful girl and she has just made passionate love to me. I'm expecting you to go pop and disappear at any moment." Bella smiled and lifted herself carefully. His penis slid out of her and she rolled sideways and lowered her feet to the floor. He still had a semi-erection and she bent her head and gave it a brief kiss. She held out her hand and said, "Come let's shower." When they had dressed and walked back through the restaurant she paused inside the entrance and said, "I'll come to your office at four-thirty tomorrow and we can discuss the terms of my employment." He replied doubtfully, "I don't know if you're suitable to be an employee. What qualifications have you got?" "I'm a good fuck." "Okay you're hired, but we need to have a talk because I have lots of questions and I require the answers. Do we know each other well enough yet?" She kissed her forefinger and then pressed it lightly to his lips. She smiled and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." As he watched her walk away he reflected that he had just enjoyed the most exciting sexual experience of his life. But Bella was a mystery and her desire to meet Prasong Bidaya was puzzling. He had an uneasy feeling that she was not just a beautiful girl who enjoyed sex. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The guard with the XM8 slung across his chest watched as the main gate creaked open. He had been slouching against one of the pillars that supported the entrance portico but suddenly his bored demeanour changed to one of interest. The bus lumbered slowly through the gates and stopped in front of the huge mansion. As the driver stepped out, the front door opened and two men descended the steps. One of them asked, "Any problems?" The driver replied, "Nothing I couldn't handle." The man said, "Okay get them out." The driver opened the side door of the bus and beckoned to the occupants to exit the vehicle. For a few seconds the doorway remained empty until he shouted, "Out." Gradually diminutive figures became framed in the exit as seven children stepped out and huddled together in a group. Some of them were weeping while others trembled in terrified silence. There were five boys aged between six and eight years. The two girls both looked older. As the two men began to usher the children towards the main door the guard said, "Give me one to play with I'm bored." He made as if to seize a boy but one of the men knocked his hand away and snapped, "Don't be stupid the boss would kill you." The guard stepped back and laughed. He held up his hands in mock surrender and said, "I was just joking, can't you take a joke?" The entrance door shut behind the sad group and the guard strolled to the side of the house and reached into his tunic pocket. He placed a cigarette between his lips and turned away from the warm breeze with his hands cupped. As his lighter flared he stiffened in surprise when it illuminated the dark figure standing motionless before him. All he could see was a featureless silhouette covered completely in black. For three seconds he was too shocked to react but then the lighter clattered to the ground and he reached with both hands for his firearm. The weapon was suspended across his chest and as he attempted to lift the strap over his head the dark figure stepped towards him. Stiffened fingers stabbed into his solar plexus and communication to his lungs was disrupted. He dropped to his knees as he struggled to suck in air and then a hand grasped his neck and probed for the carotid artery. Almost immediately numbness flooded his senses. As he fought against passing out a voice hissed softly, "You sick bastard, I could kill you now but you don't deserve a quick death." As he struggled to remain conscious he saw the glint of a blade in front of his eyes. Then the knife was lowered and he felt the warm breeze on his exposed genitalia as the front of his jeans was cut open. He tried to call out but there was no air in his lungs. His body jerked when the blade sliced upwards but he felt nothing until the fingers left his neck. The blood flowed back into his brain and as he sucked in air the sickening agony engulfed him. Then he looked down and screamed when he saw what was lying in the dirt between his knees. The dark shape moved swiftly towards the cover of the trees. As the guard continued to scream, the door opened and men poured from the building with firearms drawn. They stared in shock at the kneeling guard who had blood gushing from his ruptured groin. From the cover of the trees the watching black figure turned and disappeared into the night. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The next day was quiet as far as business was concerned but Martin found it difficult to concentrate. His mind kept wondering back to the events of the previous evening and several times he found himself acquiring an erection. He had six staff comprising two males and four females. His secretary Sunee was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties and she had a good figure. She often wore clothing that revealed more of her breasts and legs than he would have preferred, but his male clientele enjoyed chatting with her so he regarded her as an asset. She was a tactile person and when in conversation at the enquiry counter she would often rest her hand upon that of a male client. Similarly if she was standing while chatting to a seated female, her hand would wander to the neck or shoulder and there would be a casual caressing. When he masturbated he sometimes fantasised about lesbian sex, especially since one occasion when he had strolled into the staff rest room. Sunee and a pretty female were sitting closely together and the young girl rose quickly and hurried from the room. Martin thought he saw her pull down the front of her dress and her complexion was certainly flushed but Sunee looked at him with such calmness he wondered if it had just been his imagination. Then one evening at dusk he was on his way to a local restaurant when he glanced across the street to his office and was surprised to see a light on. He assumed that it was the cleaner although normally she attended early in the morning. As he hired her from an agency and she performed her duties to his satisfaction he decided to pass the time of day with her. He had his office keys with him so he crossed the street and opened the front door. At first he could hear nothing, but then from the staff restroom he heard a strange sound as if a baby was crying. He was curious as he tiptoed to the door and quietly turned the handle. When he opened it a few centimetres and peered into the room the reason for the sounds became clear. One of the naked females was Sunee and the other was the young girl that he had seen with her in the restroom. Their clothes were scattered over the floor. There was a single sofa in the room and the girl was laying full length along it. She had one leg extended straight and the other trailed with her foot on the floor. Sunee was kneeling with her head between the girl's legs. From the movement of Sunee's head he could see that her tongue was giving full attention to the girl's pussy while at the same time her hand twisted constantly as she probed with two fingers into the sopping crevice. Young hands held Sunee's face tightly and the girl's head strained backwards as she continually whimpered the soft sounds that he had heard. His immediate reaction was to leave but the erotic scene held him transfixed and his penis had begun to stiffen. He continued to watch with fascination as Sunee climbed on top of the girl and the two sweating bodies writhed against each other. He reached down and gripped his throbbing penis tightly as they rubbed their slippery cunts together and squealed with excitement. They were so occupied with each other that it was several minutes before he withdrew and quietly closed the door. As he left the building he felt guilty that he had been peeping and also mildly ashamed that it had given him a solid erection. That night as he recalled the scene he achieved an orgasm quickly. He wondered if he should take some action over their relationship but decided it was none of his business. He also hoped for another opportunity to observe their sexual activity. At four-thirty the front door opened and Bella entered. She was dressed in a jacket and skirt and her white blouse was buttoned to the neck. She was also wearing spectacles. Martin could see the reception area from his office and although she was still an attractive female, the change from the previous day was startling. Her appearance was now one of austere efficiency. A young staff member spoke to her at the reception desk and then turned towards his open door. She announced to him that an English lady had arrived for an appointment. Martin shut the door after Bella entered and returned to his desk. When they were both seated he stared at her in wonderment and said, "My word, I can't believe it's you. What happened to that sexy creature who made love to me yesterday?" "She is temporarily in wraps." Martin leaned back and asked in an efficient voice, "Now then, what do you know about selling insurance in this country?" "Lots." "Okay, what's the average life expectancy of a male?" "Seventy years, nine months and three days. Although smoking would reduce that by four years and twenty-seven days." He blinked in surprise. "And a female?" "Seventy five years, six months and two days." He stared at her in silence and then asked, "What about buildings and contents insurance, do you know anything about that?" "Yes." "Okay I believe you. What do you want from me?" "I want to meet Mister Bidaya." "Why?" "I can't tell you that just yet." Martin leaned forward and said quietly, "Mister Bidaya is my biggest client. I know he's not a nice man but I need him. I don't know what you're up to but if you don't tell me I can't take the risk." Bella replied, "I understand your concern but let's talk about it some other time. Tell your staff that I'm looking to gain experience in this country and you're employing me temporarily as a rep. You don't need to pay me and by the way I don't speak the language." With a sigh he said, "You sure are a mystery Bella. Okay you can visit some of my clients but not Bidaya until I say so. Come let's meet my staff." Martin introduced her to everyone and he observed that Sunee maintained the handshake for a few seconds longer than seemed necessary. When they returned to his office he had some files sent in and after examining a few he handed three to Bella. "You may visit these clients and say that I'm keen to keep in contact and you are just making a courtesy visit. They are all male." "Okay I'll spread the Gospel." "Fine, just don't shag any of them." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It was after midnight and the driver ushered the sad group of children to the foot of the house steps and waited to be paid. When the envelope was handed to him he returned to the bus and closed the exit door before walking to the front of the vehicle and climbing back behind the wheel. He opened the envelope and smiled at the wad of notes inside. It was a well-paid job for little effort and it was none of his business what happened to the kids. The bus lumbered out through the heavy iron gates and they closed behind it. Within one hundred metres it had reached the intersection and the driver applied the hand brake and looked left and right. Too late he saw the dark figure reflected in his mirror. A hand gripped under his chin and another clasped the back of his head. He tried to grab the hands but his head was forced to the left and then spun sharply to the right. As his skull detached from the cervical vertebrae the splintering crunch echoed briefly within the cabin. He saw bright lights dancing but then they faded. His head was released and it lolled helplessly down to his chest. A black gloved hand reached for the key and switched off the ignition. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It had been three days since the files had been passed to Bella and Martin had heard nothing from her. Had he been foolish in taking her on? Perhaps so, but he also wanted the opportunity to have sex with her again. He thought about telephoning the clients to find out if she had called but decided against it. She was clearly a sensible girl and he was confident that she would not act in any way that could damage his business. On the fourth morning she walked into his office and tossed the files onto his desk. She said cheerfully, "There you go." He opened the first file and saw the signed application form and the cheque. The second file also contained a cheque as did the third one. She said, "First premiums paid and bankers orders set up." Martin gaped with astonishment and gasped, "How in God's name did you get business out of these people. I deliberately gave you three of the tightest bastards I have on the books." "I guess they'd never had a good blow-job before." "Bella you are an amazing girl," and then he added quietly, "Is there any chance we might socialise again? I mean, well you know what I mean." "Of course and I'm looking forward to it. It's just that I've been kind of busy the past few evenings." "Doing what?" "What I came here to do." "And that is?" Bella smiled and her gaze was steady. "All will be revealed in due course. I know you're consumed with curiosity but just be patient. I may be busy again to

night so how about tomorrow evening? Come to my apartment and I'll cook you a meal and afterwards we can fuck the night away." His penis twitched at her offer and he nodded. "Okay where are you living?" She ripped a sheet from his notepad and scribbled her address. "It's way out of town so don't get lost." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The floodlighting around the house was patchy and the light from the lamps extended only thirty metres from the building. Beyond that was darkness. There was a thin moon and although the sky was clear, starlight only just illuminated the trees. The guard stayed close to the building with his firearm at the ready. Since his boss's partner had been murdered there had been two more violent killings. Watching the guard bleed to death from a hole where his genitals should have been continued to haunt him. The bus had been found less than one hundred metres from the front gates with the driver slumped over the wheel. Police had searched the grounds but found nothing and their examination of the bus had yielded no clues. The boss was convinced that it was the work of a new organisation trying to muscle in. He glanced at his watch again and it was approaching midnight. Another ten minutes and it would be someone else's turn to patrol the house. He had to report that the entire surrounds were clear so he decided to make one last circuit of the building. He walked to the corner of the house and peered cautiously along the right flank. He could see nothing suspicious and set off at a hurried pace. His finger was curled around the trigger of his XM8 and the lever was set to fully-automatic. As he strode briskly along his eyes constantly scanned the darkness beyond the floodlighting and his body was tense with apprehension. If anything at all had moved he would have opened fire without hesitation. When he reached the end of the flank he again peered around the corner and surveyed the back of the house. It was clear and he continued at a brisk pace. As he passed the sacks of waste left out by the kitchen staff one of them came to life. A thin wire looped over his head and the garrotte snapped tightly around his throat. A foot swept his legs from under him and he fell heavily backwards onto a raised knee. His fingers scrabbled desperately to free the wire from his neck but it continued to cut deeper. For exactly ninety-three seconds his legs flailed helplessly until his desperate kicking finally ceased and he became motionless. The black figure effortlessly lifted the body and slung it over one shoulder. The replacement guard stepped out of the front door and looked down at the man sprawled awkwardly on the steps. He turned and shouted back into the house and armed men ran from the building in confusion. The black silhouette watched the chaos from the cover of the trees and then turned and melted into the darkness. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Martin pressed the bell push and heard the soft chime from within. The door opened and he drew in his breath when Bella appeared. She was wearing a dark green cocktail dress cut well above her knees with a single sleeve to the right wrist. The neckline slanted down and across her chest exposing the mound of her left breast and she was clearly not wearing a bra. Her legs and feet were bare. The pendant earrings and matching collar necklace both sparkled so brightly they were undoubtedly diamonds. She placed her left hand on her hip and struck a classic pose. He could only gasp, "Bella you are so beautiful." As she slipped both hands behind his neck and gently pulled him into the apartment she nudged the door shut with one bare foot. Her lips over his and as he breathed in her faint perfume her tongue slid between his parted lips and writhed against his. When she drew back her eyes were dark as she murmured, "We'll have a drink, then we'll eat and then we'll fuck, okay?" They were standing in a hallway and he gazed around in awe as he counted the doors leading off to either side. He knew it was a high class estate when he had been asked to identify himself at the security barrier but he had never expected such a level of opulence. "Jesus Christ, how many bedrooms are there?" "Don't know. Four I think, maybe five. I haven't bothered to open all of the doors." He ventured cautiously, "The rent must cost a packet." All he received back was, "Yes it does." In the spacious lounge he settled into an armchair with Bella seated opposite. The crystal class beckoned invitingly from his side table and he lifted it to his lips with, "Cheers." They sipped their champagne cocktails in silence. Bella crossed one tanned leg over the other and he glimpsed the briefest of green panties. She noticed his glance and crossed her leg back again. For a few seconds she gazed at him with a coy smile and then murmured, "Would you like me to take them off?" Was she serious? His penis stirred at the erotic prospect and he nodded. She lifted her bottom and slid her panties down to her knees. Then with her bent legs raised, allowed them to drop slowly to her feet and onto the floor. He waited breathlessly to see what would be exposed but her knees remained together. She laughed at his look of disappointment and said demurely, "Surely you don't expect a young female to expose her femininity to an older man? What kind of a girl do you take me for?" "A prick teaser?" She sighed. "Oh all right then, but just a little peep." Her knees began to part and as he prepared to cross his legs to avoid embarrassment she closed her own quickly and snapped, "No you don't. You keep both feet on the floor and your hands on the arms of the chair." He knew what she wanted to achieve. With tantalising slowness her knees parted again revealing more of her smooth inner thighs. She stopped once more and whispered, "Do you really want to see my pussy you naughty man?" His gaze had been riveted between her thighs and he lifted his eyes despairingly with, "You're driving me fucking crazy." "I know but it's fun isn't it?" Gradually her thighs widened until they were fully apart and her dark nest became visible. He felt like a little boy having his first sexual experience as he gazed at the pouting lips that had just a trace of moisture. His penis stiffened quickly but that was what she had planned so he made no attempt to hide it. She whispered softly, "Unzip yourself and take it out and then put your hands back where they are." He hesitated with embarrassment for a moment, but as she had played her part he reached for his zip and pulled it down. He delved inside and eased out his hard penis. Bella gazed at the solid erection with the tiny dribble exuding from its purple head and her left hand slid down to between her thighs. With her fingertips she began to caress her moist slit and Martin's penis throbbed as he watched it open like a crimson flower. For a minute she stroked herself slowly, but then her fingers began to move with more urgency and the moisture within the engorged folds changed to a thin froth. She was breathing quickly and her eyes were half closed as she murmured, "I'm going to come soon if I don't stop playing with myself and I expect you would too if you rubbed your cock." Suddenly she removed her hand and said decisively, "But I'm not going to because dinner is ready, so put yours away." Martin's mouth gaped in horror and he gasped, "What?" She repeated, "I said put it away it's time to eat." "Fucking hell is that it?" Bella stood up and replied sternly, "Of course that's it. You don't think I'm going to let the food spoil do you? When you arrived I said we would drink, then eat and then fuck in that order. You must have a very poor memory if you don't recall me saying it. So go and wash your hands and I'll wash mine in the kitchen." Martin's eyed dropped despairingly to his sagging member and he groaned, "Sorry old friend the nasty lady won't let me play with you but the night is young." The dining table would have comfortably seated eight but they occupied one corner of it. Bella complained that the kitchen was too far away and brought the food in a heated trolley. For the starter she had made a cheese soufflé that had risen to perfection. The main was a roast duck curry and the dessert was mango sticky rice known locally as Khao Niaow Ma Muang. The menu was not exactly loyal to any particular cuisine but it was delicious. Somehow she had balanced the flavours of local produce with great skill and he was impressed. Even the wine complimented the meal, despite the fact that the national product did not figure highly on the sought-for list. He settled back in contentment and said, "You continually surprise me, you are a highly skilful cook." She belched before she replied, "Yes I am and I've cooked for some of the most fascinating people in the world. I've also concocted edible meals from ingredients that would turn your stomach." He gazed at her steadily for several seconds until he asked quietly, "Who are you Bella?" She arose and began to place dishes onto the trolley. "All will be revealed in due course. If you want to freshen-up there are several bathrooms scattered here and there, and after that go and relax. In the lounge he looked down at her panties that still remained where she had dropped them. He memorised the exact position of the tiny silk fabric before lifting it to his face. After inhaling the acrid essence he replaced it carefully back on the floor. Bella settled into her chair and glanced down at the green material. She smiled and said, "I don't know why you bothered, you'll be sniffing the real thing very shortly." "I'm not a pervert and I didn't touch them." "Yes you are, all men are perverts to one degree or another." She said, "I really like you Martin. We are worlds apart but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other. When you've learned more about me you'll know that it's pointless telling me fibs." She stretched out her long tanned legs and wriggled her bare toes. "Now then where were we? Oh yes, I was playing with my pussy and your cock was sticking up in the air, so get it out again." Martin muttered, "How romantic, shouldn't there be soft music playing?" "Did I mention romance? I said we were going to fuck, so how many times do you think you can do it?" He gave a short laugh. "My dear young lady, I may be in good shape for my age but I'm not a youth anymore so don't ask for miracles. And as I'd like it to be meaningful then probably only once. And by the way I'm not on Viagra." Bella smiled and arose from her chair. She withdrew her arm from the single sleeve and wriggled her body so that the dress slithered to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and stood naked with her legs astride and her fists on her hips. He had seen her naked before but again he marvelled at her magnificence. She was the perfect athlete and yet her lines were sleek and sensual. Although she was still smiling it seemed to be without humour and Martin felt a twinge of uneasiness. He hoped she was not going to do anything silly that might embarrass him. Cautiously he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Men playing with their cocks has always turned me on. I told you to get it out." Martin sighed and defiantly crossed his legs. In a calm voice he said, "My dear young lady, I am a man and you are a woman. I may be many years your senior and I know that the younger generation considers itself to be emancipated, but why don't you let me make love to you in the old fashioned way?" Her smile was still disconcerting especially when she said ominously, "I advise you not to mess with me. I'll count to three and if it's not out by then, I'll take it out." With a feeling of nervousness he uncrossed his legs and placed his hands on the chair arms in case he had to move quickly. He said appealingly, "Bella you are just being silly, why don't you sit down and let's just chat for a while?" She counted slowly, "One, two, three." The speed with which she moved took him by surprise and although his instinctive reaction was to cover his genital area, it was his feet that she grabbed and pulled. He slid from the chair with a bump and suddenly she was behind him. As he placed his hands on the floor to push away from her she seized both his arms and pulled them backwards. Holding his wrists together she tucked them behind one bent knee so that they were trapped between her calf and the back of her thigh. He was surprised to feel that her muscles were hard and unyielding. She dangled her arms casually over his shoulders and moved her face close to his ear to whisper, "You're not very good at self-defence are you." He felt the tip of her tongue snake into his ear. The sensation was pleasant but he jerked his head away and snapped, "No I am not and I've never found it necessary to study the art. Now please release my arms because you are being very childish." Bella chuckled and reached down for his zip. "Not until I've played with your most precious possession." Her hand searched inside his open fly and eased out his flaccid penis. "Oh dear, the poor thing seems to have fainted." She looked around the room and muttered thoughtfully, "Now let me see, I need to be inventive." Still holding his trapped hands behind her bent knee, she stretched her hand along the floor and gathered up her crumpled dress. With a few twists it became a thin rope and she wrapped it neatly around his wrists. "Versace Inc would have a blue fit if they could see what I've just done to one of their creations." She moved to the front of him and eased his back against the chair and then tugged down his trousers and underpants to expose his genitals. With a sigh of satisfaction she sat back on her haunches and said, "Things are going really well don't you think?" "No I bloody well don't. This is most humiliating and I'm pleading with you to show me some respect and untie my hands. "All in good time dear man. The first item of importance is to revive your plonker. You may carry on chatting if you wish but I might find it difficult to reply." His penis was still flaccid and she gathered it gently into the palm of one hand and lowered her head towards it. Martin closed his eyes and prepared to be uncooperative. She took it into her mouth with a sucking motion and as her tongue caressed the glans he could feel it begin to harden. He desperately wanted to remain unexcited but her soft lips moved up and down in short rhythmic strokes and he caught his breath at the delicious sensation. Within a few seconds his penis had stiffened and her insertions became deeper. She would first take it in to its fullest extent and pause and then withdraw it slowly. When it was fully exposed, her tongue would flick the tip of the purple glans and the effect of each touch was electrifying. He saw that she had one hand between her thighs and from the movement of her arm he could see she was pleasuring herself. He began to get close to an orgasm and warned breathlessly, "Be careful Bella," but she was aware of the situation. When she lifted her head he saw from her expression that she was extremely aroused. She moved quickly to straddle his body and then lowered her wet pussy onto his rigid shaft. She was breathing quickly and with her hands on his shoulders and her knees either side of him she began to thrust vigorously. Martin strained to release his hands from the binding around his wrists but they were held securely. Eventually the excitement of being raped became too much and he felt the tingling sensation begin. He blurted urgently, "Bella I'm going to come." She was also excited and her activity quickened. She was panting harshly through her open mouth and her eyes stared intensely. Then she gasped desperately, "I'm coming too." Martin had reached the point of no return and groaned aloud as his orgasm erupted. The delicious agony consumed him and his semen squirted into her with powerful spurts. Bella's thrusting became frenzied and as her own orgasm peaked she froze and her body stiffened. For a moment she ceased to breathe and then she uttered brief shrill cries and her stomach muscles knotted with each stabbing barb of ecstasy. For several seconds each was concerned with individual pleasure but gradually the frenzied activity lessened and they began to relax. When Martin's orgasm was finally spent, his head drooped with exhaustion. Bella's movements also slowed and when they ceased altogether she slumped forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder. He had experienced the most violent orgasm that he could remember and his body felt leaden. He eventually lifted his head to find Bella smiling and she moved her lips closer to brush them lightly against his. She murmured, "That was a nice fuck wasn't it? You obviously enjoy being dominated. Would you like me to spank your bottom?" "No I would not and I have absolutely no wish to be dominated. It just so happens that you are very good at giving blowjobs and I have a penchant for receiving them. Now please untie my hands so that I can restore some of my dishevelled dignity." Bella muttered, "Okay but you're no fun at all. It looks like I've purchased the whips and a mask for nothing." She reached behind to slip the bonds from his wrist and shook the material to unravel it. She held it at arm's length and sighed, "Oh well, that's fucked a thousand dollar dress." "Serves you right." Bella stood erect and hauled Martin to his feet. His trousers and underpants were around his ankles and he stepped out of them. She took his hand and said, "Come let's go and shower if I can remember where the nearest one is." When they were refreshed Bella led them back to the lounge. She had found dressing gowns for both of them and Martin settled into an armchair. She crossed to the drinks cabinet and said, "Name your poison; scotch, vodka, brandy....?" "Scotch and a little water please." "Chivas okay?" "Sure," and then, "is that Chivas twenty five you're about to pour?" "Yes why?" "At three hundred dollars a bottle, forget the water." Bella laughed and poured herself straight vodka. She handed him the crystal glass and settled in the chair opposite. He raised his glass to eye level and assessed the contents with, "You are exceedingly generous with your measures." "That's because you might need it shortly." Martin felt disturbed by her remark and tried to voice a calm tone when he enquired, "Why would that be?" "Because it's tell-the-truth time." He lowered his glass and waited for her to continue. "You want to know who I am and why I am here. Well I represent a pest control agency." Martin blinked with surprise and echoed, "A pest control agency? I expected something more romantic and exciting. Something to do with the film industry or perhaps that you are an uncover news reporter. What on earth are you doing here? There are plenty of pest control agencies in this country and my God they certainly need them." "I destroy specific pests." Her large eyes bored unwaveringly into his before she added, "Bidaya's partner was a pest, as is Bidaya himself." Martin stared at her uncomprehendingly and the seconds ticked by in silence. What she had just said made no sense. Eventually he asked quietly, "What the hell are you talking about?" Her face displayed no emotion when she replied, "I killed Bidaya's partner and some other men since then, not that the others were particularly important although I did kill them for a reason." She gazed at him in silence before she continued, "I'm an assassin and I'm here to kill Bidaya, and that's why I need your help." Martin's senses froze as he tried to understand the significance of her statement. Was she joking? Then he thought about her unusual strength and agility and remembered the knife. He recalled again her constant requests for him to arrange a meeting with Bidaya. Dark grotesque images tumbled sluggishly through his imagination. But it all seemed unreal and he felt foolish when he eventually whispered, "An assassin? You actually kill people?" Bella remained silent and his realisation that she was serious shocked him. He felt something wet on his leg and looked down. His glass had tipped and spilled some of the expensive liquid onto his thigh. He raised it to his mouth and emptied the contents with one swallow and then held out the glass for more. Bella took it to the drinks cabinet and this time filled it nearly to the rim. He immediately removed half of it in a single gulp. Although he had drunk most of a bottle of wine and a considerable amount of whisky he had never felt more sober. He looked at the girl sitting opposite with her tousled short hair and large dark eyes that gave her such captivating charm and she had never looked more beautiful. But her eyes seemed sad as she returned his gaze. She broke the silence with, "I can imagine how shocked you are and how repulsed you must be by my confession, but will you allow me to elaborate?" He could only nod his head. "I am twenty-one years of age but I'm not an ordinary person and that has nothing to do with what I have just told you. I have an IQ of one ninety. I speak several languages and can become fluent in another without difficulty. I have total recall and by that I mean I can scan one hundred thousand words in about twenty minutes and remember every one of them. She paused again before continuing, "I am classed as a genius although sadly I don't use my gift for the benefit of science, medicine or the arts. I have received extra-special training in the art of killing and I can extinguish a life in many different ways, with or without a weapon. I'm not proud of my profession but I've convinced myself that what I do is, in a somewhat obscure way, of benefit to the civilized world more or less." She lifted her glass and drank from it but when she lowered it her eyes seemed tearful. Martin could see that she was struggling emotionally and suddenly she was a young girl in need of solace. He was unable to resist and crossed the space between them. She accepted his open arms and rested her forehead on his shoulder. They hugged in silence for a while until Martin said, "How did all this happen?" Bella lifted her head and asked, "Do you really want to hear the whole story?" Martin returned to his chair and answered, "Of course I do." She said doubtfully, "Well I don't think you're going to like it." "Christ, can it get any worse?" Bella nodded her head very slowly and he groaned, "Oh God." She took a breath and said, "My mother disappeared when I was very young and left me with my father and his brother. They both abused me sexually from about the age of five. Most of my early education came from watching TV documentaries and I had no idea that I was different from other kids because I wasn't allowed to mix with any. I was eight when I took myself to a school and it was then that I discovered that other children my age seemed to be like a different species. I won't disgust you by describing some of the things my father and uncle did to me but then I discovered that they were exchanging photos of me on the Internet. Can you imagine my humiliation when I saw that they were sharing me with other sick bastards?" She paused and murmured, "And this is the bit you won't like." She took a sip of vodka and said quietly, "On my ninth birthday I took a knife and stabbed them both to death while they slept." She looked searchingly at him for condemnation but his face registered no expression. She waited for him to say something and when he did it surprised her. Martin's heart was racing and he could feel his armpits sweating profusely. A pulse in his temple was pounding and he wondered if it was visible to her. But he was amazed how calm his voice sounded when he said, "Good for you, so what happened next?" It seemed to relax her and she continued, "I went to the police station and told them what I had done. I was taken to a hospital and they did lots of tests and informed me that I would never be a mother. They were actually nice people and very sympathetic but they kept me isolated for weeks. Of course they discovered that I was a brain freak. Then one day a women turned up and conned me into thinking that either I would spend the rest of my life in prison or I could go somewhere with her. So I went somewhere with her." Martin appeared to be calm and attentive so she carried on. "For ten years I received an education that is beyond your comprehension and you would find it difficult to broach a subject about which I do not have a reasonable knowledge. But their sole purpose was to turn me into a killing machine and that is what I am. If you were to lock me in a room with three men and none of us were armed in a fight to the death, when you eventually open the door I will be the only one to walk out alive." Martin exhibited no emotion so she sipped her vodka and continued. "The agency that I represent is called Trove and the individual letters stand for, "The Removal of Vermin Expedited." It's a secret international organisation founded by people with unlimited wealth who have taken the law into their own hands. They target human traffickers, drug barons, paedophiles, crime syndicates and even the Mafia. Wherever there is a nuisance who needs to be removed and the police or the government are hamstringed by the law, they send someone like me to deal with it. They are totally ruthless and they've never heard of human rights. There is no place or anyone in the world beyond their reach." She waited for a reaction but Martin was sitting impassively so she asked cautiously, "Are you okay?" He took a long deep breath before he answered, "I am in shock but what did you expect? You are a very frightening person." "You have nothing to fear from me, I am interested only in Bidaya. The Agency was dubious about assigning me because they thought I might become emotionally involved as a result of my own childhood abuse, so I need to be professional. I've already made one mistake by eliminating his partner first and now Bidaya's surrounded himself with armed men and his premises are well guarded. I've been conducting a war of attrition in the hope of flushing him out but it hasn't worked. His building has a weakness and I can get in but I need to know what's facing me inside. That's why I want you to get me in there." She crossed to a bureau and removed an envelope from a drawer. She handed it to him with, "This is for you." He took out the cheque and stared at it. When he raised his eyes he looked bewildered. "Is this a joke?" "No it isn't. The Agency is providing more than enough to compensate you for the loss of Bidaya's business, or in the worst scenario if you have to leave town." Martin looked startled and echoed, "Have to leave town? Why on earth would that be necessary?" "If it all goes wrong Bidaya might be very pissed off with you." "Fucking hell, I don't want to be involved in this. It's been really nice knowing you but let's forget we ever met and I'll go back to selling insurance the only way I know how." Bella's face was expressionless when she said quietly, "I'm sorry Martin but you don't have a choice." He returned her gaze and the fear in his eyes was there for her to see. He was feeling sick when he asked, "Are you threatening me?" She replied calmly, "I'm just trying to convince you that you can't mess with the Agency. They know more about you than you know about yourself. Please try to understand that you are a key player because the easiest means of gaining access to Bidaya's premises is to be invited by him and that's why I'm asking you to arrange it. I have to get inside to see what will be facing me and to make sure that any children in there come to no harm if it starts getting messy." There was silence until Bella said, "I like you Martin and I don't want you to get hurt," and then she added ominously, "but if you don't co-operate, the Agency will send someone who will be more persuasive." Martin's insides lurched as he realised the implication of her statement and dropped his head into his hands. Neither spoke until he muttered resignedly, "So heads I'm fucked and tails I'm fucked." "You'll have to trust me." After a long silence Martin said wearily, "Okay I'll phone him in the morning." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It was just after sunset when Prasong Bidaya replaced the telephone and leaned back in his chair. So the English woman had arrived and she and her car had been searched at the gate. At least she would provide some light relief from the chaos of the past few days. He had no idea who was doing the killing but it was undermining his authority and his men were getting impatient for him to stop it. He had halted the next delivery of children until the situation was under control. Standing one hundred and eighty centimetres tall he was a big man for an Asian. He led by fear and several men no longer existed because they had opposed him. Taking a life meant little to him and if necessary he would kill one of his own men if it ensured that the others obeyed him without hesitation. At the tap on his door he growled, "Come," and the guard pushed it open and stepped to one side. She was wearing a white lapelled cotton dress open at the neck and she had a good figure but wore no makeup. Her short dark hair was parted to one side in a boyish stile and the spectacles gave her an austere appearance. He estimated her age to be approaching thirty. He stepped around his desk and took her offered hand. He continued to hold her hand as he said in his own language, "How nice of my good friend Martin to send you. What is your name please?" She attempted to tug her hand away but he held on to it. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry but I speak only English and a little bit of French. Do you speak English?" "Of course. I said how nice it is of my friend Martin to send someone so charming to brighten my day. What is your name please?" "Miss Henderson, Rebecca Henderson." He released her hand and waved her to the seat opposite his desk. She sat down with her legs together and carefully tugged down her dress to cover her knees. He stood beside her until she was seated and stared down at the gap between her full breasts. She became conscious of his gaze and lifted her hand primly to cover her cleavage before looking up at him with a hesitant smile. He returned to his seat with the satisfaction that he was making her nervous. It gave him pleasure that females were frightened of him and he extracted the most sexual gratification when he could humiliate them and inflict pain. The European women that he had fucked had all been prostitutes but English women had a reputation for being without passion. He wondered if it was true and as he stared at her he imagined her spread naked and helpless beneath him. He became aware that she was waiting for him to speak and said, "Miss Henderson? So you are a single lady. Have you no man?" She looked surprised at his question and replied, "I have a fiancé in England." "A fiancé? What does that mean?" "A fiancé is a person to whom I am promised. We have known each other since childhood and plan to get married in a year or two." She lifted her briefcase and attempted to change the subject with, "Now Mister Bidaya may we talk about your insurances?" He ignored her question and continued, "You have known him since childhood? That doesn't sound very romantic, are you lovers or just friends?" Her embarrassment as she struggled for a reply gave him satisfaction. "We are a couple and always have been. We get on well together and we will be a good partnership I am sure. Now may we please talk about your insurances?" "What is his line of business?" Her frustration at his persistence was amusing as he waited for her to answer. "He works for a charity that deals with the affairs of elderly people. Mister Bidaya, I'm sure none of this is of great interest to you." "Do you have sex with him?" Her mouth opened and she gasped in disbelief, "Really Sir, I am shocked by your question and I am not used to being asked these personal things. That is a private matter and in England we do not discuss such affairs. My fiancé is of the opinion that sex between consenting adults should be after marriage and I firmly agree with him. Now please may we change the subject?" So she was a virgin and it was her fiancé who was holding back. He sounded like a religious nut or perhaps gay or maybe he just couldn't get it up. She was probably desperate to be fucked whether married or not and he wondered how often she masturbated. He pictured her with her legs spread wide and gasping with ecstasy as she brought herself to a climax. He leaned forward and said, "Okay Miss Henderson I apologise if I have embarrassed you. In this country sex is part of our culture and we discuss it freely. Please carry on; what would you like to know?" She was visibly relieved and said, "Now then, I understand that you are registered as an orphanage and I presume that the orphans are housed within these premises. You will certainly have nurses or other staff who care for the children's welfare and therefore may I suggest an overall health package to cover them? That way if any become sick and you are forced to hire from an agency, your costs would be covered." He sat back and furrowed his brow in thought. "That is certainly a sensible suggestion except that we are without residents at the moment. We are about to do extensive improvements to the facilities and while that work is being completed the children have been moved to another establishment. As a result the nursing personnel have been temporarily dispensed with." "So there are no children on the premises?" "Not at the moment." She looked disappointed and lifted another file from her case. "Perhaps then we could talk about your personal insurance. Do you have health cover? I'm not suggesting that you could get sick because you look as if you are in exceptionally good condition. But one never knows and I've produced some figures that might interest you." She placed the file on the desk and turned it towards him. He turned the file back again and rose from his seat. "Let me come around to your side and then we can look at the figures together." He moved around the desk until he was looking down at her. Again she became conscious of her cleavage and lifted her hand to conceal it. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Miss Henderson why are you so worried that I will look at your breasts? You have a fine bosom and it should be displayed for the world to see not hidden away." He reached down and flipped open the top button of her dress. She squeaked in panic and tried to rise but he pressed her into the seat. His hand slid between her breasts and eased her brassier down so that her breasts were fully exposed. She squealed, "Mister Bidaya what are you doing? I am begging you to stop; I have a fiancé." He ignored

her desperate plea and cupped his hand around her right breast. He was surprised how firm it was and also by the hardness of her nipple. He moved his hand so that his palm gently caressed the tip of it and as he did so he heard her gasp. She was gripping his wrist and trying to prise his hand from her breast but he resisted her easily. As he continued to caress her nipple he saw her close her eyes. She was panting quickly through an open mouth and he wondered if it was from her efforts or from excitement. Then he felt her hands relaxing from around his wrist and sensed that she was melting. He quickly dropped to one knee and reached for the hem of her dress. Her legs were pressed tightly together but he pulled back her dress to expose her thighs. As he did so she pleaded breathlessly, "Oh please Mister Bidaya, I'm imploring you to stop," but he ignored her and forced his hand between her knees. Her eyes were still closed and as he moved his hand towards her crotch she gasped, "Oh please don't." His fingertips reached the front of her panties and he probed gently through the silky material for her slit. Immediately he touched the soft depression she gave a tiny squeak and reached up with one hand to clutch at a naked breast. Her legs opened wider and he slipped his hand under her panties. He was about to slide his fingers into her crevice when suddenly she jerked upright and cried out, "My God what am I doing?" Before he could grab her she had rolled sideways from the chair. By the time he climbed to his feet she was at the other side of the desk. She was looking distraught and pleaded desperately, "Mister Bidaya you must give me a chance to compose myself. I'm not used to this behaviour and I need time to think. Please allow me to go to a bathroom." He had no intention of chasing her around the desk and if she had melted once she would do so again. "Of course you may Miss Henderson. There is one just along the corridor and another in the hallway downstairs." She had lost one shoe in her panic but left it where it was as she skirted her way warily around him and made for the door. Once outside she turned to the right but stopped when she saw the guard leaning against the wall. Her dress was still unbuttoned and the guard grinned when he saw her dishevelled appearance and her one bare foot. As she turned towards the stairway he shouted loudly and by the time she had reached the bottom stair, men were appearing in the hallway. They were laughing as she limped past them and after trying three doors in vain she finally disappeared into a toilet. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Bella adjusted her clothing and assessed all that she had observed so far. Six men had appeared in the hallway and three of them were wearing side arms. The guard upstairs was also armed and the one outside the building had a fully-automatic assault rifle. The guards she had killed days before had both been in possession of a similar weapon so it was probably the only one they possessed and carried only when patrolling the premises. The guard by the main gate had an AK-47 but she would deal with him separately. There were two chefs in the kitchen but it was unlikely that either had a weapon. Finally, Bidaya had not been visibly armed although he would certainly have a firearm within reach. It was reasonable to assume that she had seen the entire complement of both men and weaponry. There were seven doors on the upstairs landing including Bidaya's office and he had told her that one of them was a bathroom. She assumed that the other five were bedrooms and all of the doors were in a straight run away from the staircase. The staircase had eighteen steps and the length of the hallway was twenty-one metres. Four men including the three that were armed had come from one room and the remaining two had exited from a separate door and both were holding pool cues. The remaining three rooms that she had opened when appearing to search for the toilet had all been in darkness. The telephone line was easily accessible and she had already located where the power supply entered the building. It was possible that there was a generator in a cellar somewhere but it would take time to be started. There was no choice but to believe Bidaya when he said there were no children on the premises and from her observations up to that point it appeared to be true. She removed her odd shoe and after gazing steadily at her reflection in the mirror for several seconds she said quietly, "Okay Bella, it's time to go to work." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The men were still waiting as the girl left the bathroom and walked bare-footed to the stairway. Several were sniggering and one of them said, "I'll bet he's had his fingers in her cunt." When she arrived back outside Bidaya's office she pushed the door open cautiously and saw that he was sitting behind his desk with her shoe in front of him. He was looking smug as he said, "I hope you are refreshed Miss Henderson. I apologise for my clumsy advances but I sensed that you were enjoying it and I would like the opportunity to show you more respect. Will you visit me again?" She reached cautiously for her shoe and snatched it from his desk. "I am very upset and you should be ashamed to have treated me so crudely. You behaved like an animal." He raised his hand in an apologetic gesture. She seemed reluctant to continue but then added, "Shameful though it is for me to admit, I did experience arousal from your touch and I will consider another visit. But now you must allow me to leave." "Of course and I look forward to the next occasion." She stepped into her shoes and picked up the brief case. As he rose from his desk she held up her hand and said, "Please remain where you are, I will see myself out." The guard closed the gate and before returning to his hut he watched the car turn right at the intersection. Three hundred metres along the road the car pulled into a lay-by and its lights were extinguished. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Bella threw the sacking over the glass shards on the top of the wall and hauled herself over it. The tree was close by and she retrieved the knapsack from its branches and removed the contents. The guard was reading and looked up in surprise when the black figure entered the hut. Before he could react, the tungsten spike was driven down through the top of his skull and the sharp crack echoed within the confined of the hut. Bella removed the magazine from the AK-47 and pulled back and released the charging handle three times before replacing it. The magazine contained the full thirty rounds. She stamped on his cell phone and then reached up to smash the lamp in the roof before stepping out of the hut. The telephone landline was strung across three poles and she climbed the furthest from the house. The line trailed to the ground when she snipped through it. She moved swiftly to the rear of the building using the cover of the trees and observed the guard lounging outside the front door. The power junction box was close to the kitchen door and despite her black body suit she knew she would have to work quickly when exposed in the floodlighting. She sprinted to the junction box. Holding a slim pencil flashlight in her mouth she jemmied the door and it pinged quietly open. She pulled on protective gloves and scraped sufficient insulation from the live and neutral wires of the supply cable to expose two areas four centimetres apart. She attached the crocodile clips from the cell phone signal-jammer. She took cutters from the knapsack and turned her head away. A blue-white flash crackled inside the box when she severed the load cable and the floodlighting went out. She waited for the sparks to subside and then checked that the signal-jammer was working and closed the door. Back in the trees she slipped a night-vision monocular over her head and tightened the strap. It would give her a major advantage in darkness. She took four limpet mines from the sack and synchronised each one with her mental clock. She set all of them for twenty minutes and moved swiftly around the building. At four separate places she peeled the protective backing from a limpet and pressed it to the second course of bricks. She returned to her knapsack and fitted the suppressor to her Glock and put a second magazine in her pocket. She looked down at the AK-47 and wondered if she needed it. In terms of precision execution it was a blunderbuss so why was she even considering it? Grigor would have slapped her face and told her she had more than enough rounds, so just make sure they all counted. She left the rifle where it lay and sprinted to the kitchen door. Two minutes and four seconds had already elapsed. Because of the heat in the kitchen the door was never closed and she stepped inside. Without electric lighting the area was still illuminated by gas burners and twice her Glock coughed politely as she shot the chef in his right temple and the commis chef through the back of his head. She anticipated that the monocular would not be necessary in the main hall and lifted it from her eye. As she stepped through the service door, flames from several cigarette lighters cast a yellow glow as men milled in confusion. All six were together in a group and in the flickering light it was difficult to recognise which three had the firearms. She was eight metres away but she spotted one armed man immediately and dropped him with a shot to the centre chest. She then moved sharply four steps to her left. In the four seconds it took for the remaining five to realise that a shot had been fired she spotted another armed man standing side-on and the Glock coughed again as she put a single round through his head. With the powder flash having exposed her position again, she crouched low and moved smartly four steps back to the right. It was essential that she got the third man before he could discharge his gun and with the lighters having been hurriedly extinguished she pulled the monocular down over her left eye. In the silvery green image she saw her target drawing his pistol and looking in the direction of the second flash. She shot him through the head before his gun arm was fully raised and the weapon tumbled to the carpet. Four minutes and twenty-three seconds had now passed and five men had been eliminated without audible gunfire. The remaining three men were shouting in panic but despite the acrid smell of burnt gasses from the Glock, it was unlikely that anyone upstairs or in other parts of the house was aware of the ongoing slaughter. She could hear Bidaya bellowing from his room for someone to start the generator and turned her attention to the three men still remaining. One had made it to the front door and was groping in the dark for the handle. Another was on his hands and knees and crawling in the direction of the pool room. She heard a click from the toilet door as the third man locked himself inside. The man at the front door was nearly twenty metres away and she dropped to one knee while gripping the Glock two handed with her elbow firmly on the raised knee to steady her aim. He fell forward and slid slowly down the door when she put a single round through the back of his head. Her view of the crawling man was only his butt, so she stepped quickly towards him and looking down finished him with a shot through the head from close range. The man in the toilet was a problem. There were three rounds left in the magazine and she needed to see her target to be sure of despatching him efficiently. To blaze away through a closed door in the hope of success left too much to doubt and it was unprofessional. Every man left alive was a threat to the completion of her assignment and had to be eliminated. Then she heard the front door opening. The guard who had been patrolling outside was trying to enter but the body slumped at the foot of the door was preventing him from doing so. Bella was well aware of the XM8 in his possession and the danger it presented if he started spraying it around. But she also wanted him to come inside rather than run off somewhere on the loose. He had succeeded in squeezing through the available gap but the bad news was that he had a flashlight. He was gaping in bewilderment as he shone a cone of light over the bodies. Apart from the confused shouting, the executions had been carried out in relative silence but now she could not avoid making a noise. She moved swiftly to the toilet door and kicked hard with the sole of her foot. Through the jagged hole she created she pumped a single round into the chest of the man cowering inside. She turned her attention to the guard and he was in the act of directing his flashlight in the direction of the wood splintering sound. As his flashlight illuminated her an explosion of brilliance flared in the monocular. The vision in her left eye became a glowing white disk as the magnified light burned itself onto her retina. Now she was also in the dark. The guard's flashlight fell to the floor as he grabbed his firearm and Bella rolled quickly to the right. There was no time to switch the lens to her right eye so she flattened herself to the carpet. In the dark she needed him to expose his position and he did so when his weapon erupted with a deafening clatter. The room flickered in the light of fire spurting from the barrel and her target was clearly illuminated. She squeezed off two rounds and plaster cascaded from the ceiling as he fell backwards still gripping the trigger. The only sound that remained was the ringing in her ears. Two men still remained alive and one of them was her ultimate target. The gunfire had destroyed her advantage of surprise so there was no longer any need for stealth. It was time to hunt down her quarry and complete her assignment and there remained thirteen minutes and six seconds in which to do it. She dropped the empty cartridge from the Glock and snapped in the full one. The silencer was now unnecessary and she removed it. The sight in her left eye was slowly returning but it was still obscured by a faint blur. Waiting for it to clear would waste precious time so she switched the monocular to her right eye. She climbed the stairs carefully but in the eerie silence every creak was like a pistol shot. Near the top she flattened herself to the last few stairs and peered cautiously along the landing. All of the doors were closed. It was unlikely that Bidaya had left his office to hide somewhere else but there was one certain way to be sure. His door was the first one and the handle was on the side furthest from her. She crawled swiftly past the door and then reached for the handle and twisted it quickly. It was locked and as he would not have locked it after leaving he had to be inside. No shots had been fired in panic when she had tried the handle so it was possible that the guard was holed up in another room. There were now eleven minutes and twelve seconds remaining. Kicking the door in was not a problem and she could demolish a brick wall if necessary, but it would frame her briefly in the doorway. Even in total darkness Bidaya would know where the door opening was and the probability of being hit was too high a risk. There was no choice but to shoot the catch off. She still had the mini-torch but the light from it would have shone through the door crevices like a beacon. Keeping her body away from the door she moved her head level with the handle and peered through the gap between the door and the frame. In the monocular lens she could see the catch and placed the tip of her left forefinger to mark its position. Then she put the gun muzzle on her fingertip and slid her finger away. With the discharge blocked there would be a violent recoil so she held the pistol loosely and winced in anticipation. When she squeezed the trigger the silence was shattered by the ear piercing crack and the Glock catapulted from her hand and hit the wall behind her. The door opened but the hail of bullets that smashed into it caused it to swing close again. She wondered if her wrist was broken and gingerly flexed her fingers. She was relieved to feel that it was still intact although a dull pain in her forearm indicated that the tendons had been stretched to the limit. She had counted seven shots and they were from two separate guns so the guard was also in there. One of them was the unmistakable yap of a Norinco nineteen-eleven and that was the gun she had seen in the guard's holster when she first left Bidaya's room. He had fired four of the shots which meant he had three rounds remaining. The other gun sounded like a Beretta M9 and if he was using a standard magazine Bidaya had twelve rounds left. Her pistol was lying behind her and she rolled past the door and retrieved it. She flexed her right trigger finger and it felt stiff from the recoil. That was of no great concern because she was equally proficient with both hands but it meant that if she was going into the room with the gun in her left hand she needed to stay to the right of the door. With her left foot she kicked the door wide and stepped away from it. Five more bullets hit the wall behind her in rapid succession and two of them were from the Norinco. The guard had one round remaining. Her left eye had cleared completely but she left the monocular over her right eye and tightened the strap. She always felt more comfortable when it was over the eye opposite to her gun hand. The time was down to six minutes and fourteen seconds but she had her plan. After a slow deep breath she silently mouthed, "Here I go." She entered the room crouching low and at a run. The position of every piece of furniture had been memorised and she wanted to be close to the table where she had seen a bottle and glasses. She knew both men would be behind the heavy desk because there was nowhere else for them to hide. The obvious place for each would be behind one of the separate drawer pedestals. She fired a single shot on the run to keep their heads down and then launched herself in a dive to the right and flattened herself to the carpet. She finished in the perfect position and the small table was directly above her. She reached up and removed the bottle. In the tense silence that followed she waited twenty valuable seconds to stretch their nerves to the limit, and then tossed the bottle through the gap under the centre of the desk. When it clattered through to the other side the result was inevitable. To the men something almost certainly dangerous had arrived and their instinctive reaction was to back away from it. Bella was at forty-five degrees to the desk and when the guard lurched back in panic she had a clear view of him. She fired twice into his upper body and he slumped onto his back and remained motionless. Although she had no doubt that Bidaya would also have jumped back in alarm he was still hidden from sight. Just four minutes and eighteen seconds were remaining. Keeping low she moved silently forward until she reached the front right of the desk and crouched on one knee. In the local language she said, "Hello Mister Bidaya, this is Miss Henderson and I've come to continue where we left off." Until that moment he would not have known the identity of his assailant and her purpose was to disorientate him with the shocking realisation. The most strategic position is to be behind a quarry so she moved silently across to the other end of the desk and around to his side. In the lens she saw him on his knees staring blindly in the dark towards the direction that he had last heard her voice. A kill must always be effected without hesitation when a clear opportunity is presented, but for the first time she disobeyed that rule. His gun arm was extended ready to fire and her foot lashed into it above the elbow. His pistol disappeared into the darkness and clattered against a wall. Her stiffened left hand chopped into the side of his neck and he fell to his right. With her full weight she put her right knee into the small of his back and levered up his right arm beyond its maximum elevation. He screamed in agony when the tendons snapped as it was ripped from its socket. She spoke quietly. "Before I put an end to your evil life I just want you to know that I have taken a personal dislike to you and obliterating your existence will give me great satisfaction. Maybe it's the knowledge that you have destroyed the lives of many children when I can't have any of my own. Whatever the reason it really doesn't matter." His muffled voice pleaded, "I can make you rich just tell me how much you want?" "Unfortunately you won't live long enough to discover that I have already hacked your bank accounts and drained them into mine." With venom in her voice she spat, "It would give me malicious pleasure to stay and inflict more pain upon you but sadly there isn't enough time." She stepped back and squeezed the trigger twice. As she strode towards the cover of the trees, the clock in her head continued to tick and she murmured, "Three, two, one, bang." The flashes from behind cast a long shadow of her and a millisecond later the silence was rent as four mines detonated in unison. Each one had been placed at the foot of a load bearing wall and she turned to watch the house slowly collapse inwards. As the gas main ignited, a yellow flame leapt above the dust cloud and illuminated her expressionless face. She turned and disappeared into the darkness. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Martin opened his door of his apartment and Bella stepped past him with, "Pour me a large vodka Darling I'm going to take a shower." As she walked away he enquired, "What did he say when you saw him?" "He offered to make me rich." Martin poured the vodka and placed the glass on a side table. He thought for a moment and then tipped some whisky into a glass for himself. He walked to the bathroom door carrying his glass and raised his voice above the hiss of the shower. "Why did he say that?" "I think it was because he wanted to stay alive." "And is he still alive?" "No." He froze and stood motionless. His hand clenched tightly around the glass and he raised it to his lips to gulp down some of the scotch. He returned to the lounge and sat down slowly. When Bella came in he was staring into space without expression. A towel was wrapped around her when she settled into the sofa opposite him. She reached for the vodka and a third of it disappeared with one swallow before she sighed and said, "Now I feel better." Then with an impish smile, "As I am naked under this towel it would be fun if you came over here and did naughty things to me." Martin stared at her in disbelief and gasped, "Are you asking me to make love to you when you've just killed a man?" "Several actually." "You killed others as well? Jesus Christ I'm sorry but I can't handle this. I'm just an ordinary guy living in an ordinary world but you don't come from this planet. You're a beautiful sexy girl but I couldn't get it up right now if you pumped me full of Viagra. You scare the shit out of me, but what frightens me most is that I am now an accessory to fucking murder." Bella gazed at him with a calm expression and replied, "In the first place they weren't murders they were executions. And secondly the trail is cold and you know nothing about it. I'm sorry that you've lost a client but you can keep all the money." She took another sip from her glass before continuing, "Let me explain something to you. There are two of me. This is the real me and the one that disposed of Bidaya and his merry men was the other me. The other me doesn't love and doesn't hate and has no soul; she is just a machine that has been programmed to kill without emotion or fear. Each me is an entirely separate entity and they are never in this body at the same time. The real me needs to be loved just like any female. Please Martin I've had a hard day's night and I desperately need someone to love me." Martin's mind was churning in confusion because he became aware that the bizarre situation was thrilling him. He was in the company of a beautiful young female who was appealing for his affection, and yet she was a cold blooded killer. He was frightened of her but at the same time she excited him. He arose from his chair and crossed over to hers. As he settled beside her she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his head so that their lips were close. She murmured, "Forget about the other me, she's gone back to Hades and she won't disturb us." Her mouth closed over his and as she kissed him she dropped the towel from her breasts. She drew back far enough to whisper, "I love having my tits played with." He raised his hand to gently cup a breast and her nipple was a firm protrusion pressing into the palm of his hand. He caressed it gently and she gave a tiny gasp. A beautiful girl who was capable of killing him with her bare hands was sexually aroused by his touch. She leaned further back and it was an invitation to nuzzle her breasts. He took each hard nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking and gently nipping with his teeth and she breathed, "That feels nice." The towel was across her lap and he tossed it away and placed a hand on her thigh. Her legs opened invitingly and his fingers crept upwards and gently twirled in her pubic hair. The scent of bath oil was mixing with the acrid aroma that was arising from her impatient vagina and he greedily sucked in the animal smell. He felt her hand pull at his zip and delve inside and she withdrew his stiffened penis. Her thighs opened wider and she moved her hips impatiently as she waited for him to caress her tingling crevice, but he continued to move his fingers around it. He looked down and her engorged vaginal lips were protruding with excitement. She muttered, "If you don't stop teasing me and stick your fingers in my cunt soon I'm going to rip your dick out by its roots." He decided not to test her threat and slid his finger into the sopping folds and searched for the sensitive spot. He found the tiny rough area on her vaginal wall and caressed it gently with the tip of his forefinger. She reacted instantly and arched backwards with a groaning, "Oh yes." He continued to finger the spot and bent his head so he could suck a nipple at the same time. Bella was squirming in ecstasy and released his penis to clutch his wrist with both hands. Her voice was uneven as she pleaded desperately, "Don't make me come, I don't want to come yet," and then in a shriller tone, "Oh fuck it's too late so don't you dare stop." From the back of her throat came a desperate moan and Martin felt her drenched hole tighten on his finger as her body jerked and twisted with delicious agony. Her orgasm lasted several seconds but eventually she slumped limply in the chair. Martin withdrew his finger carefully and as he did so Bella lifted it to her lips and sucked the stickiness from it. Her eyes were heavy and black when she said softly, "You certainly know your way around a girl's pussy. You must have had a good education." "My wife was born in this country." His answer was sufficient and she gave a satisfied nod. She had recovered her composure and announced, "One of us seems to have too many clothes on so kindly remove all of yours." He stripped quickly and Bella got on her knees and shuffled between his legs. He still had an erection and she surveyed it admiringly. "You certainly weren't at the back of the queue when they were handing these out." Martin closed his eyes as her tongue slithered down and around his stiff organ and the situation quickly became critical. Bella was aware of it and lifted her head to say, "Okay the choice is yours; missionary, doggy, up against the wall, you name it." He replied in a calm voice, "I'd like to rape you." Bella blinked in surprise and Martin saw that for the first time she was lost for a reply. Eventually she said, "Do you think I will let you?" "I was hoping you might co-operate and promise not to kill me." In a chiding tone she said, "So rape is your fantasy you naughty man." Martin replied indignantly, "No it isn't, but you raped me and I'd like to get even." She stared at him in silence for several seconds, and then her expression slowly changed from confident to one of apprehension. From her kneeling position she sat down on her bottom and began to shuffle away from him. Her voice was tremulous when she whimpered, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'd like to go home now, please let me go home?" Martin climbed to his feet and stood over her. She was cowering away from him so convincingly that for the first time he felt in control. He put a snarl into his voice and growled, "Open your legs and show me your cunt." She was still shuffling backwards with her knees pressed tightly together and pleaded, "I don't want to and please don't hurt me. Let me go home and I won't tell anybody about this." Martin was beginning to enjoy himself and knelt in front of her. This time his voice was menacing when he said, "I told you to open your fucking legs so open them." She continued to back away from him until she came up against the other sofa and could go no further. Her knees were still pressed tightly together as she whined, "I thought you were a nice man, why are you being so horrible?" Martin reached forward and put his hands between her knees and forced her thighs open. She squealed and cried, "What are you doing, please stop." He was now really into it and snarled, "I'm going to lick your cunt you pathetic sad bitch." She was trembling uncontrollably and sobbed, "Please don't, I've never let a man touch me there I've always been a good girl." Martin pushed her thighs further apart and lowered his mouth to her closed slit. At the first touch of his tongue she gave a sharp cry and squealed, "Please stop, you shouldn't be doing this." With his fingers either side he stretched her slit wide and pushed his tongue deep into the soft pink crease. Almost at once he felt her juices flow but she continued to gabble, "Please stop this is so wrong." When he flicked her clitoris with his tongue she jumped and gave a tiny shriek. He caressed it with the tip of his tongue again and suddenly she clasped his head with both hands. He became aware that she was no longer asking him to stop. By now he was desperate to fuck her and rose to his knees. He held his throbbing penis towards her in a threatening gesture and growled, "Guess where I'm going to put this?" Her eyes opened wide in horror and she gasped, "Oh no it's much too big and it will hurt me. I'm a virgin so please be careful." Martin was now completely into the roll-play and the fact that she had asked him to be careful rather than stop altogether convinced him that she really wanted to be fucked. When he attempted to climb on top of her she put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. It was time for brute strength so he seized her hands and forced them to her sides. He now had her at his mercy and as he pushed his penis deep inside her he found it surprisingly wet and receptive. As he began to pound his cock into her she cried, "Oh God you're really doing it to me." He was so excited he knew it was going to be a quick orgasm so he let go of her hands and grabbed her body to him tightly. As he drove his rigid staff into her with vigorous thrusts she was begging pitifully, "Please stop it's so wrong, I've never done anything like this before," but when his thrusting became so violent that he exited completely, her hand immediately grabbed his penis and pushed it back in again. Suddenly her legs and arms wrapped around him and her fingers gouged into his back. She gave a shrill cry and her pelvis jerked convulsively. The excitement of her coming even though she was being raped was too much for Martin and he climaxed immediately. As he ejaculated he could hear himself snarling like an animal. He was also conscious of a sharp pain in his shoulder. Finally his orgasm subsided and he rolled down to the floor and onto his back. He was still panting heavily when Bella slid down beside him. She whispered, "That was exciting wasn't it. I don't know why women complain about it, I think being raped is fun." He turned to her and replied, "You're such a good actress I was convinced that I was actually raping you. Did you honestly enjoy it?" "Didn't you feel me come? That wasn't acting and you really turned me on. Incidentally your shoulder is bleeding and I'm sorry about that but you got me so excited I was a bit too passionate." Martin became aware of the pain and squinted sideways. "You spiteful bitch I can see your teeth marks." Bella giggled and climbed on top on him. She first kissed his wound and then his lips and said, "That was a just love bite you big baby. You should be proud that you got me so excited." An hour later Bella put her arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes. As she kissed him she murmured, "I want to come and see you again so please don't forget about me." "Forget about you? How could I ever forget you? You are the most unforgettable person in the whole world." He waited until she waved as the lift doors closed. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The morning was grey and drizzly as Bella walked along Lombard Street and turned into the bank entrance. The door at the far end of the hall was marked, "Staff only," and the lock clicked open when she swiped her card. The corridor was quiet as she made her way to the private lift and pressed the button. When the lift opened at the basement level she walked the few paces to the heavy oak door and pressed her right palm against the scanner. She waited the few seconds for the scanner to blink green and pushed the door open. Miss Davies was wearing the same blue dress and her hair was dragged behind in the usual bun. Without looking away from her computer screen she said, "As always you are late Bella. Madam said to go right in." Bella walked to the other door and entered the windowless room. The air conditioning was hissing softly but the musty smell lingered. She sat down in the straight backed chair and waited while Madam perused a file. The woman behind the desk dressed in black was in her fifties and wore a man's suit with white shirt and dark blue tie. Her short grey hair was cut in masculine style with a parting. Finally she looked up and smiled without warmth. "Good morning Bella and congratulations on a successful assignment. However you know how I despise untidiness and I understand your finished work resembled a war zone. Was that really necessary?" Bella sat impassively without replying and Madam sighed in resignation. She handed a file across the desk and said, "This is your next assignment and you have one month to rest up and prepare. Good morning." As Bella strolled back along Lombard Street the sun was trying to peep through the grey clouds. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*

Title: Friday Night, Neighbor Fun Tags: gay, cum inside, neighbor, stud, blowjob, oral sex The following story is fictional and written for entertainment purposes. \*\*\* It was a rainy dusk Friday night, light barely still visible slanting through my window where I was just laying out on the couch. Watching Netflix, horny, and bored out of my mind when my phone rang for a text. "Hey man, you busy?" It was from my smoking hot neighbor, I had just moved in a couple weeks ago and he had helped with a lot of it. He was coming home and tag teamed all the furniture and heavy boxes for me which was a big relief. And he was a big dude! Dark black hair, 6'5", lots of hair on his chest and arms, and built like a rugby player with big arms, thick legs, and a tank of a torso and stomach. Almost the opposite of me, with red hair, pale skin, skinny, not a lot of hair on my body, but a bigger ass and an average sized cock. I sent back, "not really what's up?" Immediate reply, "wanna come over? I'm bored just hanging out and you seemed chill." I waited a couple minutes to seem not too eager before saying yeah and throwing my tennis shoes on. I figured my tee shirt and athletic shorts would be appropriate to hang out. I knocked on the door and heard his big frame walk over to the door and open it up. The door opened to a big smile on his face and my mouth almost hit the floor since he was shirtless and wearing athletic shorts! "come on in, grab a seat on the couch, you want a beer?" He asked as I walked in and gathered myself together. "Uh yeah that'd be awesome." I said trying to stay cool still while glancing around and checking him out at the same time. I sat on the couch and he sat on the other end handing me a beer. We clinked the bottles and drank as we made some small talk while some tv show whispered in the background. "Hey man you good?" He asked out of no where. "Uh, yeah why?" "Cause you are like rock hard!" He said chuckling a little and pointing at my crotch. "Oh Jesus!" I exclaimed going red as I realized I was diamond hard sitting next to him and checking him out! "haha don't worry man really." He said. "Really? Why not?" "Cause I knew you'd be checking me out, you're not very subtle! Besides I've been checking you out too." He said very cool while sipping his beer like he just told me it was raining outside. "You're gay too?" "Well bi, prefer girls, but something about being with a guy really gets me going.." "Wow I had no idea." "well at least you look happy about it..." he said nodding towards my shorts again. "Well I guess if I'm not that subtle anyway, yeah I've been checking you out since we met. You're like my dream guy!" "Haha back at you." "In that case..." I said leaning over a little trying to make a move, I swear my heart was beating so hard he could probably see that through my shirt too. Luckily i I felt his bulk shift towards me, his large hand drift over my shoulder and to the back of my head as he pulled me all the way into him and our mouths connected. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues pushed against each other. My hand on his big chest and his arms wrapped around me. Our kisses got deeper and deeper as I felt like I melted into his side. We broke for a couple seconds, our breath ragged and I glanced down at his bulge. "Fuck your cock is just as big and thick as the rest of you huh?" "Wait til you get me full mast..." he said into my ear before sucking my neck and tickling my ear with his tongue. I found my hand rubbing his chest and abs while he kissed me all over, my other hand gripping his waistband pulling it down just a little. His hands pulled my shirt up and over my head and started to lick and bite my nipples, chest and the front of my neck. I felt his strong arms gently lifting me so he could grab my ass too. God this big, burly man made me feel so sexual and at his control. His hand drifting down the back of my shorts at the same time my hand went down the front of his. His hands kneaded my ass while I used hands to pull his cock out and stroke him. He must have been 8-9 inches and thick as the beer bottle we'd forgotten about. Our lips met again as I whispered to him that I wanted to "suck his big fucking cock!" With that I stood up and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and kicked him to the side so I was nude except for my sneakers. He pulled his shorts the rest of the way and over to mine too. I dropped to my knees between this burly man as he spread to accept me. I was so turned on by his big frame and cock bouncing in front of me. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply while both my hands stroked him again. He leaned all the way back and nodded to me as if to say go ahead and I leaned forward my breath warming his cock. I started at the base at his balls and shaft and let me tongue drift up along the big vein that snuck around his shaft. I heard him deeply moan above me and felt proud I could satisfy him. I leaned over his head once I got there with my tongue and circled his head several times, eventually starting to drop my lips around him and accept him into my mouth. "Fuck I knew you were a little cock sucker..." he said and I moaned back. "I knew you were gonna be a slut for me..." another moan for him. "I'm gonna cum right down that pretty throat, make you my cum slut too." Another moan for him. I got so turned on by his words I started to really suck his cock sooner than I wanted to, I expected to hold off and tease him but I couldn't resist! I started working his lower shaft and balls with my hands, my drool dripping down to lube him up as I sucked up and down, slobbering on his cock. I moaned and slurped so he could enjoy the show and sounds. "Fuck cock sucker I'm gonna cum, fuck you are incredible!" He moaned, his voice getting louder with each word until i felt him cock start to swell and pulse and finally shoot his cum into my throat! I clamped my lips and sucked and squeezed his shaft with my hand to push every last drop out. I listened to him moan and squeeze my hair and his legs and whole body tense as he pumped load after load into my mouth. Finally I felt his body relax and I swallowed the last of his cum and popped off giggling a little. "God you can cum!" I said as he chucked a little. "Yeah? Let's see how you cum!" He said smirking a little at me as he helped me off my knees, then pulled me to sit in front of him, but between his legs. I could feel his semi hard, but thick warm cock against my lower back. I had both hands on his knees and thighs and pressed against him as I felt his hands reach around and start playing with my cock. His large hands manhandled my cock and balls expertly, he lifted his hand and I sucked his fingers to make them wet before he went back to stroking me. I was moaning and writhing instantly at his touch and was so turned on it took like two minutes before I was letting him know I was going to burst! My legs shook as he pointed my cock at my chest and let me explode all over myself. Our lips found each other again as I came all over myself. His fingers played with my cum, feeding it to myself between our kisses which turned me on so much. I turned around to sit on his lap and we kept kissing, I used my hand to get him fully hard again as I felt his hands on my ass. His fingers drifted into my crack and I moaned as he started to circle my hole with his finger. "I cannot wait to fuck this tight, tight ass!" He exclaimed as he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle, getting an excited moan out of me. "You can fuck me however you want with this cock!" I moaned kissing him again and stroking his cock harder. He moved another finger into me and I could feel myself open up and accept him. He kissed me one last time then rolled me to the side and laid me on my back. His hands gripped the back of my knees and pushed them up to my chest and I watched his head disappear between my legs, push my cock to the side and felt his tongue push into me! "God yes!" I moaned as he licked and sucked my ass all over, making me feel like a girl he was about to plow, which was pretty accurate! He was getting me really worked up and open and wet and I could tell you was going to fuck me furious and fast and wanted me extra ready. He must have spent 5 minutes licking and opening me up before I saw him come back up and move me onto my hands and knees. I looked between my legs and arched my back as he went to town on my ass again, his big, ominous cock waving between his legs like a clock I was mesmerized. Soon I felt him smack each of my ass cheeks with his hands and lean up and I felt his hot, hard cock slide up and down my crack, poking a little at my hole. "You think you're ready?" "Yes please fuck my ass Daddy!" "Good little cock sucking slut..." he said as I felt his cock push into me. It was incredibly thick and filling feeling, but all of his tongue and finger work had me let him in immediately! He slid halfway in and out and in and out and then just another inch at a time until I was taking his full length. "Fuck I love this tight ass!" He growled behind me as he began to pick up the pace. His hands gripped my thighs and hips as he fucked me into another dimension. I arched and moaned for him as he used me. His balls were so heavy and long they slapped against my taint, balls, and cock. I reached down and started to play with myself and didn't last long until I came in my hand. He loved that and I felt him lean over and really drive his cock into me. Soon he was growling and moaning into my ear that he was going to come into my wet, tight ass. I told him to breed me and with that he started to explode inside of me, his cock cumming like he didn't just cum 30 minutes ago. My legs shook as he slow stroked his orgasm out inside of me I gripped his forearms next to my head and let him subside, slowly fucking me as we calmed down. He kissed my upper back and neck and I moaned until he slipped out and I used the bathroom. "That was fun neighbor, I'm going to invite you over a bunch more!" He said chuckling with that big smile on his face. "I think I could be into that!" I said as I sat down next to him again and we drank some more and kissed and watched tv until we passed out draped around each other.

(MtF Sheep) Mercer was a bit nervous, getting dragged to the Stonewall Estate by his girlfriend Gwen. The estate was having a big ballroom party, but Mercer was more of the sit at home and relax sort of person when it came to having a good time. His own family was quite wealthy, but he had never gone to any of their own parties either. Gwen was a hard woman to say no to though- she was quite large for a woman, being a bit taller than Mercer himself and her long black hair was violently wavy to the lower half where it turned to huge loose curls. Mercer was dressed in formal black shirt and pants with a white vest on over it with a bit of a tail on it. He was used to wearing rather stuffy outfits as a sacrifice for looking so damn good though. And he got to see Gwen dressed up at least too- in a long sleeveless gold gown and a scarlet lilly in her hair. She paused on the inside of the door and twirled to grin at Mercer. "And this is why there is no need to be nervous." She motioned over a large table in the foyer absolutely covered in masks. It was a masquerade ball- everyone had to wear a mask to get in, so no one would know the true identity of anyone else there. Mercer's own family had a few magical artifacts in its possession so he was able to sense the presence of mana lingering over the table- some but not all of the masks were enchanted with some sort of spell. Gwen quickly spotted the mask she wanted- go figure, it was the strangest one. It was a full face mask of some sort of demon, but it had been long ago shattered in half- only half the mask remained. Mercer chose a small mask, thinking it the least obtrusive but was surprised by its weight- the inside of the mask was lined with a mirror--like material. It only covered his eyes and nose- it was made to look like the face of a lamb. The estate was lavishly decorated, and the ballroom was bigger than most normal folk's entire homes. There looked to be nearly a hundred people attending- though few were dancing this early on. Gwen smiled with a mouth of unusually sharp teeth. "So, want any punch? I am sure someone has spiked it already, so it will actually be half decent." "I should be getting you drinks not the other way around." Gwen raised and wagged her index at him. "Ah, ah. Your forgetting the masks." "Huh?" "We aren't our normal selves here, it's a masquerade! Roleplay a little." Mercer smiled and went along with it. The most obvious sign he first seen of the magic working was someone caught in the middle of a laugh let out a 'haaw' like a donkey bray. When Mercer looked over, the first thing he noticed was that they were wearing a donkey themed mask. So roleplay really is the theme of the night- enchantments included. Mercer started to lean into his role then. When Gwen returned with the drinks he happily accepted and then moved close to her, but made no moves and waited for her to speak before responding. Mercer immediately noticed himself feeling a bit more energetic as he acted more sheepish in Gwen's presence. The transition was so seamless he could not tell if it was because it was an unusually refreshing change, acting like someone completely different while disguised, or because the mask was actually altering him. Gwen asked him to dance and Mercer did not hesitate- being born into a wealthy family he had been taught how to dance gracefully already so he had all the confidence in his ability to. As they twirled and bowed to the music though, Mercer noticed he was getting smaller. He seemed to be shrinking quite quickly, but a look around revealed he was only half right. He had gotten a bit smaller- Gwen had gotten a lot bigger! The strap on one side of her gown snapped as the muscles in specifically her right arm were now bigger, and plainly visible. Well that was a bit unusual. He supposed because her mask was shattered in half, it was only affecting half her body. In any other situation he may have been worried of anyone seeing her in this state, but looking around she was far from the only abnormality. There was one woman who had to stop dancing because she had become so tiny compared to her partner that they couldn't pull it off anymore. A woman turning into a bunny who had to stop because her now huge feet were getting stepped on. Then there was a donkey dancing with hippo woman, both stumbling around on feet not at all suited for dance and laughing at each other and having fun in spite of their inability. Not everyone seemed to change at the same pace- it seemed to be how accurately they played their roles. Mercer felt light headed as he twirled around with Gwen leading their dance. Rather than worry about his slight weakness, he simply leaned more onto Gwen. They managed to make it to the end of the song before Mercer stumbled out of his shoes because his feet had transformed. Mercer's ankles had raised up as his feet stretched. His toes compacted together, forming into two large toes in the front while the big and pinky toe regressed in the back, being left behind as the foot stretched so they no longer touched the ground, but were still relatively close. All four digits were encapsulated in keratin as nails fused together and spread then thickened greatly into cloven hoof segments- turning black as they became more dense. Luckily Mercer was a graceful person, and adapted to the small surface area on which he had to stand now. His feet clacked lightly on the marble floor which made him feel more femanine- it was a sound not unlike that of high heeled shoes. Gwen lead him around, acting mischievous and looking to prank others now, she was continuing to get more muscular and her nails turned to claws. Mercer just followed along loyally- not participating but not stopping her either. Their devilish actions found Gwen flinching as horns broke the surface near her temples. Before growing out; the blood and feeling had drained from the areas the horns grew from, so she could not feel the skin break, and did not bleed. Gwen could still feel the horns growing, but it was through the movement of bone as the material of her skull expanded and stretched into the horns! Gwen's horns were somewhat narrow and started to curve down as they grew, and were still in the early stages of growth however. Mercer's smaller body felt more lithe and womanly, though oddly his clothing did not become loose- in fact it fit more snug than before! He felt new muscle encapsulate his tailbone, but it did not seem to grow out at all- it just become a fat nub he could wiggle at will- and it was no trouble at all to pop it out over his pants, barely noticeable. Sheep do not have much of a tail at all. Mercer became a bit absent minded as he felt his penis and balls start to shrink more than the rest of his body had- and Gwen did not slow her pranking spree so he ended up losing her in the crowd for a time. Mercer slipped away into the bathroom and went to pee, mostly as an excuse to take it out and look at what was happening to it. Sure enough, his balls shrank to the size of grapes and his penis no more than two inches long. Still it shrank more- embarrassingly the reduction felt quite good. A sort of pleasurable tingle that made him squirm a bit from its unrelenting. Rather than regress with it- the nerves were just getting bunched up, preparing to be repurposed, not discarded. He felt an odd inward pressure, focused behind his scrotum- it almost felt like something slowly sliding into his body in a passage that did not exist- it was actually the feeling of the passage itself forming within. By the time his marble-sized balls were popped up into his torso by his tightening scrotum, they were already turning to ovaries. The scrotum continued to pull tighter, popping apart painlessly at the seam as the soft creased skin now became the inner labia! The vagina had already formed behind it, so as soon as the scrotum divided the passage was fully opened to the outside! His penis continued to shrink away- and since no one else was in the bathroom he decided to touch it and enjoy the pleasure it was already giving him regardless. He could only get two fingers and his thumb around it- the forskin now too long to expose the head even fully erect. Then he could only hold it between his thumb and index- and then only rub the head as it continued to shrink away. He had to touch it lighter and lighter as the nerves bunched up into the smaller form- which caused him to touch more nerves at a time than before, making it too sensitive to be rough with. It felt like the skin was pulled in two different directions as it shrank away into him- this was the division of the urethra from what had been the shaft- so that it now sat in the growing depression that was his inner vulva. 'He' was officially a 'she' now- at least during the party. The remnants of the head was now the clit- the foreskin now its hood. As she took her hand away a bit sad to see her old genitals go even temporarily, she noted her fingernails were turning dark and thickening as well- she would be without hands soon too. Mercer tried to find Gwen, but only managed to find traces of the chaos she was sewing and gave up- not wanting to get lost herself in the crowds she stuck mostly to the ground floor. The huge hall had a second level that was the same space-- at the top of huge curved stairs on either side. Gwen was likely up there, since she was quite larger now and hard not to see, Mercer would have found her otherwise. Her ears started to grow larger and leaf shaped. New muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around, but the ears continued to grow larger to the point where the muscles could not keep up- and the ears flopped down to hang on either side of her head. Mercer could still move them, but not hold them up for more than a half second at a time because of the weight. She glanced up at the balcony of the second level. "Gwen? Heeieeh!" She paused at the odd sound she had made. "Gweeheen, where aaeehre.... baaah!" Mercer quickly closed her lips tightly! She already did not want to call out for the attention it would draw, but on top of that she was starting to bleat like a sheep! Her shirt sleeves were feeling more and more snug too, which made her feel a bit exposed. Mercer used her stiffening hands to rub her arms through the sleeves and was surprised to find there was no sleeves! She looked down and had to prod herself a few times to figure out what had happened. It still looked like there was sleeves there, but there was not. There was the start of sleeves at her shoulders but then it fused with her skin and became indistinguishable. The black ended at her wrists but was part of her actual arm- the fabric had become an ultra fine black fur on her! Mercer bleated again in surprise and wobbled over, having to catch herself on a nearby table because of the feeling in her legs! Her black pants were now doing the same thing, tightening and merging with her flesh on her legs from the bottom up! Her heart started to hammer quickly at that thought- if her pants became part of her body... her sex will be exposed. She had completely failed to notice it before in the guests that had turned faster than her- there was no ruptured clothing around. The clothes changed with them, becoming part of their body! The donkey had one gold-encased hoof with a sigil made of tiny cogs on it! It had been wearing a watch. The clues were all there for Mercer to have seen, but she was too caught up with herself and Gwen for it to register. As if sensing her distress, Gwen jumped down to Mercer from the balcony- slamming into the floor hard enough to cause the nearby tables to jump a half inch. Gwen was huge now! Her body muscular, but mostly upper body- and her right arm specifically looked like it belonged on a creature twice her size! Her right arm along almost had equal mass to the entire rest of her body, extremely hugely muscular and riddled with veins! Her legs seemed mostly unchanged, only slightly muscular. Because of her lopsided changes, she actually had to hold herself up with the giant arm because it was too heavy to lift. Her left horn never grew any more than it already had, but the right one continued to grow in a long arch, ending behind her in a three quarters circle. The red lilly Gwen had in her hair seemed to melt into it- leaving her with a large streak of scarlet hair where it had been that was a bit longer than the rest of her hair. She had a long fang on her bottom right jaw that stuck out of her mouth as a proto tusk. The mask was also fused to her face- the dark material veining slightly to blend with her flesh but not too far from where it started, and it moved and flexed with the rest of her natural face. Her voice was echoed onto itself- her normal voice and then a much deeper version of her own voice both spoke at the same time. She immediately commented on how cute Mercer looked and patted her head, holding her close to shelter the view of her body from the other guests. Mercer's fretting stopped almost immediately and her thoughts wandered elsewhere, completely forgetting her worry right away. Sheep are herd animals- they get nervous when there is no one to follow. Mercer felt her mask after seeing what became of Gwen's, and sure enough she could feel where it started, but could not divide it from her face. The mirrored side was now part of her, and the mask itself was slowly becoming her true face. Mercer quietly bleated as his wrists deformed and her hands stretched, compacting from the sides to become long and narrow and then started to compress, shortening and thickening while keeping the rounder structure. Like her feet, her thumb and pinky regressed more than the others, completely consumed by the hoof segments to make dew claws and the rest formed the two primary hoof segments. The feeling of the bone shifting was much more obvious in this because she was balancing her weight on the table when they shifted- causing her upper body to jostle slightly with each shift of the structure it was balancing with. She stretched and tensed her legs as if trying to squirm away from the changes of her pants becoming her- but obviously the changes followed. Her pant legs were already becoming part of her, so there was no squirming free of them. Gwen slapped her rump causing Mercer to bleat and give her a half-hearted dirty look, but then a glint of gold caught her eye. "Heeieey! Those eaahrings don't go weeieeth your roaaahle." Gwen looked surprised, touching her non-giant hand to them. "Oh, yea, you're right." Mercer smiled a bit as Gwen started to take them off. "Meieh! Leeeht meeieh have theehem!" Mercer did not have pierced ears, so rather than put them on normally, Gwen just smiled and pressed the earring onto his big floppy ears and the gold squirmed away, spreading across the skin- immediately fusing with her. They did not fuse with Gwen because they were inappropriate to the role she was playing, but now that Mercer was female- they adhered to her. The tiny emerald in each remained framed in gold at the very tip of the ear, the rest formed an elegant gold filigree embedded in the flesh of her ears. Even if she had been able to lift her ears before- she definitely could not now with gold embedded in it. The mask started to spread on her head now- spreading darkness to her ears, turning the flesh black and causing a super fine black fur to grow on it, and then advance on the face. Her lips turned black first, then the end of her nose. As Mercer bleated at the hollow pops her nose gave off as the bridge expanded wider, her voice raised several pitches. Her pants had finally started to finish their fusion with his torso, her pussy now clearly visible to everyone who looked. It was like watching her rump emerge from a pool of black ink. As the last traces of the pants became flesh and fine black fuzz, her pussy started to change shape- the tightness of the pants now persisted in her skin! The taint started to compress, dragging her vulva and anus closer together till they were practically touching. Her outer labia started to inflate, becoming very pillowy and completely obscuring her clit within! It inflated till it vaguely resembled a fortune cookie made of soft rubber! Mercer gasped as she looked down at herself and in a burst of change, her ribs cracked and spread, but her white vest also compressed back on it. The two smushed together to become one, but the white material of the vest also bled downward- consuming more of her body than it had covered. Even though the two had become one- her nipples were not visible, having been regressed to nothing below already. Instead- two tiny nubs formed in her crotch. Mercer could not stop letting out subdued, breathy bleats- any sound she tried to make came out as a bleat, and with all the strange feelings in her body it was impossible to just not make sound. Her rear hooves clicked on the floor below her as she fidgeted, shifting her weight from on to the other while the changes happened. The stiff nubs in her crotch started to jostle slightly as two soft hills formed below them, quickly swelling out with jiggly soft, rubbery skin. The stretching of the skin triggered new born pleasure nerves which caused Mercer to bleat louder. Her face started to deform further- her lips pulling tight toward her nose as the end of it became level with her lips. Her nostrils were small but wide and her upper lip had a cleft leading into it. The seams of the mask slowly vanished entirely into her face as it started to stretch outward, pulling her skull more narrow! Her head wasn't expanding at all, so the longer it got the more narrow it became, creating a very narrow muzzle covered in ultra-fine black fur. She shut her eyes tight as the final changes to her head took place and her eyes grew slightly to match the former mask, and became almond shaped. She opened her eyes with a look of surprise in them, and her memories of who she was before blanked. She remembered her name and coming here but little else. Her pupils started to stretch sideways. Mercer forgot she was supposed to be male, or human, yet was still plainly aware she was changing. The white of the former vest now covered her entire body and the very start of her four limbs and stopped there, now no signs of it having been clothing. The jiggle mounds in her crotch swelled bigger and bigger, and it became more obvious that they were fused together as they stretched outward into a fat, round udder. It stopped growing when it was about the size of two softballs pressed together- which was a pretty good size on her smaller body. Because a sheep is so close to the ground, the stiff teats of its udder do not hang down, but stick out diagonally to either side so they can be reached from the side. The black of the former sleeves finished encapsulating the remaining skin as all hooves completed. Her pupils finished stretching out rectangles. After a few seconds of silence, Mercer realized her changes were complete. Her attention span now more fleeting than ever- her thoughts unable to focus on any one thing. Unable to think of what to do on her own, she just clacked down onto all fours and stuck to Gwen, shadowing her movements. Sheep operate on one simple concept- follow the leader. Gwen grinned a fang-filled mouth at Mercer and leaned over to scritch her upper back. "Oh, you aren't done yet~" As if enticed by her touch, Mercer's fur started to grow longer, but only the portion that was white! It grew in extremely thick and pushed out longer and wavier. It formed a dense mat on her and then started to extend even further. Her body started to look like a pillow, and still it grew more! She started to bleat again as the fur started to feel like a full body hug. It grew so big and long that it started to obstruct her movement, and she felt quite hot because of it. It almost looked like a balloon inflating! Gwen was egging it on, making it grow beyond the normal bounds! The wool did not grow on her limbs at all, but became so huge that it was consuming her limbs regardless! Her little woolen stump of a tail wiggled frantically as the sheep started to worry. Her neck was so thickly encased she could not bend it! The wall of wool started to advance so far out that it was dragging on the ground under her, billowing far over over- and reaching the sides of her head before Mercer put together a long enough string of thought to know to squirm back away from Gwen's touch, which caused the growth to finally stop! Mercer looked like a giant walking pom pom! It weighed so much her legs became wobbly from trying to hold it all up! Mercer's hooves clicked on the floor as she looked around- her neck could not bend with all the wool around her, so she needed to turn her entire body. Almost all the guests were full animal by now- which means basically no one was paying any attention to her thankfully. Several were having fun playing with their new animal forms, some had fallen so deeply into their roles that they forgot they were supposed to be anything but animals and simply wandered about. A few animals still propped themselves up on the railings or tables to do human things in spite of their forms, and a good portion of them had taken to having sex with one another openly in the hall. Without human morals there was nothing stopping them from acting on arousal, and since most people came here in pairs- they were with loved ones who were now effectively naked. Gwen seemed to somewhat cheat the system- her mask was broken in half, so she was the only guest who was still at least half human. That did not stop her from wanting to have some kinky fun with Mercer in her new form, and the look in Mercer's eyes told her that she was up for whatever Gwen wanted- sheep are followers, not leaders. Mercer had not noticed till now, Gwen had swapped genders as well- she was a he. His pectorals were large enough to almost be able to imitate breasts. Gwen's golden gown opened up to reveal it was not a gown at all anymore. The inside was lined with neon pink flesh, covered in pulsing veins! It was a pair of huge wings growing from his lower back! Only the outer facing side of the membrane still looked like a gown when the wings are wrapped around his torso! As soon as the wings opened up, his phallus flopped out without anything to hold it back! Very long and a bit narrow, the later half of its underside was lined with a row of long narrow, semi-stiff tendrils, and the phallus itself had a tapered end. Its movement immediately indicated he had full control over it, like a tentacle as it reached for Mercer. Gwen was right- it is fun to roleplay sometimes.

Title: The Male's Scent: Bitter But Not Sweet by the roo Tags: Bull, Canine, Cum, Gay, Lion, M/M/M/M, Muscle, Sweat, Wolf, smegma Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff The room was all full of snickering, grinning bulky males as Mike; a clean arctic muscle wolf was dragged upstairs. He really wasn't the type for guy parties, but as he was being dragged, he looked around with his blue eyes with a nervous look. Even though he was obviously being taken against his will, none of them seemed to care. The further they took him upstairs, the more his nostrils seemed to burn with the smell of heavy male musk. Each of the males dragging him only mocked him as he was dragged into the room, their paws all over him as they tore and tugged at his clothes, "What are you doing?" The room was filthy; there were clothes, jockstraps, and dirty underwear everywhere. The sheets were all over the bed and even on the floor along with used condoms spewing out thick puddles of old cum. It all made his skin crawl and his fur stand on ends. After a loud flush, the wolf watched as a tan bull blessed with a muscular build walked out of the single bathroom, stroking a uncut piece slab of meat between his legs, "Mm, hey Mike. Heard you had a problem having fun, letting loose you know...?" Mike met Mack only recently before, but he had never seen the impressive stud naked before. As the bull sat down on the bed, he grinned as he peeled back his thick foreskin. Mike turned away as he felt a thick musk hit his nose, layers of greasy cum and piss built up along the shaft. The two sweaty lions and the black wolf behind him peeled off their shirts one by one as the others held him down before shoving him to his knees in front of the bull, "No! NO!" Grabbing hold of Mike's jaw, Mack forced the wolf's mouth down over the thick smegma pasted onto the bull's cock. "Oh yeah Mike, you're such a little whore!" The wolf tried to push away the bull's hand as he gagged on the cock, trying not to taste too much of the cheesy build up. The lion on Mike's right gave a deep chuckle, "Hey Mack, give the kid a breather..." The bull only grinned, "Sure..." Letting go, the lion grabbed the back of Mike's head before burying his muzzle deep into his sweaty drenched pits, washing it in the thick pubic fur under his arms. Trying to push away, the wolf's cries were muffled as his senses were flooded with the hot stink of lion stud. He felt a powerful paw squeeze his jaw and he was forced to taste the oily fur. As he drowned in the steaming stew of sweat, he felt something in the back of his head as thing started to get hazy. Like dogs on a meal, the other lion and the dark wolf were lapping at Mike's dirty foot paws, inhaling deep the stink of sweat before lapping at every toe like a delicious meal. The arctic wolf felt his resolve growing weaker as he struggled to breathe a bit of air through his muzzle, that bit of air drawling in the fresh lion stink into his nose. He couldn't help it as his nipples throbbed and his dick poked out from his sheath. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to him, what the foreign sensation was. Mike was grabbed again, "Alright, enough of that for now." The wolf threw his palms down against the bull's side, but the male was powerful, gagging Mike again with the greasy build up. But this time as Mike's lips pushed back the slick build up in the foreskin, he nose was buried in Mack's bush crotch pubes which stank of firm male musk, like it hadn't been washed in a week. Nipples throbbing even harder and his red dog dick slurping from its sheath, he emitted an uncontrollable moan that caused his throat to rumble and drive the bull to squirt a bit of pre down the wolf's throat. "Mm, you really are a good little slut...you like it, don't you?" As the bull slowly removed his hand, Mike moved up the slimy, oily meat before observing it as the wicked thick foreskin rolled back up over the tipped head. With a curious paw, he slowly reached his finger and thumb around it before looking at the other four males in the room. Breathing nervously, he peeled back the foreskin, starring at the build up for only a second before putting his lips over the area and slurped on it. The taste was tangy but it quickly became familiar to Mike as he washed it with his rough canine tongue. Mack gave off a loud bull murr as he felt that tongue twirling the smegma around his warm prick. The dark wolf behind Mike suddenly stood up, "Hey, give me a little bit of that will ya...?" Shaking with eroticism, Mike panted with excitement as he turned towards the other wolf, slightly confused because the male didn't have a foreskin. Chuckling, the black wolf turned his building knot to the side, revealing his sheath which was covered in the same build up as the bull's foreskin, covered in sweat and old cum, "Oh, were you looking for this?" Panting, Mike smothered his muzzle into the wolf's crotch, causing him to jump a bit, "Dang, feisty..." Mack chuckled hard as he stroked his foreskin, "You were too Dick." Curiosity hit the arctic wolf again, sniffing along the black wolf's crotch. The spicy scent of musk grew strong as his nostrils traveled down to the sweaty sheath. Dick growled playfully before his knees got weak, the new wolf lapping hungrily at the skin between his knot and his sheath. Soon all the other male stood up around Mike as he gorged himself in the stink of males. Each one of them offered their cocks and he was happy to service each of them. As he tried to stand to take a sniff of Mack's sweaty pits, "Uh uh, you'll get more of that later..." Mike's shoulders dropped, a disappointed face spreading across his muzzle. Walking him to the door where the sounds of the party could be heard, "This is just going to be your initiation. If you want all of us, you're going to have to follow a few rules..." Later that night when Mike got back to his dorm, he felt exhausted, overwhelmed. But after a few good hours, the hypnosis he had experienced was starting to wear off. He felt grimy, dirty, and used. Though as he made his way towards the bathroom, he had heated memories of burying his nose into pits and crotches, his dick throbbing between his legs again. He also remembered the rules, "First, don't wash your body except for your asshole, and even then you have to wash in a sink instead of the shower. And the second is no cologne or deodorant, NONE! Come back in a week and we might just give you what you want..." The wolf's heart pounded in his chest as his paw wrapped around the shower handle. He literally stood there for fifteen minutes with his red tipped cock bobbing between his legs. Paw slipping off the metal nub, he sighed as he wandered out of the bathroom and slipped into his bed. The wolf lay there in the dark as he wondered about what happened to him that night. Even as his drunken skater cheetah roommate stumbled into the room he didn't make a sound. He watched as the feline kicked off his sneakers and just plopped into bed, passing out really fast. Mike's eyes focused right away on his roommate's red and white sneaker. He remembered how Nate didn't like to wear socks, so all the sweat from his foot paws just built up in his shoe. Heart pounding in his chest again, Mike slapped his paw over his eyes, thinking to himself, "No...I can't do that!" But the temptation got worse; the wolf slowly peeled his paw away before looking at the shoe again. Pushing his sheets to the side, he carefully reached down and picked up the laced material in his grip. Turning over in bed, he hides under the sheets as he presses his muzzle into the size fourteen sneaker before inhaling a deep cloud of sweaty cheetah foot paw. He exhaled quickly before he inhaled again and again, eyes rolling halfway into the back of his head. Overwhelmed by these new sensations, Mike sighed as he tweaked his nipples, slowly falling asleep with his nose in the soft, smelly craddle. To be continued...?

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

Title: Guadalamencha; Bull Ring, Part1 by Ignacio Tags: Albino, Anal, Bovine, Character Development, Exhibitionism, Fondling, Handjob, M/M, Masturbation, Musk, Sweat Guadalamencha, a desert town of a so-so reputation; nothing special really. There was upper class, medium class and lower class, but that didn't really seperate the people. Upper class kept everything going, Medium class did most of the work and lower class kept servillance. A fine running machine, that everyone contributed in, yet that is self was the problem. Since every did every as expected it made the town boring and lackluster. Except for one thing: The Bull Ring. The greatest form of entertainment in the entire city as well as their prison. Let me explain, when a crimial is proven guilty he move to the bull rings holding pen, which has 30 foot tall walls covered in barb wire. Now if a criminal's sentence is longer that 25 years they have the option to wait it out or go to the ring. The guilty ones tend to choose the ring, which is open for the public to see. Now in that ring is a Cacti, or policeman/bullfighter, waiting for his prey. They are called Cacti because instead of guns they use whips and it really stings when they get a solid, full-body, lash on you. Anywho, the police have ropes, whips and clubs. Unless you were a kung-fu master, you were screwed, just like Miguel. Miguel was a regular black bull with long thick horns and a mouth like you wouldn't believe. Earlier today, he cursed out the entire staff of his church. Everyone Nun there couldn't believe it and since the church is cavernous his exclamations reached the rest of the cathedral. Parents covered the ears of their children, elderly had heart attacks, and fellow sinners cheered him on, which is why they have so many bulls for this momentous occasion. There's usually only 2 or 3 a month, but that devil brought this town the 'Sunrise-Sunset Bull Fighting Marathon' with a never before heard of 50+ criminals to go to the ring. You see, Miguel doesn't usually goes to church and he decided to go for a service on day and the rest happened as such, he was heavily insulted and spoke of it on the spot with his, uh,...colorful speech. Now Miguel was being held in a dark, dirty, large room with the other bulls, who were panicking somewhat. Miguel knew his fate long before he did this, but everyone else there just wasn't ready yet. "Ay, dios mio. I can't believe I'm going down like this. I thought at least I would die peacefully on my deathbed with my beloved Maria, by my side.", said Antonio with a sigh. Antonio was a bulking angus bull, white and brown, with the heart of a poet. He never liked violence much less fighting, and believed that most battles could be won through words. "Now, I am to fight like a maniac before my final breathe? Fantastico..." "Hey, at least we ain't dancing like some fools out there, eh?", Miguel brought to the table. At first Antonio was silent, but then he chuckled. "I guess you're right, hombre. At least I can go down with a fight.", said Antonio semi-heroically. Miguel laughed at his tone. He couldn't believe he was one of his fellow antichrists. 'Looks aren't everything, I guess', he thought. " 'Ey, I'm Miguel D. You?" "Antonio Ave. Good to see you before we die." "My pleasure, but I'm still getting used to the fact that there were this many people thinking like this. Makes me feel a bit more normal, ya' know? But I am sort of sorry for lighting all of ya'll fires and took all of you down with me. This was a solo mission. Realidad.", said the dark bovine, messing with his chest hair, lying on his back. Sprawling out without his shirt with the Cacti took from all the prisoners. Antonio averted his long glance on Miguel's body before he answered. "N-No, no. Don't be sorry. We all felt that way. It was just a matter of time before we got a kick in the wrong direction." "Oh, ok--wait." "Sorry, feeling some stress here. Ya' know with the blasphemy, the arrest, the bullring..." "....O.K., but seriously you need to relax." "Relax? RELAX!! Hehehehe, Do you know what's on the other side of that door?!? "3 Crooked Carniverous Cacti armed with metal tipped-whips, ropes and clubs. Unless they've changed the standard in the last two days, I'm right." Now Antonio sat there trying to understand what was going on.somehow. Miguel watched this on T.V. recently, if not regularly, why would he commit such a crime to be here? Much less be completely calm about it while he's on the chopping block?!? "U-u-u-uh-um. C-could we change the subject for a bit. I'm not the best for gory situations.", mummered Antonio as he attempted to ignore the possibility of being whipped into a bloody pile. "Lo siento, amigo. Mortitioner in training here. Let's talk about....uuuuh...T.V.?", Miguel is mostly a shut in except for a few books and T.V. Besides that, he doesn't know much else. The white and brown angus is almost recovered from his panic-attack. He's still wondering how someone could be like that though study. But images were rolling back so he decided to talk about T.V. "Oye, do you know about that soap-opera that used to play a while back? It was, well, mostly corny, but I was the plot twists that I loved. Had a chameleon on it--" " Ay, ay,ay! There was only one show that had a chameleon! 'Todos Nuestros Corazons'? I loved that show. Too bad it only got like a tenth of the ratings after the first episode. Only aired 1 season which had 22 episodes. The final episode was beautiful.", Miguel announced still messing with his chest hair. "The only reason that show failed is because this country is stuck up.", said Ignacio Flores, a slim albino angus who cut of his horns and had a reputation of flirting with...just about anybody. His enterence to a scene rivals that of a flower parade. "Then again that's why I love it. All the royals make us look sofiticated, while the rest of us can just relax." Ignacio then got up and sat next to Antonio, slowly starting to lean on him, 'accidentally' rubbing his head under Antonio's chin. Antonio blushed and shyed far away from the flirt. Ignacio started to whine. "Come on, Tony let me rest on you. I had a hard night and I need some sleep." Antonio was extremely shy around Ignacio, and it's Ignacio's fault. He was always pestered by Ignacio since they were young, but now that Antonio is so 'irresistable', Ignacio flirted with him every chance he got. You'd think the fact Antonio was dating someone would ward Ignacio away from him, but he was stubborn to get a positive result. Miguel chimmed in saying, "You two know each other?" Antonio blushed, making him look cute to Ignacio. "Um, sorta. Iggy here is half of the reason I'm shy" "Am not! You were like that before I met you. Tambien, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be a mime! Your voice was non-existant until after 2 years of when I first met you. Sadly, I do miss it when you used to hold my arm to and from school in timidness...", said Ignacio defending himself with a sigh. "Ya, ya!! Don't tell the world about that! People will start to think we're doing something other than casually hanging out." "Like sex.", injected Miguel Antonio face was almost blood red when he heard that, so his following word were as such, "W-w-well it's n-n-not like I'm a v-v-vir--" Before Antonio could finish his rambling, a door to the bull fighting ring opened letting light, blinding most if not all the bulls who were held in the dark room since yesterday afternoon. Then a cowboy twirling a lasso threw it into the crowd and caught a lesser bull by his left horn. The small bull started to panic and tried to heave back into the room clawing at the floor, crying his heart out. The other prisoners let the boy slide slowly to his fate, either scared out of his mind, broken to any and all hope, or finally accepting it and waited for his turn. Nevertheless, the boy was confused, he cried out for help, but no one bothered to move. The cowboy then pulled out a whip and struck the boy three times, once on his arm, once on his lower back and finally on his face. With each strike the small bull writhed in pain, tears and blood being tossed around onto his fellow prisonmates, some cringing at the sight. Now that the boy resisted less it was easier to pull him away, covered in blood from the powerful whip cracks, paralyzed by pain. His eyes were still watering as he was pulled to his doom. As the door closed, most of them others went into the fetal position trying to be somewhere else. Others hyperventilated and passed out. Fear sticken in all that had feeling, compassion, a soul. "You're a virgin, arent you?", Miguel urged on. Antonio, Ignacio and the rest of the bulls were surprised at how well he was taking this, much less maintaining his emotionless. There wasn't any remorse at all on his face. Everyone was scared of Miguel now and most of them scooted away from him, muttering things like, 'El Diablo' and 'Heartless Bastard'. How could he not shed a tear for the boy? Ignacio wanted to know how in the world he could be like this, so he continued to say, "Wow, you're one of a kind, aren't you?" "Oye, I asked a question first.", Miguel said, peeved. "Ya, ya. I, uh, well, haven't had......sex.....yet...", Antonio's voice got quiet at the end of the sentence. The femme-esque white bull was shocked he hadn't know this. He thought maybe he and Maria did it at sometime, but apparently his Tony really is shy about that. "Oh, Tony, I didn't know you were so innocent. Why didn't you tell me? I would have done alot more than flirt with you if I knew you virgin. Ah, Tony come here someone needs a hug.", and to his surprise he wasn't pushed away. Antonio sort of needed some comfort and he was glad that Ignacio understood that enough just by looking at him. Too bad Ignacio ruined this moment by slowly working his hands to his butt. After that Antonio bolted away from him six whole feet away from him. "Iggy, please.", Antonio pleaded. "Que disastro. I'm doing something wrong. I've told him he's got a great chest, great abs and a great ass to go with all that. You'd think he'd be used to it after all this time. Why is he still like this?", wondered little Ignacio. "....I wish I had somebody like you to compliment my body...", Miguel said running his hand through his chesthair. Miguel realized now that it was uncomfortably warm and he started to sweat a long time ago, actually. His body now glistening in the dim light above them. "I find that,.....charming" "Well, Miguel, you do have an excellent body...", Ignacio whispered as he went closer to Miguel beefy bod, craving for all that was Miguel, but he was awfully worn out due to a mixture of the heat and poor sleeping habits so he just said, "...You don't mind if I rest on you, do you?" "No, not at all, you seem tired. Come on over.", Miguel said driving Ignacio faster towards him. Ignacio truly was tired and having a nice sturdy ten-pack ab pillow made him feel more comfortable. This was nice for him, he finally got close to another male without being pushed aside or ignored. Also, Miguel's musk made it hard to go to sleep intoxicating Ignacio's brain with all sorts of feelings of erotica. Making something else of Ignacio's hard. He was in the perfect conditions when he thought about it. 50+ guys; there were some females, but he didn't care, high temperature, someone to talk to, everyone drenched in sweat. Ignacio couldn't take it anymore! His breathing quicken, pants were thighter, and eye candy all around. Ignacio tried to hold back, but each minute he held back the more he wanted to do it. Then he said, "Fuck it.", and started to undo his pants and jerk himself right in front of everybody! He was in his own world now thinking about all sorts of naughty things. How big was Antonio, was Miguel a good kisser, how hot would a three-way be. As each thought rolled through his mind he snorted with delight convulsing on the floor like crazy, until Miguel interrupted the one pounding his meat, saying, "Seriously, Iggy? Right here?...". Ignacio ignored Miguel and just went on going deeper and deeper into his three-way male daydream. Needless, to say the black bull wouldn't take that, as he started to nibble on Ignacio neck, making him shiver all over. The hornless bull couldn't continue on his penis as he was being boldly flirted on. He never has been put in this position before and from Miguel's point of view he was doing a good job. With tounge hanging out, the flirt became the flirted, as Iggy became inticed in Miguel's chew-nibbling. He always wanted someone to take the lead in a relationship; he didn't mind being a bottom. Finally someone was taking notice to him and his well-toned body. He was happy and couldn't think of anything more that would feel so right. Then Miguel went even further. Ignacio's face was now pink from blushing as Miguel reached around Iggy's back and gave him a handjob around his 6 inch cock. The hornless bull was in bliss as he was getting his dick worked on. He never felt anything like this, so magnificent. Twirling his head about in ecstasy, as Miguel pumped slowly. Ignacio was so close to getting off, but apparently Miguel had other ideas. The black devil wanted him to be in that state forever, panting like the little whore he was. He licked Iggy's neck sending shivers down his spine and messing with Iggy's nipples with his free hand. Ignacio was drooling a bit and after a while he started to humping into Miguel's hand, urging him to go faster. "Well, well, someone's horny, but don't worry; I have just the trick...", Miguel said as he slowly started to snicker. No one believed what they were seeing, two male bulls getting it on, infront of everybody. Most started to look away when Ignacio started on himself, althought there were some still looking. One of those being Antonio. The white and brown Angus was so drawn on looking away, but his interest and curiosity quickly kept his eyes dead on Miguel and Ignacio. Is this what Ignacio wanted to do with him? Antonio thought about it, but shaked his head and to scramble any thoughts of him and another man. He was still with Maria, sort of, and they promised to saved themselves for after marriage, but he was on deathrow and it's not like anybody would know...Except for himself! "No, no, no, no, no! I will die on deathrow, before I become or take jailbait!", he declared to himself unassuredly. Antonio's eyes are peeking over his shoulder at Miguel and Iggy for their next trick. He didn't want to miss a second, of course. "Are you ready, mi flore blanco?", said the black bull as he teased Ignacio by licking his neck, from his upperchest all the way up to the tip of his ear. All Iggy could do now is moan and nod his head. The albino bull waited, but all he got was release from his cock. Needless to say he was confused, until Miguel bent him over with his face crashing into the ground and pulled down his pants. This hurt, alot, but the major rimming he was getting was well worth it. Lil' diablo was licking the asshole of the hornless bull on the ground. He slowly lubricated the entire buttcrack of Ignacio with his saliva, savoring the sweaty, musky taste and when he was done he slowly pumped his tounge into the albino asshole. Iggy just grinded his head into the floor, losing himself in the massive pleasure happening in his hindquarters. Antonio couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't possibly be what his friend wanted to do to him, could it? Wierd. He thought that he would feel completely uneasy after seeing this, but on the contrary. If anything, he felt more...curious. By now Iggy was basically eating dirt, but he didn't care. The way his asshole was being treated was glorious and he didn't want it to stop. Miguel stopped again. 'He probably likes to tease all of his mates, the devil.', thought Ignaico. But no matter, when the black bull put two of his bulky fingers into that tiny butthole, it was all worth it. He couldn't believe what was happening. Not only did someone take an interest in him, the same person was burying his snout into his buttocks a few moments ago. "Simply heavenly, Miguel", Iggy blurted in his own little whirlwind of declining lust. "Aw, I wouldn't say that...", and with that twilight was created when the darkness entered the light through anal penitration. A shudder worked its' way up Ignacio's spine making his eyes roll back, tounge hang out, and right ear twitching. After the head of Miguel's penis worked it's way into Iggy, he sat down and lifted up his mate and slowly inched him down his own 9 inch cock. Inch by inch by inch, he slowly lowered Iggy, sending wave of pleasure through his slender body. Up until now all of Ignacio's mates had been quick with their fucking, but this Miguel clearly knew the meaning of foreplay. The waves of pleasure slowly stopped crashing as Lil' Diablo stopped holding Iggy's arms to hold his waist as he lifted the white bull up and down. What an amazing feat of strength! Miguel is basically masturbating with Ignacio on his cock. The white bull couldn't take much more of this he was about to cum, but he didn't want to. Not yet. It's hard to keep looking at something that's turning you on while hiding your erection as Antonio was attempting to do. He was so confused and imbarassed to think properly. Why exactly was this turning him on? Why is his penis approving? He started to shake his head at another feeble try to scramble his thoughts for the white bull, but they still came so he began to beat his head against the floor. 'Dammit, Ignacio', thought Tony, 'If anything you're an perverted homo-older brother to me. So, why? Why does this image of you arouse me?' The slim bull is on the edge of climaxing. Miguel's cock constantly being pumped into his ass was alot for him to take in the first place. He was just so big. His musk wasn't helping either. 'He's just so.....so....awesome', as he thought when Iggy slowly started to squirt cum from his god-given beef. Oddly enough he didn't feel spent yet. Ignacio stll had that lust running through his veins. At first he was worried, of course, but he was curious of if he could cum again, so he kept his cock ride going. Miguel was a bit startled, along with everyone watching, of why Iggy was still going and the white bull's tight hole was making Miguel cum a bit faster than usual. That and his fucking speed, which Iggy just loved to death. By now Antonio had given up on why his old friend was his new flame, but he didn't want anybody else to know so he ducked away in a dark corner away from the light so he could secretly masturbate. 'Just this once, please just this once and never let me feel these feelings about Ignacio ever again. I have a girlfriend, please God lend me this absolute release', Tony prayed. Tony slowly pulled out his 7 inch cock in all it's erect glory and started pumping away. At first he was only working the tip of his member but he glanced over to some of the other guys who were rubbing the area betwix their ball and asshole. He was surprised some others actually revealed themselves as well, but what they were doing seemed to be working for them so he tried it. 'Wow, this feels great! Maybe I should tell Ignacio to do this to me someday', he thought. As he continued he found himself faster to climax than usual, maybe due to the attempts to hide his cock, but he was getting there. No one but himself knows this but Antonio constantly snorts when he's deep into something. Snort after snort, he came that much closer to cumming and as he quickly arced his back he came hard enough for his cum to reach his upper neck. When he was done he just sat there thinking, 'Now that I think about it, I guess I can see why he likes guy so much but still...', and after that he looked over to Iggy and Miguel who were going at an incredible speed and noticed something he wish he hadn't. There was blood coming from Ignacio's asshole. "I'm about to cum!!", Miguel announced unashamedly to his crowd as the white bull's ass started to fill and fill with blood dribbling out. The crowd was in shock and they began to mummur. Iggy and Miguel were still too tired to even listen to them as they lied down together with Miguel still inside Ignacio. "Oye, Miguel", huffin' and puffin' like there's no tommorrow, "What made you -huff- grab my cock -huff- in the first place?" Miguel replied, "That innocent face. You look like the type of person who feels they needed to be loved, ya' know?", then the black bull started to hug the white bull on his chest. A wave of emotion hit Ignacio and tears started to come down his eyes. "Awww, you're just saying that...", he tried to hide his tears. "Eyes are the window to the soul and scars never truly fade away, physical nor mental.", replied Miguel who saw wounds around his horns and glided his finger around them. "You didn't cut your own horns, did you?" Ignacio's tears became a waterfall as he tried to unhinge himself from Miguel's cock. "Tell me what happened....NOW.", he demanded, "I want to know" "Miguel..." "Tell me what happened to you or I'll crush you. "What??..." "You think these arms are only for improv' during sex? Tell me what happened or you'll recieve the worst bear hug ever." "I don't want to talk about--HHRRGGKK!!", Miguel tightened his grip. "I didnt say 'If you wanted to' I said tell me...OR ELSE.", and right after that Antonio came in and kicked Miguel in the head. Ignacio got free and got away as far as he could. " 'Tonio? Hehehe...HAHAHA!! I figured you as a smart one, but I guess I was wrong!", Miguel got up and charged at Antonio, but Antonio flipped him well over his head and near the door. Miguel quickly got up and said with bloodshot eyes, "Oh, now your gonna get, hombre!!", but before he could go, a whip got his arm, then another on his other arm, and one more on his legs. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, but he managed to slightly resist by pulling on the ground to get this cryptic message out, "I swear after I'm done with the Cacti, I'll get you to say your little secret one way or another!!", the doors slammed shut with Miguel on the other side. After being paralyzed by that cryptic message, Antonio quickly ran to his newfound secret crush, picking him up, worried that he might be bleeding to death. "Ignacio? Are you okay? Ignacio?!?" "Don't worry about me. I'm just...a little....sleepy........" "Ignacio? Ignacio?!? No.....I wanted to tell you something. Something I just got the courage to say....I...I love you... "..........................I knew I'd get you...to come around...eventually.", said Ignacio as he fell limb. "Iggy!! Please be alright. I-I-I'm sorry", as he lamented when his flower wilted in his hands....

Title: 23 Ways to Get Laid 01 Tags: bwwm, interracial, massage, oil, vacation, white man, black woman, anal play, older woman, younger man MISCHA "I ordered a woman." I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe. His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. "You reserved an appointment with Abbi." I can't pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? "I'm Abbi." Who names their son Abbi? "Obviously, I thought you were a woman." The perky clerk at the front desk failed to mention that Abbi, the only masseuse available today, was a man. For what I'm paying for this private massage, mistakes are unacceptable, especially after the day I've had. "As you can see, I'm not a woman, Ma'am." He emphasizes that last bit. I openly examine him. He looks to be in his late 20s, likely only a few years younger than me. The white cotton t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and seems tight enough at the sleeves to cut off circulation to his bulging biceps. His blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, is parted at the side and neatly combed back, giving him the appearance of a business man more than a masseuse. I start to shut the door. "Please have them send someone else." Abbi holds the door open, not budging. "What you see is what you get, lady." He's dropped the formalities. "And if you cancel without notice, I'll still have to charge you the full amount." I consider unleashing my pent up anger on him - I'm the one paying to be pampered here - but then I see his hands. Big. Like basketball player big. With an abundance of veins. Veiny, man hands are my weakness. I swing the door open. I may as well partake in what I'm already paying for. "I only want a massage. Nothing extra." As he walks past me, I can't help but notice just how tall he is. I'm 5'11'' and he towers over me. I fear I may have spoken prematurely, Abbi enters my room without a second glance, carrying a large massage table like it's as light as a lawn chair. "What the client wants, the client gets." His earthy cologne reminds me that this man's massive hands will be all over my naked body and I don't even know his last name. "Where would you like me to set up?" His tone is polite, but his deep brown eyes are impatient. He's one of those men who's broodingly handsome when he's pissed. "On the balcony." The proximity to the clear blue ocean was the reason I spent my entire year-end bonus on this room. I plan to soak in as much of the view as possible. I follow him onto the balcony, exhaling silently. We've started out on the wrong foot and he's not to blame. If my boss hadn't broken his promise to not contact me during my vacation, I may have been a little less hostile. I try to remedy my mishap. "Would you like anything to drink? Water? Juice?" I have a six-pack of beer, but it seems like offering him alcohol would be inappropriate. "I'm fine," he responds, continuing to set up his table without looking my way. His white linen pants loosely caress his shapely buttocks as he spreads a white cotton sheet over the table. In the light of the afternoon sun, I spot the sharp curves of a runner's thighs and catch a flash in my mind of Abbi jogging bare-chested and barefoot on the beach. I put my pride on hold. "Look, I apologize about before. My boss has been hounding me all day with useless requests and all I want is to enjoy my vacation. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you. I'm sorry." It's been a while since I've owned up to a mistake. In the world of business, admitting a wrongdoing is the equivalent of tossing yourself to a pack of wolves. Oddly, Abbi gives me the impression he won't hold it against me. He leans against the table, arms crossed over his expansive chest, the afternoon sun casting shadows on his biceps at the perfect angle to emphasize their solidity. This is exactly why I wanted a female masseuse, to avoid any feelings of...arousal. "That's a first." His boyish smile lights up his face and my heartbeat kicks up a notch. "What is?" "A customer apologizing. It doesn't happen often." I'm not sure if he's being smug or sincere. "Well, just don't think you can guilt me into giving you a bigger tip. You'll still have to earn it." "Don't worry, I'll earn it." He returns to his preparations. Yep, he's definitely being smug. "I'll leave you to it then," I say, before escaping to the kitchen. I down a shot of coconut rum. He is the complete opposite of what I was expecting - male and hot as sin. How am I supposed to relax with that man's hands rubbing and stroking my needy body? If it hadn't been so long since I'd had some dick, I'd be less of a wreck right now. I deal with men of all ilks on a regular basis - tall ones, short ones, handsome ones, aggressive ones. And I always manage to come out on top in the age-old battle of the sexes. So, why is it that this blonde Adonis is throwing me off my game? Maybe it's all the rumors I read online about spa resort masseuses and the things they're willing to do for a good tip. I'm not the kind of person to request something like that. When I get laid on this vacation, it won't be because I'm paying for it. I'm not that desperate. Right? It's not like anything will happen anyway. He's a professional. My attraction to him is the only thing making this awkward. "Suck it up," I whisper to myself. "It's just a massage." I take another shot, before remembering how horny rum makes me. "Shit." And I realize just how naked I am beneath the robe I'll be shedding. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* ABBI I turn up the heat on the massage table to just below medium. Judging from how high-strung she is, my guess is this client runs a little hot. I set up my smartphone along with a small speaker on the patio table, selecting a new-age playlist for now, hoping it will bring her anxiety down a notch. A massage is exactly what she needs. It might just relieve some of the tension she radiates like a nuclear bomb. I've had customers like her before, ones who prefer a female masseuse. They tend to be easily excitable and fear embarrassment of being aroused. I'll have to lean more on the mechanical than sensual side for this one, though it doesn't help that she's so stunning. When she first opened the door, I was thrown off balance. Black women are a rarity in these types of resorts, which cater to white, suburban housewives. Finding her on the other side of the door was a surprise. And the glare she sported did nothing to mask her natural beauty. Her brown eyes, darker brown than my own, were almond-shaped and almost too large for her round face. Pouty lips belied her headstrong personality. And then there was her skin, the rich brown of freshly ground cacao beans and smooth as marble underneath her white robe. Even now, my hands are itching to get a feel of her. She finally joins me on the balcony, looking a little unsure of how to proceed. "Should I just..." She begins to loosen the belt on her robe. The cheeky side of me wants to just stand there and let her strip down in all her feminine glory, but I suppress the impulse. "Is this your first massage?" I ask in a gentle tone. She pauses her movements. "Yes." I stand between the rail of the balcony and the massage table. Grabbing a cotton sheet, I hold it up in front of me, everything below her neck shielded from my eyes and those of anyone passing by on the beach. "I would recommend going completely nude, but you can keep on whatever undergarments you prefer. Whatever makes you comfortable." She hesitates before saying, "I'll go nude then." I had expected her to at least leave on her panties. Most women do. I turn my head as she disrobes. I swallow, imagining how the sunlight must be illuminating her immaculate skin. "As you wish. You can rest your face down in the donut." I hear the squeak of her climbing onto the table and give her a few seconds to settle in. I drop the sheet, covering her body up to her shoulder blades. I remain silent, hoping the swish of the swaying palm trees in the warm breeze, paired with the music, will begin to put her at ease. Me and her both. "How do you like the heat of the table?" "Just a little too warm." I smile to myself as I turn it down. "It should take a minute or two to cool down, but just let me know if it's still too warm." "I will." She seems like the type who's not afraid to be clear about what she wants. I briefly wonder if that translates to the bedroom before dismissing the thought. I move to the head of the table, knowing her only view is of my bare feet. "What kind of massage would you like today?" "What do you suggest?" "Well, it depends on what you're looking for. Our deep tissue massage is great for targeting any problem areas, like neck and lower back pain. Our most popular is the Swedish massage, which is full body and more for relaxation. It's also my specialty." My unique technique, honed during various apprenticeships under the best in the business, is the reason I'm making a more than decent living as a masseuse and traveling the world for almost nothing. It's also the reason I'm the second-most requested masseuse at the resort. The most popular of the three of us has mastered "alternative" techniques I have no interest in trying out. "Let's go with the Swedish." I like the sound of that last word on her tongue. "Yes, Ma'am." "Please, call me Mischa." The name suits her - complex, with both a feminine and masculine energy to it. "Mischa." I move the sheet lower, to rest just above the crack in her cheeks. My cock stirs at the sight of the colorful butterfly tattooed in the middle of her hip bone. Part of it disappears beneath the sheet covering her ample bottom. "Beautiful name." For a beautiful woman. "My mom was a ballerina and studied in Russia for a few years. She heard the name in a song and never forgot it. Most Americans I meet think it's just made up." "I'm Scandinavian, so I know better." I squirt coconut oil into my hands. The raspy sound of my palms rubbing together fills the lull in our conversation. I place my hands onto her shoulder blades and she tenses slightly before finally exhaling, her back muscles relaxing. The contrast of my pale hands against the deep brown of her smooth back is enough to get my dick twitching. The velvety softness of her firm skin, however, is what kicks my cock into full gear. I slide my hands over her back, warm and slippery. The oil on her skin glistens. The fragrance of coconut wafts around us. Good thing her view is obstructed, or she'd see my dick already standing at half mast. "What part?" She breaks into my thoughts. "Sweden." Even my pronunciation of my home country has become Americanized. "Lovely country. And people. My business has taken me to Scandinavia more than once." "I miss it." It's been over a year since I've seen my family and my mother regularly asks when I'll be coming home. The guilt has only grown with time, but I've fought hard not to let it distract me from my mission. I plan to set foot on every island in the Caribbean before returning to my homeland. I'm only halfway there. Her upper back is tight and I don't hold back in working out the knots, taking care not to go too deep. Slowly, the tension in her shoulder blades releases. I move further south, kneading her lower back, and she moans, as though involuntarily. I release some of my own tension, gently bumping my stiffening cock against the table. "Just let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable and I can adjust." What I really want is to make her moan again. I rub more massage oil into my hands and increase the pressure of my ministrations. Her muscles have no choice but to obey, succumbing to my movements. "I've got a high tolerance for pain." She sighs and my dick is now officially at full mast. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* MISCHA His movements hesitate, for just a moment, before continuing to my hip bones. I raise an eyebrow. He presses his thumbs into my flesh, the tenderness in that spot causing me to suck in a breath. He pauses. "How are you doing?" The mix of pain and pleasure is surprisingly arousing, a rush unlike anything I've felt before. My pussy clenches beneath the sheet and I hope he won't notice the slight rock of my hips. I've worked long hours to be here; I've been a star employee, at the beck and call of senior management for years, slowly rising the ranks of leadership. My first couple of days on the secluded island are proving to be worth all of it. And Abbi is fast becoming the decadent fondant on my chocolate cake. "Fine. Just a little tender." In a good way. "Ok, I'll do some work on your arms for now. We can come back to that later." His voice sounds lower, hungry even. I almost protest - I'm enjoying the ache - but instead let him lead the way. It feels good to not be in control, a rarity in my position. He molds his long fingers across my tricep, squeezing as he runs his hand down my arm. He pauses at my wrist, engulfing the delicate bone in his monstrous hand, and I shudder. He does the same to my other arm. I continue with the small talk to distract myself from the tingling between my thighs. "How long have you lived on the island?" "Almost a year, but I usually don't stay in the same place for too long." "Not a bad idea," I say, imagining how nice it would be to live a more nomadic life, going wherever the wind takes me. "My mom would disagree with you." "I'm sure she's just worried about you. Being a massage therapist doesn't offer the same security as a 9-to-5 job." "I earn twice as much as my dad did when he retired. I wish it were just about the money." That's impressive. "Maybe she just wants you to settle down. Start a family. Assuming you don't have kids..." I'm fishing and don't care if he realizes it. I'm on vacation, damnit. I can flirt with my hot, young masseuse. "I don't. And don't plan to until I'm over 35. Gives me a good eight years to be selfish." Okay, so he's a lot younger than me. "Same here. I like to spend my hard-earned money on me, myself and I." I grin. "And you, of course." "Much appreciated, Ma-" he catches himself, "Mischa." "You've already more than earned your tip, by the way." "I'm just getting started." He moves the sheet up, exposing my thick thighs and calves to the island breeze. He grabs my calves and spreads my thighs a little wider apart. I'm thankful for the cloth covering my buttocks and moistening sex. "Being single is a state of mind, I always say." He presses the heel of his hand into the side of my ass cheek and then kneads it with both hands. I exhale. No one has ever massaged my ass. "I've learned to really savor the time I spend with people, as well as the time I spend alone." "I completely agree. I was in a relationship for seven years that was going absolutely nowhere. I decided I could either force marriage on the both of us or go solo and become the person I've always wanted to be. I chose the latter." "That seems to be working out nicely for you." I smile. "It is." We both remain silent as he focuses on one and then the other buttock. When his hands land on the backs of my thighs, I'm ready. He massages first the outer and then the inner thigh muscles, using both hands simultaneously. My thick thighs are no challenge for his strong hands and the muscles begin to loosen like all the other areas he's conquered. My inner thighs are especially sensitive from the constant friction of rubbing together. My pussy is all but dripping now. He returns to the side of the table. "Do you mind if I remove the sheet completely?" "Not at all." As far as I'm concerned, he won't see anything he hasn't already seen before. I doubt I'm the first woman he's aroused. I close my eyes, letting the tiny insecurities about my body drift away with the warm breeze. The music has shifted from new age to more of a chill vibe. It creates the perfect ambience for this outdoor setting. I've surrendered to Abbi's hands and to the experience in general. I'm completely exposed and along for the ride. Without the barrier of the sheet, his hands glide up and down my ass, the glorious sensation accentuated by the squelching sound of hands on oiled flesh. My cheeks jiggle in his pliant hands and I pray they don't make a clapping sound. I adjust my right arm, lifting it slightly off the table. It comes into contact with something hard. Oh shit, it's his dick. "Sorry," I say in a rush, my face growing hot. He clears his throat. "I'm the one who should apologize. I'm usually a lot better at, um, controlling myself." I'm thoroughly embarrassed but also deeply flattered. Stretch marks and all, my ass excites a man all the way from Sweden, from a world literally thousands of miles away from mine. "I'll just take it as a compliment." He grips my hips and then slowly runs both hands from my waist to my feet. I curl my toes in response, fearing I'll soak the sheet beneath my drenched channel. All hope of keeping my arousal under control flies out the window when he begins to work on my feet. I've long suspected the soles of my feet were an erogenous zone but had never left them in the hands of a skilled masseuse. I moan with abandon when he presses his thumb into the arch of my foot, a spark shooting straight to my clitoris. He squeezes my foot and massages the same sensitive area. The image of his hard cock tenting his thin linen pants crosses my mind. Before I can stop myself, my arousal builds to a blinding crescendo and I come, crying out. My hips rise up from the table, ass in the air, as I ride out the orgasm, vaguely aware that I'm on full display. It's refreshingly liberating. Without a word, Abbi gingerly moves to the other foot, repeating the same movements in the same order and like some on-demand orgasm machine, I come again, this time able to feel the juices leak from my pussy. I think I hear him emit a low, guttural growl. I whimper, imagining how this must all look. "Oh God," I whisper, not at all sure how to break the silence. "An unavoidable hazard of the job," Abbi says, his voice tinted with arousal. He moves the sheet back into place, covering my back and legs. At my shoulder blades, he raises the sheet up just a little. "I'm going to have you flip over now." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* ABBI I knew my little trick would work. She popped like a champagne bottle cork. Twice. I should feel guilty, but once I uncovered her soaking wet pussy, I couldn't help myself. I resist the urge to press my cock against the table and rub my desire away. She's not the first woman I've made orgasm during a foot massage; she's just the first I've wanted to fuck. Mischa's release is phenomenal to witness. Her ass high in the air, as her juices dripped from her sweet pussy, made me want to bury my tongue in her leaking channel and suck away. My pleasure is linked to hers. And I'm willing to risk it all just for a taste of what she has to give. I want to offer the highest form pleasure to this dazzling creature writhing beneath my hands, who makes me remember why I became a massage therapist in the first place. Satisfying women has always satisfied me. Mischa has taken this experience to a new level and I'm curious to see how far we can go....together. She has to feel this connection between us. Mischa rolls onto her back and our eyes meet. Her brown irises have gone black with desire. The sheet rests so that just the tops of her full breasts are exposed. Her pebbled nipples beneath the sheet call out to my tongue and I long to wrap my entire mouth around her peak. Mischa's gaze drops to the conspicuous bulge in my pants. Not only do her eyes burn a hole in my crotch, but she licks her lips. Those lips that are made for fucking. I admit I've often towed the line between sensuality and sex in my career as a masseuse. It's unavoidable. As long as the arrangement is consensual, I don't sweat it. And most resorts turn a blind eye to whatever goes on behind closed doors. But I've only ever focused on the pleasure of my client, offering hand jobs by request, with all the work done on my part and the woman's orgasm my top priority. Although I've been offered all kinds of sex in return, I've never accepted. Now, all I want is to slip my hard dick between Mischa's luscious lips while thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy. Suddenly, the sheet covering Mischa's chest lowers. Her brown breasts are fully exposed. Her nipples are made for sucking, wide and accentuated by slightly darker, large areola. She arches her back, her full globes thrusting toward the sky. I take the hint, squirting more oil into my hands and warming them before engulfing her breasts. "Yes," she breathes huskily. My dick aches to be freed from the confines of my pants. I rub in slow circles, covering her breasts in a thin sheen of oil. I flick my thumbs over her hard nipples and she arches her back again. I hump the side of the table, rubbing my hard dick up and down the smooth edge. The little mewling sounds she makes prompt me to hump faster. One of her hands moves beneath the sheet, down between her thighs. The sheet moves up and down with her motion. She's rubbing her clit. I moan in appreciation and she responds by using her other hand to squeeze my cock through my linen pants. "Fuck," I hiss. She loosens the string around my pants and frees my cock in record time. Pre-cum escapes at the sight of her slender brown fingers wrapped around my pink cock. Her gaze is laser-focused on the purple head. I cup one breast with both hands and squeeze. She pants my name, "Abbi." I do the same to the other breast before leaning down to flick her nipple with my tongue. Her orgasm comes fast - her expression twisted with lust - as she clamps down on my dick with her hand. Unable to hold back, I thrust one last time, before cum erupts from cock, squirting all over her oiled breasts. She releases me to rub the creamy cum into her tits, before grabbing my member again and running that same cum up and down my twitching dick. I finish what she started, rubbing the rest of my cum into her breasts and tugging at her darkened nipples. Mischa laughs with abandon; sensual music to my ears. "I will never mistake you for a woman again." I give one last thrust with my softening dick. "I hope not." Later, I wait by the hotel room door as she washes up. I'm working up the courage to ask her out, take her on a real date. In my short time here, I've become familiar with all the spots locals keep a secret from the tourists and would love to give her an intimate tour of the island. Mischa walks out of the bathroom, wrapped up tight. My mouth waters at the memory of what's beneath her robe. I long to familiarize myself with the parts I have yet to see. Before I can speak the words to ask her out, however, she's shoving a wad of cash into my hand. It's easily triple what I usually get. Avoiding my eyes she says, "Thank you. I really needed that." "It was my pleasure," I say, trying to will her to meet my eyes. "How about-" "I really have to get some work done tonight. Thanks again, you're very good at your job." She still refuses to meet my gaze. I reach for her hand and place the cash in her palm. "Your pleasure was tip enough." I give her a light kiss on the cheek. "I want you, Mischa, not your money. I hope to see you again tomorrow night." I let myself out, though I want more than anything to just stay and spend the night exploring every crevice of her tight body. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* MISCHA The full-on shame hits the morning after. I've become some unhinged cougar who jerks younger men off and rubs their cum into my tits. Hours later, the memory of his warm seed squirting all over me makes me clamp my thighs together. My panties are already drenched. I sit in the dining area, pushing pieces of pancake around on my plate. I need to figure out my next move. Should I book another appointment? Is he even working today? If I request him specifically, will people figure out what happened between us? Abbi has marked me. His hands are seared into my feet, my back, my breasts. I exhale. He knew exactly how to stimulate my breasts, using just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. He'd made me aware of sensitive spots I never knew existed. He seemed to know my titties better than I did. My pussy gushes imagining those nimble fingers rubbing between my slick folds and dipping into me. Those capable fingers could definitely locate my elusive g-spot, where so many men have failed before. I wonder if orgasming from g-spot stimulation can produce an even stronger release. Especially if he's eating me out at the same time. And massaging my breasts. Is that physically possible? I smile to myself. He seems like the flexible type. "He was amazing," I overhear a woman say from a couple of tables over. She's attractive, in her mid-40s, with a golden brown tan that highlights the toned muscles of her abs. She sits with a woman who could be her twin, both dressed in bikini tops and sarongs. "I know," her companion says in a hushed whisper. "I had no idea I was a squirter." The first woman laughs. "The things he did with my ass..." I rush out of the dining area before I can hear the rest. The stiffness in my neck that disappeared with Abbi's massage is returning with a vengeance, along with a throb in my temples. I'm an idiot. "How could I have been so stupid?" I whisper to myself. I'm no different from all these other women paying a young stud to get them off; one who would likely not give them the time of day outside of a hotel room. Although I initially had no intention of getting anything more than just a massage, I'd let him give me multiple orgasms and even jerked him off. And rubbed his cum all over my tits. I've decided. It's best for the both of us if this just ends now and I save myself the embarrassment of trying to pay a man for sex for the second time in my life. In my hotel room, I schedule an appointment with another masseuse, making sure it really is a woman this time. The tension in my back and neck is at an all-time high. An hour later, I answer the knock at my door. Abbi glares back at me. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* ABBI "Abbi," she stumbles as I invite myself in. I move quickly without my massage table, which I don't need because I'm not on duty. I'm here to find out exactly why she ordered a massage from somebody else and why she's been avoiding my calls to her hotel room. She's been on my mind all night - I jerked off a record number of times to her ass alone - and all throughout the day. I even turned down special requests because the only pussy I want to massage is hers. I try not to let the fact that she's probably naked under her robe distract me. "Have something you need to say to me?" She crosses her arms over her chest, having gotten over her initial shock of my sudden arrival. The onerous woman I first met is back in full force. "Oh, I would think it's the other way around. Anything you want to say to me?" I furrow my brow, not sure what's going on here. "I've been straight with you from the beginning. You're the one making appointments behind my back." "I wasn't aware our exchange yesterday sealed us in some sort of exclusive contract. I can get a massage from whomever I like. And it's not as though you're strapped for customers." I sigh, beginning to understand what this is about. "I cleared my appointments tonight for you. I don't want anyone else." "Not even the squirter?" I scoffed. "The what?" Mischa places her hands on her hips. "Don't act like you don't remember the woman you made squirt. Apparently, for the first time." I shake my head. "That wasn't me." "The hell it wasn't." I tilt my head to the side, amused. "Did she use my name?" She pauses. "No," she admits reluctantly. "Then how do you know it was me?" "Because she said 'he'. It's not the female masseuse, so it must be you." "Or the other male massage therapist at the hotel. Brent." It's fun to watch her consider her error. "How was I to know there were two of you? I just assumed what we did last night was something you did for all the women." "I won't lie. You aren't the first one I've brought to climax. But it's only been hand jobs. And I've never let anyone touch me. Until you." She drops her hands from her hips and sighs. "What do you want from me, Abbi? I didn't come here for complications. I just want to relax." "And I want to help you do that, if you would just let me, woman," I say with a growl. "It's not that simple." "I beg to differ." We face off and I'm not sure if she's going to kick me out or invite me into her bed. "Fine." Mischa opens her robe and lets it fall to the ground. "What'd you have in mind?" My mouth hangs open at the complete woman before me. Her majestic body is on full display under the flood lights. Her full breasts jiggle as she arches her back and wide hips flare out from a tapered waist. The patch of black curls at the apex of her ample thighs draws my attention to her womanhood. I wet my lips. "You have no idea." Later, I spread her nude form out on the bed, a white cloth placed over her eyes. The lights are dimmed and the patio doors are open to let in the soothing sound of the waves. I know she can just barely make out my outline behind the gauzy fabric. I stand at the side of the bed and hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. "Yes, baby," she whispers. "Let me see that big dick." I slowly slide down my boxer briefs, my hard cock springing free. I kick off my briefs and grab my dick, flicking the hard appendage up and down. Mischa gulps loudly. "I want you in my mouth. Let me taste you." "As you wish." I gently move her head to the side, angling her mouth toward my dick. She opens wide and I slowly slide in between her plump lips. Her mouth is warm and moist and I begin to thrust into her opening, slowly at first. She moves her hand to grip my ass and I increase the speed of my gyrations. She moans deeply, the vibration almost making me come. "Hold on, Mischa. I don't want to come just yet." I slide my dick out of her mouth, the absence of her warmth almost making me want to slip back in. "Time for me to taste you," I say, walking around to the foot of the bed. I kneel and slide her body down to the edge of the bed, until her pussy is an inch from my face. I breathe her in and stroke my cock, the aroma sweet and spicy, like coconut rum. She grinds her pelvis into the air. "Eat my pussy, Abbi." "Which style would you prefer? Sucking? Licking? Biting?" She moans and her juices leak from her hot channel. "All three." "My favorite." I part her lips with my free hand, continuing to stroke my rock hard dick with the other. I search for her clit with the tip of my tongue. She places her hand on the top of my head, pushing my face into her pussy lips as she grinds her hips, matching my eagerness. I respond in kind, sucking on her stiff clit. I alternate between licking and sucking on her obscured pearl. She's a rare treat with a flavor exclusive to her divine pussy. "I'm gonna come." She pants. "I'm coming. Oh, yes, I'm coming..." A slow moan bubbles up from her belly as she comes. And before she can recover, I tug on her clit with my teeth, sending her straight into another orgasm. "Abbi," she whimpers. My name on her lips makes me stroke my cock with increasing ferocity. Mischa removes the cloth from her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows. She looks down at me jerking off between her legs. Her predatory gaze has me on the edge of coming. "My turn." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* MISCHA Abbi is the hottest man I've ever let anywhere near my pussy. He lies face down on the bed, his arms on either side of his head, the pose lengthening his sculpted back and shoulder muscles. I'd forgotten how hot it was to fuck a man in his 20s. I squirt some oil into my hands - the mix of coconut and lavender oil I never travel without - and run them along his muscular back. I have no clue what I'm doing, but he seems to like it, grunting like some caveman. It's not long before I make my way to his tight ass, his cheeks whiter than the rest of his body. I massage his hard buttocks, attempting to mimic his style from yesterday. I want to try something a little different though. I mount him, rubbing my clitoris into the back of one of his thighs, using his ass to hold my balance. The thick blonde hair on his legs creates a nice friction, but I need to see his dick. I squat over him. "Flip over." He rolls that beautiful body onto his back. I admire the hard lines of his pecks and the exquisite six-pack. I straddle his waist, his stiff cock cradled between my ass cheeks. He reaches up to fondle my breasts, as I run the length of my ass up and down his cock. "Fuck, Mischa." He lifts his head to suck on my sensitive nipple. "You make me wanna spread that tight ass and come all over your hole." "As you wish," I say, reversing positions, so that I'm squatting over his thighs with my ass in full view. I spread my cheeks. "Come all over my ass." He massages one of my cheeks in his massive hand, while jerking himself off furiously. He cries out as I feel his warm cum hit my ass, dripping from top to bottom between my crack. I feel his finger swirl cum around my hole, before he dips the tip in lightly. He pauses, letting me adjust. "Deeper," I urge him on, surprised by how much I like the sensation. This is the first time I've let anyone near my tight rosebud. He pushes his finger in a little deeper, before slipping it out. He repeats the motion, fucking my asshole, while fingering my protruding clit. Another orgasm, unlike the others, builds up deep from my core. "Ah, ah." I want him inside of me when I come. Luckily, he's already hard again. I grab his thick cock and ease myself down until both of my holes are filled. Abbi pounds his hips into me, his long cock hitting what feels to be my g-spot. I slam down on his cock, both his finger and cock sliding in deeper. My orgasm hits with unrelenting fury, my pussy putting a death grip on his cock. He's close behind, his cum spraying against my cervix. I ride out my orgasm, as he continues to thrust into my vagina, coating it with his essence. Spent, I fall back on him. His finger and cock slide out of me. Our combined juices ooze from my channel as my pussy clenches at the loss of him. He wraps his arms around me from behind, rolling us onto our sides. I melt into him, his big body spooning mine. A weight has been lifted and I want to enjoy this freedom as long as possible. "How much longer do I have with you?" he asks, as though I've spoken my innermost thoughts aloud. "Five days, and four nights." "We'll have to make the most of it then." "I haven't even given you a tip yet." His cock begins to harden as he slowly thrusts his hips against my backside. "I can think of several ways for you to pay me." "Name your price," I say, happy to let him take the lead.

Title: Renamon gang bang by The Big Bad Wolf Tags: Anal, Fanfiction, Fox, Hermaphrodite, Kitsune, M/F, Oral, Orgy, Renamon, Rimming Shera is a vixen, a red furred canine with a very quiet secret. She is an ancient being, a kitsune. She has adapted herself to the ever changeing world and only used her magic tricks to stealth of the highest extremes. She is a college student, for her hundreth plus time in a row. She did not hate haveing to going to college over and over, but she would be at a total loss at the updates of this worlds history. But to mention her tricks.......... she is very cruel to those she knows. dropping red panties in the jocks wash. loosening the bolts to studets furniture. and planting some relationship breaking evidence. this kitsune had the urge to be a playful prankster and there was no stopping her. but maybe pranksters need to get what is comming for them shouldnt they?........... Shera was sleeping soundly, a nights worth of tricks had tired this fox out. her tail swished as her nude form lay under the sheets of her bed. the moon light shown through the blinds to light a gentle blue tint to her red fur. her form outlined in shadows. her beauty was very much arouseing. especially the green eyes that watched on the sides of the moon lit window. Whispers were quietly passed on as the green eyed strangers plotted something while watching Shera sleep. Silently a three fingered paw opened up the slideing window...... Shera awoke to exotic scents. she stirred and began to sit up but was surprised by several tall forms surrounding her. she shivered and out of fear shifted to her kitsune form. her six tails seperated and swished like a single flickering flame. The fursons approached her and came into the mysterious light that surrounded her. All of them were Renamon. But some were female. "Why am i here and what is going on?" said the confused red vixen. What looked like the leader, a female wearing gold arm gaurds, apporached. "He are the kitsune tribe who work on this territory......... you have been becoming a bother to our work at this college" "OH! hehe! im sorry, its just, i cant help it, and ive been moveing from college to college......" she blushed and tired to make up her excuses off the top of her head, a big anime sweat drop on the back of her head. "You do have a passing story, but the judgement wont alow that to let you go free." the leader smirked and crossed her arms across her bust. "What is the judgemnt for tresspassing?" she bows her head, submission for she didnt want any trouble. these type of kitsune used diamond conjureing magic and diamond is alot more painful than fire. "Since we are in season, we request that you help us satisfy our needs untill the night is over." she smiled warmfully to the submissive fem. "Hmmmmm what if i refuse?" a curious look on her sheepish face. "Death for tresspassing" the leader glared. "Hmmmmmm! sex or death? hmmmmmm? ORGY!!!" the kitsune bubbly answered, hideing her fear. A male stepped forward and offered his bulgeing throbbing white sheath to Shera. Shera nuzzled and licked it, causeign it to emerge and rise from its protection. A female walked up and grabbed the male for a deep and delicious kiss. Her middle paw figner roaming under his tail to probe his anus. Another male and female walked up, they lifted the kitsune up on her kneeds so that the female could have access to her bouncy boobies. She nuzzled Shera's breasts and murred when she began to suckle on her nipples. The male grinded his sheath up agianst her rear. Shera began to murr around the cock she is suckleing on. The queen then grinned and rubbed her crotch, it was obviously moist and eager for cock during the entire show. but what really caught shera's eye was something emerging from her sex. Shera Gasped, a cock and slipped out of the leader's cunt and is staning straight and slick with fem juices. when the leader began to apporach, everyone shifted. the fem and male at the kitsune's front switched so her cunt was in Shera's face, and the male entering her tailhole. As She laped at the fem infront of her. the male behind her slwoly and teaseingly entered his large cock into her tailhole. Her tails tightly embraced the smileing male. The Leader crawled under her and eased the red fox down onto her cock. The fem serviceing her breasts straddled goldy's face. Soon they all began to screw hard and fast. The cunt in shera's face would often pull away or shove and smash into her face, coating her muzzle and forehead with female musk. The leader and the male fucking her were driveing themselves like lust powered jack hammers. and for the one at her breasts, was moaning and screaming as she bit and tweaked shera's nipples. Shera was alsow screaming and moaning, she had not been fucked so good in centuries. For longer than possible, as if longer than she had lived, this rythm of receiveing all these thrusts and pokes and licks was drivieng her loins crazy, she would soon release her nights tension. But before her climax hit, the female in her face screamed into the ceiling and covered Shera's red muzzle in her love juices. The male plowing into her gripped the females wiast and what seemed hillarious at the moment of their expressions was his complete nirvana as he seemed to unload his own blood into the renamon he mounted. The remamon at her tits gave one good lone biteing tug on shera's nipple to complete her little eternity of an orgasm. a pool formed around and over the leaders head, she gurgled and screamed as she spurted her own delicious puddle of female fluids between her legs, and seemed to shoot the same into Shera's depths, beyond her womb and fullfilling. the male was the next, Shera didnt know how she was gonna clean that out but her bowls filled with the white spunky cream of the other mounter. After the room full of powerful orgasm. Shera's bodywas nothing but a tsunami of an orgasm. her body limp but tense, numb but feeling every nerver stand on end. Her cum not only flowed out of her pussy, but seemed to flood into the pool that they all were fucking in. Ten minutes of blissful after glow and the group lapped up the combined sex juices that collected on the floor. The renamon peacefully let Shera stay, untill she finished her course and left for a new college. They did plan on a next meet for the renamon season, and a whole year of mischeif. But our heroine not only spent a good four years of college, but the best four years of college. End\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ This story is a commission and tribute to a good friend, i wish her a happy time reading this. (P.S. i hope this earns me a score Teehee!) email me [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)

Title: the fox in the woods by Chaistyfox Tags: Character Development, M/F, Sex, Shapeshifting The fox in the woods It was time again for my master to go into town for supplies. i was left alone like many time before for long period of the day and into the night . the cabin was deep in the wood many miles away for town. While he is away i usually stay around the cabin and romp around and play near the cabin not to go to far into the woods. He always said "Remember there are many wild things that happen in the woods" i would replied "master, what is wrong with following the long dirt trails?" he replied " the trails take you deep in the woods and you make get hurt and lose your way back to the cabin Vixen" "please stay near the cabin until i return" i knew my master was concerned for me, i was after all a wild fox when he met me.. He had tamed the wild animal extincts to want to mate with other animals came in my mind more frequently lately . ithought those extincts were all but gone until i heard a howl in the wood down a trail close to cabin .. The sound was familar to me, it was as if it was a call to the wild.. i didn't know what to do! At first i wanted to run toward the sound but the warning i was told ringed in my head... But my senses wanted to follow the sound. i next thing i realize is i was running toward it.. closer and closer i got.. i felt mixed emotion course through me, staying clear of the bushes and tree vines that covered the trail.. then i came up to the sound it was silver fox in a trap. He had the most shining fur that i every seen .. I move closer to his body wandering who had put traps on the path and in the woods . There were no hunters that came to these woods for a long time.. My blood was racing for i have felt this fear since my master found me in the woods . I couldnt do anything for the silver fox my master was away.. i was thinking i better get back to the cabin before the moon starts to set and i have only the light of the moon to light my way.. I started back but i ran so fast i had lost my direction, i started run the fear was taking over .. faster i ran not paying attention to the path in front of me and felt myself falling foward into some thick dry branchesas i tried to get up i noticed the a branch had fallen onto my leg and i couldnt move it .. Oh my god , I thought. What now?? I didnt know if i should start howling knowing that someone had just caught the silver fox not far down the path ... Panic started to set in...then i heard a sound like twigs cracking... someone or something is coming closer, i tried to stay calm and quiet .. then the next thing that happen was ... A voice said " Shhh my little fox.. How did u get caught in thses branches?" his husky voice sounded friendly. i replied i was running to fast and didn't noticed them in front of me., " he replied "let me help free you for those branches." I noticed you have a cut on your leg and its starting to swell, I have a litttle camp a mile or two away i can take you and dress your wound then take you where you were running too.. Still a little afraid i had no choice i couldn't walk back to the cabin , i had to trust him as he put his muscular arms around me and lifted to his chest . i discovered that he had a unexpected gentleness about him, its was almost night and there was something about me that i didn't want him to find out and i had to get back to the cabin before the moon and darkness fell... It was a long walk it seem like it we never were going to arrive at his campfire,its was getting real close to nightfall. we finally made it there, now i he can fix my wound and i can get back . " now this might hurt a little foxy" well now your leg is clean and bandaged.. I will take you where you want to go.. "may i ask where is that?" he said .. i repiled "I kinda got turned around and lost but i should be able to track my way back " he laughed "oh i see.. the next thing happen shouldn't of.. the night had fallen and i dont notice it maybe it was the look in his eyes the put me in a trance.. Let me pack my camp and we will head off " he said . Then thing i didnt want to happen in front of him was going too, nothing i could do about it. Suddenly my body started to change with the night.. my body had a figure of a human girl with my auburn hair cover part of my body, my thought were to run away but i couldn't move . "OH MY!!!! he said. stand still in a daze looking at the girl now in front of him . "how did you do that? I am a certain knid of creature that changing at sun setting to human form and a fox during the day. "then we better get you back to your master before anything more happening. "May i asked your name? " he asked. i replied" vixen".. I felt mixed emotions in my head i wasn't suppose to want another, the urge to have him was growing stronger then he came closer and pick me up to take me home.. I look in to his eyes .. and asked "what is your name?" Matt I didn't know what i was feeling at that moment , my arms where around his neck and my lips so close to his we could of touched, then he unexpectedly kissed me his lips so gentle and his tongue pressing between my lips and pushed its way into mine ..sent a shock of electrictly into my body.. Despite the fact that i had no control over my body movements i was in total control of my mind. he had mental hold over my body , its was a feeling that i didnt want to stop... the trail was many miles long back to the cabin, along the way i felt strangely connected to Matt and the feeling of being half naked made me even want to seee more of him . As we were coming to the clearing i could see the cabin in the distance... " i can see the cabin ahead, matt" i replied. " Oh very good, i safely got you home" matt replied with studder in his voice.. He was happy that he had found her master cabin but the desire he had not to want to leave her was great.. "i better take you inside and at least make you your comfortable until your master gets back" Matt watched as the emotion came over vixen's face, "are you certain you will be aright? " Vixen didnt know how to answer she want him to stay the desire to feel his arms around her again.. Well.. No! answering with fear and excitment in her voice.. As i look up to see Matt has standing over the bed.. i felt a fierce passionate primal feeling come over me.. i want to devore him. I had to react fast my body was screaming to do something that wasn't nature to me.. Matt looked emotionless and stunned. "what do you mean No, vixen" repield matt as he lean over vixen half naked body...Do you not want me to leave?" Once again i found myself unable to move his body was having a severe affect on me, the presence of is body over mine bought the animal over in me as matt came closer his body was so close his scent was overcoming .. As night began to fall, the darkness was something i didnt want to be alone in .. but matt had other ideas.. There was something troubling him in the look in his eyes and didn"t know the secret he was keeping but do i dare ask him. "I must leave you now Vixen and get back to my camp before the night turn to pitch black" With a temble in his voice. "Can you turn the light up before you leave Matt" with hestitation in his voice "you have the light of the full moon shining in here." " Now vixen get some sleep i sure your master will return soon" As i started to close my eyes i saw something in the of door way as matt was leaving the moonlight was cast a shadow over him and what i saw made my body shake.. I couldn't believe what i was seeing.. " Matt are you alright?" i screamed out with panic in my voice..." Why do you asked?" "i thought i saw shape of a wolf in the doorway as i closed my eyes"' Matt turned to lead back to the bed .. "do you really want to see what was in the doorway? I can show you... " I dont think i can close my eyes again until i know" "please don't be scare a what you see" (you could feel the panic in his voice).. then next thing i saw was a large gray husky wolf leaning over the bed..i could believe what was happening my body was trembling with desire as i was looking into his eyes i reaches my hand to touch him.. Matt repiled. "do you like what you see?" " Oh Yes!" I wondered if he could see how my body heat was rising and tremble with the thought of him body over me.. I could feel my body wanting him to dominate me in such a way to being oout the wild animal in me.. "Oh really, Vixen." matt replied as his mouth moved closer to mine. " as i open my mouth to answer him , i felt the wettness of his tongue pressing against mine while a surge of desire flow across by body to surrender to his beast .. i knew he could feel the heat coming off my body then in a flurry of movement our body were naked and the clothes thrown on the floor ... "I feel better without those clothes and you vixen doesn't it feel natural " "Why yes Matt! slightly blushing .. all i could do at that moment was to look at his big furry hard chest, the soft hair over his muscles and his toned thighs . i felt very strange feeling as my eyes saw his massive cock ... "Well?" " Are u afraid to release your animal passion? matt asked .. "i been wondering how it would feel to have the beast release in me? " vixen answered him "Let me have you and i make that come true" matt repiled.. i braced myself for what was unknown to come.. I relaxed a bit as matt started to lick my neck then down my throat and slowly moved his wet tongue of my firm breast and continue to until the hard erect nipple was wet with his saliva . i had ever felt such sensation as if he was savoring the taste of my body.. " shall i go further"? matt asked . "Yes! release that is seal in me" Matt began to moved his tougue slowly my hard belly and began to lick my inner thighs as if he was teases me. i could feel my pussy getting very warm and wet .. as he moved his tongue over my clit .. licking strong and hard and fast.. I felt my entire body trembles with ecstasy . I couldnot believe what was happening ..this feel wonderful .. Suddenly i was dripping wet with his saliva from his licking.. then i felt his hands holding my waist . " May i Now i will release you desire " matt asked " Yes let me take you in" Vixen breathing hard.. " Slowly he move over me, his body ontop of mine my thighs parting to his hardened cock against my tongue wet lips I felt it nudge within my pussy slit then he pulled himself up onto his knees .. parting my thighs even wider, gripped my waist and began pulling me onto him . thrusting slowly at first as if wanting to enjoy the sensation of the very first thrust of the animal sex being released... then the thrust came hard and deeper as he pulled me down on his balls until its whole head and cock deep into me.. I felt something deep inside me break free "What have you done? vixen asked almost scare he would stop. "You have began to release the animal in you at your request, vixen ." "I will continue to show you more ways to release more" more to follow

Kinky Witch 7: Halloween “Hmm,” came the murmur in my ear. I could feel the tips of her nails tracing around my chest as she pressed into me. I could also feel the warmth emanating from the tips of her fingers. It radiated through me as I felt muscles tense and shift. Mostly it was a pleasant sensation, though the cracking in my feet as they shifted was a bit uncomfortable. I grunted enough to make it clear I was awake. That only enticed her to pounce. She rolled me over for a moment, her lips slipping onto my hardening cock. It was nice, she could take me all the way and she did. Or at least she did until I felt myself start to grow. Her finger tips danced along my balls as she shifted upward with my growing erection. It wasn’t long before her head was a good six or eight inches above the crest of my hips when she bottomed out. It was enough though as I felt my hips buck a bit and my balls tighten to let her suck down the first load. I’d barely noticed the continuing changes as I’d orgasmed but I could feel fresh weights on my head, while my back itched. But she wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot. She quickly slid over onto her stomach and presented herself to me. Even in the dim light I could see her luscious sex spread, waiting as I mounted her. Her fingers coiling into the bedding as she moaned under the thumping of our hips. I was almost too big for her, but she took all of my increased size and girth, and with pleasure. I could feel it when she bored down and held me as her orgasm slipped around her, leaving her panting and breathless for a moment. By this point my wings were now stretching out behind me, I could feel them brush the walls. Intrigued I wondered what she’d made of me. I started to set foot out of bed, hearing the hard thump of my foot on the carpet, but never got farther as I found myself dragged back in for another round, before she was satisfied enough to let me get up and make the coffee. *** *** *** Thankfully my wife had modified my clothes enough that I still could wear a button down and a tie. It looked kind of strange with giant bat wings sprouting from my shoulder and the scruffy mutton chopped look of my dark hair and beard, all offset by two giant ram’s horns that curled around my pointed red ears. The hooves were a nice touch, but it’d taken me a while to get used to walking on them, thankfully the stinger tipped tail was a nice counter balance. Overall, I think I made a wonderfully handsome demon, albeit a bit of scruffy one. My wife obviously had agreed. After the morning wake up sessions it was quite obvious, she’d planned this little design for her own devilish purposes. I still had the welts from her nails across my shoulders from when she ambushed me as I made coffee. She hadn’t let me get out of the house until I’d fucked her at least once more over the dryer and left her legs shaking so much that she just melted down onto a spare towel and said she’d get up later. Though she had taken the time to clean my dick once more with her tongue. Still, I’d left her in a pool of our mixed juices happily still making small noises as she came down from the last impromptu session. The body clearly had upped my carnal desire and stamina and I was constantly having to reign in impulses to check out women. I was only mildly grumpy about running late, but a bit more annoyed that all the distractions had left me without my morning coffee. It was just enough to get me to scare the first person who said good morning as I turned my demonic grin, teeth and all, on them with a “WHAT?” I’d apologized and explained I hadn’t had a chance for coffee yet. I shook my head as I headed up the elevator, wondering what her plans for this evening were. She always had something special to come home to. It was a spiritual holiday for her and she let loose with her magic. I expected that she’d be ready for some fun when I got home, which was good because I was finding keeping this body’s urges under control was a bit harder than I expected. I certainly had a time trying not to notice every woman’s assets today, like I was drawn to them. My tail twitched lustily. Other parts twitched too. I tried to be discrete. *** *** *** The coffee hissed as it hit the cup, thick and dark. I didn’t bother with any creamer as I turned around. “Ooh, nice costume!” “Thanks!” I nodded my head in appreciation, not that I could take credit for the work. Still I smiled back, and offered a nice malevolent grin to show off the full details. To her credit she just laughed, waved and headed off to the copier room. I trudged back to my desk, a stack of folders in my arms. My ears pricked at all kinds of small sounds that I normally didn’t notice. Though the most notable thing was the muffled clops on the ADA regulation carpet as I headed for my desk. Getting situated was another matter. My desk chair was certainly not made for wings or a tail. Not that I was used to having either, but it was Halloween and I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity for my wife to flaunt her magical stuff. I’d just gotten comfortable when another coworker, Daniel, peeked over my cube wall. “Wow, you really outdid yourself. I heard Janet in accounting almost pissed herself when you walked in. You’re going to win for sure!” Laughing at the mental image of prim little Janet shaking, I shook my head. “Nope, I didn’t enter.” “Why not?” “It’s not fair to the other folks here. My wife’s a professional.” “But it is the best costume!” A brief chuckle escaped my throat. If he only knew. “Fair’s fair. I talked to the committee and they agreed that I am not eligible.” It really wasn’t fair. It wasn’t really a costume, but I wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Besides, something about magic and using it to win contests results in bad karma or juju or something. So, if I want to go in style, I can’t take a prize from someone else who really put in the effort. My wife has been very clear on this. It sucks a little, but I figure it’s worth the chance to show off a bit in public. Daniel threw up his hands and shook his head before wandering off. If I knew anything, I knew that the whole day would be like this. I didn’t mind, too much, but a few folks did seem to resent me not participating in the contest. I think because they were tired of Maggie winning. She did an excellent costume, almost as good as my wife’s magic, but as far as I knew she was on the up and up. I wasn’t. *** *** *** By mid-morning most of the office had stopped by to take a peek at me, and I could finally get some work done, though I found typing with talons a bit harder than expected. I got the reports over to Janet, who seemed more interested than scared. I couldn’t help but notice the extra emphasis she made with her chest. She wasn’t the only one. I suspected I was putting off pheromones of some sort because more than a few women had unbuttoned a top button or two around me. Thankfully it was going to be a short day, I needed to be home before the trick-or-treat started. Lunch rolled around, which was obvious by the smells that started emanating from the main conference room and the increase in people talking and milling about. I shoved myself back from the desk and went over to join the crowd. Not that I could really blend in completely. Still about half the staff had dressed up. As always it was a mixed bag. Some folks with little more than a pair of cat ears or a rubble nose, while some went all out. Maggie could be seen flitting about in a full reproduction of Belle’s dress and what looked like a very complicated hair-do. She did cosplay on the weekends so was always a serious contender each year. She had won three years running now. A couple others were really dressed up too. There was the zombie, blood and gore Bill, while Felicity had opted to do a really neat alien costume, while Brandon had a full Rolf the Dog costume on from the Muppets. Those were the ones I could see. More filtered in as the party started. There was usual fanfare, which means my boss had to have his say about the holiday. This year he’d taken advantage of his height, or lack thereof, and worn a pair of giant fuzzy feet and stuck a pipe in his mouth. A gold ring hung on a chain around his neck. I chuckled at this. Given his short stature and high piping voice he made a very good hobbit, and most of the room applauded him to which he gave a sweeping bow and said ““I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” The savvier fans of the series were quick to laugh at this quote from Bilbo’s farewell speech. It got a good response though. With that he officially called us to the party. Not that it was anything much, a typical, if office-standard boring. A few spouses showed, and I was kind of sad my wife never attended with me. I grabbed some punch, and a cookie before looking for a seat to hear the annual award announcements. I checked my phone, 12:15. Hopefully they’d be prompt this year. I happened to spot a couple atomic fireballs on my way and grabbed those too. It seemed appropriate. Once settled into a nice low backed chair with a space for my tail, I was able to relax a little. I got a few more compliments on the demon outfit, and a couple questions about the horns. A few of the women making it obvious that I needed to be aware of some of their assets as well. Hopefully I could control myself until I got home. I focused on eating my cookie, sadly it was kind of a bland peanut butter one. The regional director had showed up finally, he gave his speech. Most of us tried to stifle yawns, but at last he was able to start handing out the awards. There was a round of surprise when Linda from purchasing won the best costume award. I hadn’t seen her before this, but she’d done up a modern take on wonder woman and put her tall athletic build to good use, and a lot of view. Maggie was runner up, just edging out Bill’s zombie. All in all, it was good fun and folks got some small gift bags. A few mutters reached my ears about how I never seemed to win. I just shrugged when some looked at me and went back to eating the dry cookie. *** *** *** I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as I got to my car and slid myself into the seat, careful to fold my wings so they wouldn’t get pinched. Getting out of the building had been something of a chore. Several folks had stopped to talk, and I was pretty sure Gabriella had been sizing me up in the elevator. I could smell her too, and I knew she was ready to go. My body probably would have obliged if I hadn’t gotten out of there as fast as my hooved feet could take me. Now, just in the seat of the car I could try to relax before heading home. It was going to be a long drive, but at least I’d not done anything stupid. Well, except notice how nice Gabriella’s ass really was. The drive was mostly pretty uneventful, other than the jackass who cut me off. I pulled up next to him and gave him a big snarl and he peeled off like the devil was after him. I just grinned and knew that for a moment I had considered it. By the time I’d pulled into the driveway it was already almost three. The afternoon sun was still bright, but I took a last moment to survey the damage to our yard. We’d spent days on decorations, we always did. Not the cheap inflatables. I had set up a whole grave yard this year complete with animatronic skeletons. My friend Harold was an engineer and was thrilled to give me a hand setting up the timers and triggers. Now the four skeletons actually stood up and did a bit of a strange dance when a motion sensor was tripped. Cobwebs that looked spun by a giant spider were all over the house too. The secret of these was special, since my wife had given herself a giant abdomen one night and spent the entire night scuttling across the roof to lay these gossamer threads. It’d been a bit fun afterwards too since apparently the task had left her rather horny come morning. I’d had the bite marks for nearly a week. Around the side I’d set up a scarecrow in a small patch of the garden, it’s eyes glowing red with some LED lighting, and an audio that played every seven minutes to do a cackling laugh. She’d set up a classic witch’s cauldron, more theatrical than the real one she used, and filled it with some green lights and a heavy dose of dry ice that puffed and smoked. She debated being the witch herself, but in the end, we’d set up a manikin in a black dress and pointed hat. Like the scarecrow it cackled regularly and I’d set a small motor to make the arms look like they were stirring the brew. I was proud of it. I nodded at all the work and slipped in the sliding door to find her waiting for me. *** *** *** Nothing needed to be said. My briefcase hit the floor about the same time as my pants. She was waiting. A few moments later she and I were engaged in a lustful embrace. I could feel her pawing at me, her lips all over my neck and shoulders. I was careful with my talons at first, but she demanded my full attention and I could feel her nails began to dig into me as her own talons grew. Slowly, I realized her skin under my fingers was changing. Small grooves crisscrossed her body as rich purplish-blue scales began to take shape. They were soft, mailable, yet firm and hard. Cool to the touch. I slowed my rhythm to watch as the scales slowly slid around my cock where it entered her, watching with some fascination as she clenched and released her muscles around me. Her ears pricked up and slowly lengthened, her tail soon swept out, thick and luxurious between hour legs, all while her nibbles became punctuated by sharper teeth and perhaps the slightest hint of a muzzle. By the time I had flipped her over to finish the job properly, her horns were growing in thick amongst her raven dark hair, sweeping up and back. Her claws dove into the fabric as she pushed back harder and harder into me, her hips thick and scaly, her tail draped over my shoulder. I watched as her wings grew with each thrust, spreading out wider even than my own. I took the time to dig my claws in, her hard scales able to take the pressure from the demonic grip as I pulled her hair in a knot around my fist and arced her back to meet my chest. From this position I made sure to see if her clit was still just as sensitive, only to be rewarded by very un-draconic squeaks of pleasure as she twitched in response to my fingertips. It seemed too fast but I knew by the clock it’d been a long lovemaking session when she reached her climax with me. I let loose a growl even as she roared in triumph before we collapsed on each other panting for breath. It was some time before we were able to untangle ourselves from our rutting position, the wings and tails making for an interesting juxtaposition of limbs to shift around on a couch designed for neither. Finally, we were able to get ourselves standing and we took a moment to just feel each other in a deep hug. Though it was clear that neither she nor I was completely sated. I could feel her absently playing with my cock while I was groping her ass with my hand. It was nice. We took the time to get ourselves showered off. Not that we didn’t take a few minutes for another quickie while in the shower. I found her draconic tastes included using her tail for some self-pleasure while she sucked me off again. I took the opportunity to suckle on her draconic teats. *** *** *** Finally, out of the shower and dried off, we switched into clothes more suitable for entertaining guests. The coven would be arriving tonight late, and while I couldn’t join the midnight festivities, I would be expected to host the indoor events. I ended up in a short trouser and vest, while she took to wearing a shimmering silver gown that left little to the imagination but was still appropriate for the public. At six our porch light snapped on. We were the favorite house in the neighborhood. Movie box candy, king sized chocolate candy bars, and many other goodies flew from our door that night. The only night we welcomed others from the neighborhood to our home. We had apple cider for the kids. Hard cider for the few adults intrepid enough to venture out to meet the demon. Everyone got goodies until ten PM when the light snapped back off and the animatronics turned off for the final time. Teens were scared, kids were happy, parents even thanked us. By the time the moon rose high above the coven was reaching the house, one by one I took their coats, each dressed in a unique costume. I made sure to keep drinks flowing until the ceremony and played proper host. At midnight I promptly drew the shades as asked, and sat down to watch a couple old movies as their evening progressed. I musted have drifted off at some point because my next memory was that of the coven saying goodbye, and the door shutting. My sensitive ears picked up the scrape of my wife’s sinuous tail as it slid across the floor. I welcomed her into my arms once more. This time less rushed, less forceful. I could feel the magic ebbing away even as the slow glow of dawn began to peak between the curtains. The magic started to flow away as I felt her slide in between my arms and nuzzle up to me. Last moments as dragon and demon. Her nose in my chest, my hands clasped around her even our tails and wings began to melt away. Her scales once more slipping back into the soft sensuous skin, while my ruddy hue returned to more normal tone. Time slowed for us, as we sought the warmth in each other’s embrace. A kiss, a caress. Just each other as we drifted off in each other’s arms, entwines as only loves can be. I love my kinky witch of a wife, and more importantly, she loves me.

Title: Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 04 Tags: hot wife, big cock, police drama, crime drama, mystery, mature, adultery *The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Teresa's Summer Race, The Trilogy series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series. The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1-4. Feedback and* constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.* \*\*\*\*\* **Part 12 - Good and Evil** Monday, November 3d. The alarm woke me up at 5:00am. My wife was lying by my side in our 'exclusively marital' bed. Molly was asleep in the guest room, having come over the evening before for dinner. Groggily, I headed to the shower. After my shower and shave, I went downstairs and to the den to pick up my police notebook. I tripped and almost fell over Laura's large 'maternity bag', which was full of diapers, and would also have formula and blankets and extra clothes for both babies. Fortunately, no damage was done to bag or Police Commander. This morning is not starting off right, I thought to myself as I headed out to the door and got into my Police SUV. I'm tripping all over things- hmm, maybe that's a sign, I realized as I thought about the case... maybe there's a silver lining in this morning's cloud... \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* At 6:00am I walked into the empty MCD room to find that the coffee was made already and the TVs were on. Someone was eager to get back to work, and I knew who it was. I found Tanya in the back hallway, looking into the darkened space that was the office next to ADA Jenna Stiles's. "Welcome back, Lieutenant Perlman." I said. "Ready to take charge of MCD?" "Yes sir!" said Tanya, her face bright with happiness. "But I want to know why Cindy can't have this office, and me her current office. This office is not meant for Jenna's assistant Gor-don." Tanya had a point: Jenna's punk assistant had been working in that second office more and more, to the point he was practically making it his. I intended to stop that, and soon. "Cindy's staying where she is, in the Captain's office." I said. "And the office next to hers is going to be the next Captain of Uniformed Officers's office after Captain Charles retires." "Oh, he's leaving?" Tanya asked, surprised. "He hasn't said so yet." I said. "But once Chief Griswold is gone, I predict he's going to desire to retire, also. I'll be surprised if he's here after February 1st." "What about me and Teresa?" Tanya asked. "Our offices are so small, Teresa doesn't even use hers; she just sits in Vice. I'm thinking of doing the same thing." "We'll see what happens with that." I said, not letting on that I had plans to take care of my Lieutenants, extracted from the Town & County Council in exchange for supporting precincts. Tanya peered at me, possibly observing the gleam in my eye, but she said nothing further about it. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* "This is Priya Ajmani, KSTD Channel Five-Alive Morning News!" said the beautiful Indian reporterette at 8:00am, November 3d. Bettina's broadcast the hour before had had no new news, and concentrated on the Elections... still a dead heat in the State Senate race, which depressed me. But the sight of gorgeous Priya wasn't too bad, I thought as I drank coffee in the MCD room and watched with everyone else. Cindy and Jenna were watching Priya with rapt attention... and it wasn't because of her news content, if you know what I mean. "Five-Alive News has learned that one Sean Bailey is being investigated by the Town & County Police in connection with the murder of Trish Donolan." said Priya. "Bailey is the husband of Margo Bailey, who was a chronic drug abuser and who died of an overdose eighteen months ago. Sources tell Five-Alive News that Sean Bailey believed Trish Donolan was at least partially responsible for his wife Margo's death, and that he may have acted in revenge. Calls to the Police Department for comment have not been returned." "What the fucking hell?" I asked, absolutely shocked. "Who the fuck did she call?" "Not me." said Lt. Scott Peterson, coming into the room. "I just checked. She called the Duty Desk at 4:00am and asked for me, then asked them to leave me a message to call her back. Of course I'm not here at that hour, and I only just now got the message to call her." "That's dirty pool." I said. "Don't call her, Scott... call her boss and chew his ass out. Let them know there's a competing network that just might start getting our exclusive interviews and have exclusive access to our Headquarters Press Room if she doesn't watch her step." Peterson nodded and left the room just as the Chief came in the other door. "What the hell was that story about, Crowbar?" Chief Griswold growled. "Some bullshit games being played, sir." I said. "And two can play that particular game. Can we go to your office?" The Chief led the way. Once in his office, I told him what I thought was up, and what I wanted to do about it. "I agree with your analysis, and you have my fucking permission to do it." the Chief said. "Move out." I went to my office. Just as I sat down, my cellphone rang. I answered it: "Why, hellooooooooo Bettina!" I said enthusiastically. "You're not recording this, are you?" "Hi yourself, handsome." said Bettina. "No, I'm not. I sure don't want this recorded: I just heard about Priya's broadcast on the other station. I just wanted you to know that we were approached with that same story, but we didn't run it." "Why not?" I asked. "We hadn't confirmed it with the Police yet, and we think it's not kosher." said Bettina. "Want to know who called us with the story?" "Of course." I said. "It was the press relations officer of BigPharmaCorp, speaking on the grounds of anonymity." Bettina said. "I see." I said. "Bettina, I was just about to call you when you called me. Obviously our minds are well connected." "I'd rather our bodies be connected." Bettina said in a flat out invitation. "Me too, and we'll make that happen soon. Very soon." I promised. "But for now, here's a huge scoop for you, if you'd like KXTC to exclusively film a perp walk." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News, bringing you exclusive coverage of the arrest of Donovan Donolan by the Town & County Police Department!" The image showed Donolan being led out of his home by Sergeant Thompson and now-Sergeant Rudistan, Donolan's hands cuffed behind his back, the officers holding his arms in a way that made it hard for him to duck his head. Bettina's voice could be heard as the television showed the world the 'perp walk' by Donolan: "The Police have arrested Donolan, wealthy CEO of BigPharmaCorp, for suspicion of murder, and also for having police evidence in his personal possession without authorization. A statement from the Police says that Donolan and his wife had a fight the morning of the day she died, and that he is formally a 'person of interest' in their ongoing murder investigation. We have no further details at this time, but will bring you more news as soon as we get it..." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* "What the fuck is this about?" said Donolan's lawyer in Interrogation-1. Donolan had been dragged through booking, his mug shot released to the Media for widespread distribution. BigPharmaCorp had offered no statement to the Press so far, stunned by the events. "That Sean Bailey story." said the Chief, who was sitting next to me. Teresa Croyle was sitting in a chair behind us, and Patrolman Morton was keeping watch. I had no clue how many people were behind the one way glass, but I suspected it was a standing-room-only audience. "What?" said the lawyer. "That wasn't us." "Bull shit." I said quietly, my even voice belying my underlying anger. "What?" "I said 'bull shit'." I replied a bit more loudly and with emphatic clarity, looking Donolan hard in the eyes, ignoring his legal beagle. "Your press department gave that story to the Media." "You'll never prove that." said Donolan. "I don't *need* to prove it, dipshit." I said witheringly. "It's enough that I know. And all this is an eye for an eye. You had your people smear Bailey's reputation out of sheer, mean-spirited spite, asshole. You're as mean as your dead wife; you two were perfect for each other." "All right, Crowbar," said the Chief just as the lawyer was about to explode on me. "I think we get the point. But the Police Commander is right, gentlemen. And the charges are real. I suggest you think about explaining those photos." "You know damn well he can't do that." said the lawyer. "He's invoked. He can't say anything, and you know it. You're trampling on his Constitutional rights with these threats." "We're not trampling on anything." I said. "Your client may continue to take the Fifth, and I don't need his protestations of innocence to convince a jury of his peers, such as they are, to convict him of not only the smaller charge... but also the murder charge." "Oh Jesus Christ, you don't have shit." said the lawyer, his voice barely restraining his anger. "I've explained the photos on my client's behalf. And he let you check the GPS on his vehicle." "That just shows where his limousine went, not where he went." I said. "No proof he was in the limo at the time." "For crying out loud," said the lawyer, "his limo driver will testify." "How well do you pay your limo drivers, Mr. Donolan?" I asked, the insinuation clear. "Pretty damn well, last I checked." "Can I have a moment to talk with my lawyer, please?" Donolan asked. He was smart enough to have understood where all this was going. "Sure." said the Chief. "Come on Crowbar, Croyle. Morton, just outside the other door, if you will." "Yes, Chief." said Morton. He waited until we went into the anteroom, then went out the other door, guarding it. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* "Donovan, if you talk now, you can't re-invoke." said the lawyer. "If I don't tell them about those photos, I might as well be dead." said Donolan. "Donovan, what happened with that Sean Bailey story? Did you do that?" the lawyer asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think my people took some of my words a little too literally." said Donolan, not admitting the real truth. He'd been the one to plan the attack on Bailey and have his company's media relations department give it to the Press. "Okay," said the lawyer. "My advice is to keep silent and let us fight them all the way, tooth and nail, to the last ditch. There is no way in hell they can make this stick. Any of it." "I hear you." Donolan said. "But I'm going to waive and talk. That Crowbar bastard made it clear they're going to lynch me if I don't. I was warned by some people... some really big People... that if he got pissed off enough, things would go badly. Well, he's pissed, and things are going badly." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* "Just you, Commander." said the legal beagle. They'd asked for me to come back into the room alone, which was an affront to Chief Griswold, but he'd acquiesced. Regardless, Senior Patrolman Morton was in the room with me. "Sorry, gentlemen," I said, explaining Morton, "it's Department policy to have at least two of us in the room. That's for *your* protection, by the way, since one of our former officers, now an SBI agent, liked to beat the shit out of lawyers." I was remembering Ikea's assault on Jeanine Olivet. "Whatever." said Donolan. "Listen, I'm waiving my Fifth Amendment rights. I am telling you that those photos had been slipped under the front door the morning of the day Trish died. I confronted her about them, which was the argument we had, and then I put them in the safe and went to work. We had a huge Board meeting that day, so I didn't have time to work it out further with Trish. And I never got a chance to, I never saw her again." I threw up my hands in mock helplessness. "Donolan, you're not giving me a thing, here." "What *can* I give you?" Donolan said, nearly shouting. "I can't prove a negative. Look, let me put it this way: this is embarrassing to *you* that your photos leaked. And how in the hell could I get them? Aren't they secure?" "You're a wealthy man, Mr. Donolan." I said, not pointing out Donolan's contradiction in his last two attempts to make points. "One of the most powerful men in the State. You can easily buy things you want, things like those photos." "And how am I supposed to have known your Police Force even had those photos?" asked Donolan. "Money talks." I said. "My client is bring up reasonable doubts, Commander." said the lawyer, groping for something upon which to base a bluff. "Your story is not solid, and won't be in a jury's eyes." "Harrumph!" I grunted. "Counselor, I know all about 'beyond a reasonable doubt', but juries aren't stupid either. We found the pics in his possession. That's a hardcore fact, it's rock solid, and the Chief of Police was there, for cryin' out loud. You know you have to come up with something strong to counter that solid fact." I leaned forward a bit for emphasis as I said "And let me be sure you understand: the photos show your wife banging a black stud. You fought with her about it. That's not only probable cause... juries have convicted for murder on less than that. Jealousy... oldest motive in the world." "Come on, Commander," said Donolan. "You of all people should know that my wife and I loved each other, and that our marriage was strong enough that we had an open relationship, and you know such strong relationships don't change on a dime. Think of your own marriage." "Oh, if *my* marriage changed on a dime, *I'd* be the one that would come over all dead." I replied, very sure but not worried about it. "But that's beside the point. Yes, Mr. Donolan, I personally might understand... but district attorneys and juries more than likely won't." "Look, I was in my limo." Donolan said. "People saw me get in, I'm sure there's cameras everywhere that showed my route. I didn't kill my wife, Commander. And the photos: I swear to God they just showed up under the door. Obviously someone wanted me to see them, maybe someone is trying to frame me. Sean Bailey wouldn't be above that, Commander." "Funny how you keep bringing up Mr. Bailey, Donovan." I said. "Now why is that?" After a pause pregnant with tension, I said "It's time to come correct with that story, Donolan." "What can I say?" said Donolan. "After the man's wife died, he blamed my wife for her death. His wife was a fucking crack whore, she really was. She went and had sex with other men, died of an overdose, and he wants to blame my wife. He made some ugly accusations, then resigned before I could have him fired. I couldn't stop him from being hired by Crown, but I sure have stopped him from being hired by anyone else that's of any quality, including Lightsource Industries." "Why?" I asked, just curious. "The man's wife is dead, he's distraught and grieving. And here *you* are, absolutely hell-bent on destroying him, to the point of playing dirty tricks in the Media to attack him. Why?" "It's how you get to my position, Commander." Donolan said. "When someone fucks with you, you don't just take an eye for an eye; you take out both his eyes and cut off his arms and legs, too. Look at what you've just done to me in retaliation for what you think is my press report about Sean Bailey. You know the deal, Commander, that's why you are where you are." I tried hard to keep hold of my temper as I replied. "No, I don't beat a man down when his wife is dead and he's near-mad from grief, just for the perverse pleasure of doing it." I said. "And I'll tell you something else, Donolan: your wife *did* deliver Margo Bailey to those pimps when Margo was desperately trying to stay clean. Your wife took her to the clubs where the black drug dealers were, your wife's buddies, maybe your wife's black *lovers*..." I saw Donolan's eyes grow jet with anger... "and they got Margo jacked up on drugs, then raped before she died of the overdose." I continued, whipped to anger, my eyes boring into the furious CEO's eyes: "Sean Bailey was right about you and your wife, Donolan. He didn't fuck with you, just the opposite. You keep going after him because you *know* he was right when he called you out for being the mean, hateful, dirty little man that you are, Donovan. What you're really trying to destroy... is the exposure of your own evil." I stood up. "I'll tell you this, Donolan... no, I'm *not* like you... and you're damned fortunate that I'm not like you. If I was, I'd let you stand trial for your wife's murder, not worrying about your guilt or innocence. But, lucky for you, I'm more interested in Justice than in destroying someone for the sake of pure menace." I walked out of the room and into the anteroom, almost unable to get through the crush of people. I felt pats on my back and whispered 'way to tell him!' comments as the crowd moved like a living organism before finally dispersing down the various hallways. It took some time for the cold feeling in my soul, a feeling of being dead to all but Justice, to die down and for me to relax... **Part 13 - The Pursuit of Evidence** Though delayed by the arrest of Donovan Donolan, the Promotions and Medal Ceremonies were conducted in the large auditorium. I had more fun pinning ranks on the promoted individuals than having to stand there as the Chief pinned the Police Star of Gallantry upon my own uniform. Then, in a surprise, the Mayor walked into the proceedings and presented the Chief with the Police Department Distinguished Service Award, which was only superseded by the Medal of Valor and Police and Fire Crosses. The Chief's award was something of a lifetime achievement award, and I knew that upon his actual retirement he would also be getting the Public Safety Department's Distinguished Service Award. That was like the Defense Department's DSM vs. the Army's DSM. The Council does indeed like to give awards out like candy, I thought to myself, though happy for the Chief's well-deserved accolades. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* As the ceremony was ending and people chatting and dispersing, J.R. Barnes came up to me with one of his young technicians. "Commander, can we talk to you for a moment?" "Sure." I said. "Let's go to my office." In my office, J.R. introduced his technician, who was a rookie Police Academy graduate named Bobby Patrick. Patrick's best quality is that he had a degree in Chemistry from the local University. "Commander," said Patrick, "Technician Barnes and I were talking about our search of the facility the night of the murder. I examined that janitor closet, *and I did take the mop out of the bucket and looked in there.* There was no bag in the bucket, sir." "*I know.*" I said. "And I apologize for having to say that you'd missed it. I needed that wrong information poured into the right ears, so that culprits would not try to flee the jurisdiction." I told them what had likely really happened, and they understood my subterfuge. I swore them to secrecy on it, also. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* At 2:00pm, November 3d, I went searching for Cindy Ross and was told she was in Classroom 'E'. Indeed she was, and she was looking at the whiteboards and a slew of papers on the table in front of her. And she was not alone: my mother Phyllis was sitting to her left, wearing her Police Auxiliary uniform. "Hi Don," said Cindy, "I'm just trying to earn that blue crowbar and figure this stuff out." "You've long since earned the crowbar, my friend." I said, passing behind her back. "Hi, Mom." I said, kissing her on the cheek. "You look gorgeous today." "Why thank you, Son." Phyllis said. "Lieutenant Ross and I are just looking over all the evidence. It's a very interesting case. I only regret that I did not see the crime scene that night." "I agree, it would've been good if you were there, Mom." I said. "So, what have you ladies discovered?" "Myron has found nothing on Sean Bailey, except that Bailey travels a lot." said Cindy. "I'd ascribe that to looking for a job. Otherwise, we have no motive for Sean, and really for no one else except the husband." "That is true, though I think we have some motives for other people." I said. "I'll point out one thing, though. This was absolutely premeditated. A master key was reproduced, a hiding place for the weapon created. The killer thought ahead of time about having a Tyvex suit for the blood. The killer planned, and planned well, to go back in and re-hide the evidence bag. I see real planning and execution here, and that means that Trish was the target long in advance. What does that suggest to you, ladies?" "Someone knew her schedule," Cindy replied, "someone knew where she'd be and when, and lay in wait for her. I'd say it was the husband after their fight after he saw the pictures, but this obviously took more time in planning for him to do it in less than a day, pretty much on the spur of the moment." "Very good, Cindy." said Phyllis. "But I just can't help wondering... if those pictures aren't distracting us. Mr. Donolan could've been planning to kill his wife long before those pictures arrived." "Nice point." I said. I looked amongst the mess of papers and began collecting the photographs. There were a number from the crime scene, as well as some of the main meeting room, with Investment Club members and police officers milling about. Just then, Teresa Croyle came in. "Commander, can I borrow Lieutenant Ross for a moment?" Teresa asked. I nodded and Cindy got up and went out. "Okay, Mom." I said. "Take a look at these two pictures..." My mother looked at them for a long moment... then she got it. "Oh, of course, I see it." she said. "Yes, I see what you're getting at, Son." "Yes." I said. "Now we just have to find motive, and some proof. Oh, that reminds me, I need to talk to Myron. I want him to check on the finances of someone who was at the River Valley Country Club the night of Trish Donolan's murder..." **Part 14 - Evidence Pursuits, Sexual Pursuits** Tuesday, November 4th. Election Day. At 6:10am I went into the Chief's office. As I entered, he said "Go get some coffee for both of us, and get back in here." I hustled to MCD, filling my large mug and then the Chief's, then hurried back. Yes, I'm the Police Commander... and I still jump when the Chief says to get him coffee. "So, where are we on the Donolan murder?" the Chief asked when I got back with the mugs of the Elixir of Life, that being coffee. "Close, sir." I said. "I'm waiting for DNA to get back on the evidence we found, and I hope we hear something today. I'm also waiting for Myron and Mary to research some data. What they find may be the key to solving the riddle." "So what else are you going to do, besides wait?" the Chief asked. "I was thinking of going over to the City and interviewing Susan Wexler." I said. "About the Donolan murder, of course. I'm still trying to decide how to approach her showing up in our Vice sting as part of that sex party. I'm thinking I might talk to Britt Maxwell while I'm over there, see what she has to say. Maybe she can look into the Wexler undercover situation, and would know who to get in touch with if there's an issue." "Not a bad idea, but of course the real reason you're going to see Miss Maxwell is because she's so easy on your eyes." said the Chief, teasing me. "Oh yes," I said, unperturbed, "and a lot of other men's... and women's." I replied. The Chief peered at me as I drank some coffee, then began drinking his own. "Well, it's Election Day." said the Chief. "Captain Charles has assigned Patrol Officers to every one of our 30 voting districts, so there should be no trouble." "No sir." I said, very sure. "But I can't say that about what's going to happen in the Courts tonight if Katherine Woodburn isn't ahead." The Chief peered at me, then drank more coffee. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* 7:00am. Another wonderful cup of coffee, and a television visit from Bettina! "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" blared the lovely redheaded reporter. "Today is the day! The Polls are opening right now, and the State Senate race for the 1st District is too close to call. Katherine Woodburn has a one point lead over John Cummings, but that is well within the margin of error. Experts say it's going to go down to the wire. Meanwhile, there are no other races expected to be so close, as Miriam Walters is solidly ahead the County's first election for Solicitor, and Dr. John Quincy Kelly has pulled significantly ahead of incumbent Steven Lester Haines in the Coroner's race." "Meanwhile, there is no new information on the murder case of Trish Donolan. Her husband, wealthy BigPharmaCorp CEO Donovan Donolan, has been released on his own recognizance after being arraigned for being in custody of police evidence without authorization. The BigPharmaCorp Board of Directors issued a statement expressing their vote of confidence in Donolan, and that no action will be taken until his legal situation is resolved. Meanwhile, as Channel Two News exclusively reported yesterday, Sean Bailey has been cleared by Police of any wrongdoing in the murder of Trish Donolan, and Police Chief Griswold emphasized that Bailey is not a suspect in their investigation. Stay with KXTC Channel Two News for the latest and most accurate news information!" "You know," Cindy said to me, "we really haven't cleared Bailey as far as hiring someone to do it for him." "True," I replied, "but if you can find where he paid someone a hundred grand to commit that fantastic crime, you're doing much better than Myron and Mary have been able to do." Martin Nash said "KSTD has walked back their story about Bailey, but won't formally apologize nor correct the record." "Withhold my surprise-" I started. I then went into a reverie. A long one. "Don?" Cindy finally said, gently shaking my shoulder. "Yeah, yeah..." I said to myself. "Solving the murder over morning coffee, are we?" Cindy said. "If so, allow me to pour you a fresh cup." "Please do." I said, holding out my cup. As Cindy filled it, I said "Solving murders is good. Coffee is better." After sipping from my mug, I said "No, I haven't solved it yet, but what I was thinking about may tie in. I just realized why KSTD went off on Bailey like they did before confirming the story." I stood up. "Excuse me, folks. I've got to go talk to Myron... and call Jack Muscone." "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job..." Cindy chanted after I'd left. Martin Nash grinned at Cindy's eternal complaint, giving about as big a grin as anyone in MCD had seen from him in some time. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* At 10:45am I entered the FBI office of Jack Muscone in the City. "How the heck are you, Don?" Jack said. "Glad to see you over in our neck of the woods." "Thanks, Jack." I said, sitting down in the chair to which he pointed. "So how have you been doing?" "Not too bad, personally and professionally." he said. "My team's been working on finishing up the rogue CIA cell. They had a lot more tentacles than we realized, and your discovery of Alicia Foster and her husband Spence tore open new holes for us to look into, with some positive results. And something along those lines is why you're here now, isn't it?" "Of course." I said. "Did you look into the industrial espionage angle I suggested?" "Yes and no." said Muscone. "We started to, and then my boss suggested that was something our FBI Consultant could research in his spare time and get paid for doing it." "I'm already doing it, and keeping track of the hours." I said. "Both the Alicia Foster case and the one before it, the Diane Lang murder case, have something behind them." "What's that? CIA associates?" Jack asked, intentionally getting in a dig at the other Federal service. "No, I'm the one sleeping with one of those." I said. "No, it's even worse than the Company... it's the lawyers. Those weren't just local legal beagles defending those ladies, but real legal firepower, 'expensive-as-all-get-out' kind of firepower. Atkins had a high power attorney behind him, also, and Spence Foster's wasn't shabby." I continued: "As to the murder of Trish Donolan that I'm working on now, there's pre-planning and bold execution behind the killer's actions. And in that, I'm sensing that same presence lurking in the background." "We heard about the Donolan case." said Muscone. "The boys in Washington have been getting an earful about it, wanting us to get involved in it, or get the SBI into it. Of course it's your case all the way, and I don't know why they're interested." "It's because the dead woman's husband is the CEO of BigPharmaCorp, not one of the really big 'Big Boyz', but on the second tier. And the Big Boyz are scared shitless about the whole thing, especially after I had Donolan arrested after he pulled a dirty trick. Also, our Vice squad had a drug sting going, and we got some pictures of Trish Donolan and our drug suspects from the City fucking their brains out... and the pictures ended up in Donolan's hands." "Fancy that." said Muscone. "You didn't do that, did you? Send the prick those pics?" I smiled. Muscone was not the dumbest rock in the box by any means. "You're pretty sharp, no matter what everyone else says about you." I needled Jack. "No, it wasn't me. But what was interesting, and the reason I'm in the City: another woman, who is a member of the Investment Club that was meeting when Trish Donolan was killed, was caught in our Vice sting getting her brains fucked out. Her name is City Police Captain Susan Wexler. Know her?" "Vaguely." said Jack. "We might've been introduced, but I don't really know her. I've heard about her, though. She's one of the City Police Department's highest people. She'd be a lot higher, Inspector or Assistant Commissioner, but she resisted being promoted into paper-pusher jobs." "I'm going to meet her today." I said. "Interview her about the Donolan case, and maybe see if I can glean a glimpse into why she was featured in my Vice Squad's dirty pictures. Anyway, what I wanted to tell you was that there is a significant brain behind the Donolan case. I'll send you our collected data, and maybe you guys can find a connection to something bigger." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* I was escorted through City Police Headquarters by Detectives Robin Ventura and Thomas "Sapper" Warren. It took a bit of time, as many officers had heard my name and wanted to be introduced. I bore these necessities; who knows when I might need any or all of these people on my side and working with or for me in the future... Finally I made it to the branch in Vice that I was seeking, and to the office of Captain Susan Wexler. A lovely sight greeted me as I went into the office. Susan Wexler was in her forties. Her hair was a frazzle of black curls with a touch of gray around the ears. Her body was firm and toned, and very shapely with larger-than-average breasts and an hourglass shape that led to hips that flared out just a bit. She was wearing pants over her high heel matte black pumps, but I'd seen the photos and knew her legs were smoking hot. "Commander, please, have a seat." she said after Robin Ventura introduced me and then withdrew. "Tell you what." I said. "I'll drop the ranks if you will. Deal?" "Sure... Don." Susan said, smiling brightly as she sized me up with her roving eyes. "Thank you... Susan." I said. "Now I'm wondering if our conversation would be more pleasant over a cup of coffee at the coffee shop across the street. "You're reading my mind." said Captain Wexler. "However, I have a better idea in mind, and a more private location to talk..." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* Susan drove me to the Marriott Grande Hotel. "We have room 609 reserved at all times for undercover operations." she said. "I like the sound of that..." I said suggestively. "Under covers." Susan smiled. Once inside the room, we sat at the table by the window, which afforded a nice view of the western part of the City and its suburbs. "I'm here about the Trish Donolan murder." I said. "I know you are a member of the County Ladies Investment Club, and I wanted to get your perspective on what happened there when Mrs. Donolan was killed." "To be honest, I had no idea what was going on, and still don't." said Susan. "Since I was out of jurisdiction I just held back and let you and your guys do the work. Your officers found my gun very quickly. I showed them my carry permit instead of my badge so that I would stay incognito as a police officer. I never know when I might go undercover, nor where, so its best they don't know who I am. I'm assuming that's why you're here doing this interview one-on-one?" "That's one reason." I said, not really masking my intentions toward this hot older woman. "But it's a wise precaution. By the way, if you do any undercover operations in my County, please at least let me or my Vice Lieutenant know, so that there won't be any problems. I'm not asking for more than need-to-know, but we do need to know if you're there. And you're not doing anything in our part of the State right now, are you?" "No, we have no operations going on in your County right now." said Susan. "Neither does the State, as much as Jack Lewis wants to do something and fuck you guys over." "I'm sure he does." I said, noting not only the distraction of mentioning the SBI Director, but also noting Susan's denial of conducting any operations in our County. "So your only visit to our County recently has been for the Investment Club meeting?" "That's right." said Susan. "Though I came over the night before and spent the night at your University Hotel. Better than this place, for sure." "So how well did you know Trish Donolan?" I asked. "Not particularly well." Susan said. "Mostly as a member of the Club. She and her husband came to the City for receptions and such stuff which I also attended." Now I knew she was withholding the truth from me, but was the reason legitimate, I wondered to myself. I said "Would you mind recounting how the body was found?" Susan replied "We were back from our break, and I'd been talking to Carol Carlington, who also lives here in the City now, when someone asked where Trish was. Cat Clausen said she'd go look for Trish and put down her handbag and went into the breakroom area. Then we heard a scream and we all rushed in. Cat had found Trish's body in the bathroom." "I'm sure that with your police experience and training, you took a lightning inventory of the crime scene." I said. "Anything unusual pop out at you?" "Only that Trish had been leaned against the door, and when Cat opened the door Trish fell out of it and so she was halfway in the bathroom and halfway in the breakroom. I remember thinking at the time that 'that was some trick by the murderer to lean her body against the door like that'. Other than that, I saw nothing unusual. No one had tracked any blood anywhere on the floor or anything like that." "You're right." I said. "We didn't find anything like that." "I don't envy you, by the way." said Susan, getting up out of her chair. "This is going to be a really tough case to solve. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go powder my nose. Make yourself more comfortable, Don." I watched as Susan strutted to the bathroom, her words giving me... and my loins... a surge of hope that something *good* was about to happen. While she was in the bathroom, I took out my little bug-detecting device and used it. The room was bugged to the hilt, which was no surprise if City Vice was keeping the room on retainer, but fortunately none of the devices were being used right now. "So, Don..." I heard Susan's voice say. "How's this for a police uniform?" I turned and almost gasped in shock. Susan was wearing her high heel pumps and what looked like sheer black stockings until I realized they were finely woven fishnet stockings. The stockings were connected and held up by a garter belt, and a nice patch of thick black pubic bush was gloriously exposed. Above that, Susan was wearing a button-down shirt, opened, exposing her luscious breasts. I could see blue veins criss-crossing along her breasts, and that somehow turned me on as much as the large dark nipples standing proudly on her tits. "I definitely approve." I said going up to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips met in a warm kiss, then a second kiss that turned into a deep, tongue-twining kiss. "I heard you were a party animal." Susan said breathlessly as she felt my crotch, not missing my hardening cock. "Why don't you get out of your clothes and let's do some real under-cover work, yes?" \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* We were lying on top of the bed in a sweaty heap, cuddling and kissing. Our sexual liaison had been intensely hot. After eating her pussy and feeling her warm mouth suck me to iron-hardness, I had deeply fucked Susan in the missionary position, enjoying the feeling of her legs wrapped around me, the fishnet stocking sliding against my thighs, hips and sides. Susan had been a very active participant, moving her hips to match my thrusts, giving as good as she was getting it. It was not long before I was climaxing, emptying my balls into her snug snatch. We then enjoyed a long, slow, deep fuck. I had taken a 'gray viagra', and felt that my stamina was good as I pumped the older woman beneath me. I have a thing for older women, and Susan Wexler was one incredible mature hottie. She expertly and deeply kissed me as we lustily mated, and I could tell she was extremely experienced in the sex department. "I'll have to invite you to some of our parties here." Susan said as we cuddled. "My friends would love getting fucked by you... if you're into that sort of thing. Are you into the swinging and orgy scene in that rockin'-hot University town?" "I'm sure I could be persuaded to be." I said, realizing what information Susan was probing for, but not giving it to her. She was trying in roundabout fashion to determine how much I knew about *her* sexual exploits, which I had deliberately concealed from her while interviewing her about Trish. Susan was a strong adversary, I could tell. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* Before leaving the City, I stopped in to chat with Inspector Britt Maxwell of the SBI, making sure that I was not followed. I told Britt everything about Susan Wexler being in Town and fucking the black guys with Trish, and wondering if Susan was on an undercover mission, a dirty cop, or just having some good sexual fun. Britt said she'd look into it very discreetly, and would give me any information she found out... after she and I had some good sexual fun, of course. I couldn't stay and take Britt to dinner though, and she understood: I had to go back to Town for the Election results... **Part 15 - Election Night** "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" shouted the lovely redhead reporterette into her microphone from outside City Hall. She was dressed up, showing just a bit more cleavage, wearing just a bit of extra jewelry, her hair made up just a bit more, as if the news she was reporting was a really big deal... oh yeah, it really *was* a really big deal. "It's 7:01pm and the polls are just closing in the County." Bettina reported. "At this time we can announce that Channel Two News projects the winner of the Sheriff's election will be Lieutenant Daniel Allgood of the Town & County Police Force!" A cheer erupted in our room. We were in Daniel's hotel suite near the top of the University Hotel, and one of the ballrooms on the first floor had been rented for the victory party. John Cummings had rented rooms on the other end of the Hotel. Katherine Woodburn was at the Hyatt Hotel north of Town. In our room was Daniel and Melina, myself and Laura, Chief Griswold and his wife, and Martin Nash and Sandra Speer. Others would be coming in within the hour. "Congratulations, Boss." I said, shaking Daniel's hand. "Hey, this was all your doing, buddy." he replied. "Yeah," I said in mock fear, "I dragged you into this, and now you'll be taking it out on me." Daniel and the Chief laughed heartily. "Hmmm," said Melina, who was sitting next to Laura on the sofa next to ours. "So my husband is now my ex-hubby's boss." She rubbed her hands together as she cackled "Moohahahahaha!" The gleam in her eye was one I knew well from eight years of marriage to her, and I knew it required a retaliatory response. "Yes, my dear," I replied, "but my wife is *your* boss, not to mention big sister, and I might can't kick your ass, but she can." "I'm staying out of this one." said Laura, getting up to hug Daniel. "Congratulations, Daniel." Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Mrs. Griswold opened it and was almost knocked down as John 'Jack' Colby burst into the room. "You got the news on?" Colby said breathlessly. We all turned to the TV as Colby said "Nance is holding the polls open, but only in the black districts!" "This is KXTC Channel Two News with a breaking story!" cried out Bettina. "Let's go straight to Brian Jennings. Brian, whaddya got?" Brian Jennings, who was in reality within sight of Bettina on the other end of Courthouse Square, came onto the screen. His hair was brown-black, slightly graying at the edges. He tried to look distinguished in his suit, but came across as if he was looking down his long nose at you. His voice was condescending, and he talked as if he were better than you, knew more than you did, and wanted to make sure you knew that his word was your gospel. Jennings began his report. "Bettina, I'm here at the Courthouse, where Superior Court Judge Harry 'Spud' Nance has just granted a motion to keep the polls in the Town's 2nd and 3d Districts, and only those districts, open for at least one more hour. The NAACP had filed a request with the Court, saying technical glitches had caused voting problems in the primarily Black districts, and that Black voters were being disenfranchised of their voting rights." "That's a load of horse shit!" exclaimed the very red-faced Jack Colby as the rest of us watched. Jennings continued, "Lawyers for John Cummings' State Senate Campaign have appealed to both the State Appellate Court and the Federal Court. The State Appellate Court has flatly denied the Cummings Campaign appeal, stating that this election is about more than just his race, and the County Republicans have not yet joined the Cummings Campaign appeal. The Federal Court has not yet ruled either way, waiting to hear what the County Republican Party wants to do about it. Meanwhile, both parties are complaining of harassment of their poll watchers at several polling stations, and lawyers for both parties are gearing up for legal challenges. Back to you, Bettina!" "Don," said Jack Colby, his baritone voice quivering with anger, but also fear, "you gotta do something. They're flat out trying to steal the election from John Cummings. It's neck-and-neck, and I mean it literally when I say that a dozen votes might decide that thing." "Mr. Colby," I said quietly, "what would you have me do? I'm a police officer, not a poll watcher." "You can go down to City Hall, where they're counting the ballots." said Colby. "Watch and make sure they're not cheating." I sighed. "Mr. Colby," I said, "not even Chief Griswold or the Mayor can go into there without a warrant. I'm serious. It's sealed off. If I were to go in there without a warrant, I'd be arrested myself. You're the one who has to lead this fight; my hands are tied, and all the more so because I'm a cop." "And you predicted this would happen, too." said Colby, remembering. "Did you talk to the Elections people?" "I sure did." I said. "But there's nothing more I can do, but wait and watch like everyone else. You might want to talk to D.A. Krasney." "Well, I guess I better go see what I can do." said Colby. "Oh, congratulations, Daniel!" he said, striding up to Daniel and quickly shaking his hand. "And you,too, Councilman Colby." said Daniel, but it was practically to Colby's back as he hurried out. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* Thirty minutes later, I was admitted to the suite of John Cummings by his cousin Joanne Cummings, who happened to be one of my Detectives. I found a room alive with a low hum of chatter, anxious but not yet frantic. "Hi, John." I said, stepping up to Cummings and shaking his hand. He looked depressed. "Hi Don." he said. "I was going to try to pop over and congratulate your brother-in-law on his Sheriff win, then this came up." "How's it looking?" I asked. "Bad." said a voice behind me. Then Cummings' campaign manager came into my sight. "It's going to be at least midnight, but it looked like we'd win by about 200 votes out of 70,000 or so cast in the County. But this corrupt judge is going to steal the election for Woodburn!" His face was red with anger. "Don, anything you can do? Oh... here, sit down by me." John Cummings said, his voice an open plea. Joanne Cummings was watching, almost forgetting to breathe. "I'm afraid not." I said, sitting down to Cummings's left side. "It's in the hands of the lawyers and the Courts now, no matter who wins." I then sat down next to Cummings and said in a voice only he could hear. "John, even if you win the vote count, they'll find a way for Woodburn to win in the recount, or they'll find away to disallow some of your votes. The Democrats' lawyers are already laying the groundwork for it." "Why? Why can't they just let the People decide by the vote?" Cummings asked, his voice exasperated. "ANDREW!" he called out. A handsome man in an expensive suit strode up. "Oh, Andrew, this is Police Commander Donald Troy. Don, this is Andrew Cardigan, who is heading my legal team." "Good to meet you, Commander." Cardigan said. "Can I have a moment with Mr. Cummings?" "You can speak in front of Don." said Cummings. The lawyer did not look happy about it, but acquiesced, sitting down on Cummings' other side. "We're trying to get in touch with the County Republican office." Cardigan said. "They're saying they're busy, running around like chickens with their heads cut off and will get back to us. To be honest, John, I don't think they're going to call us back." "I can understand the Democrats, but why are the Republicans not helping me?" said Cummings. Cardigan looked at me. "Because you're a Conservative, Mr. Cummings." I replied. "The Republicans hate Conservatives like you more than anything else. They'd rather the Democrat win than a true Conservative win." The look of shock on not only the two men's faces, but of everyone else who had heard my words, would've been priceless if it weren't for the open pain on their faces as they realized the truth of my words. I also knew I wasn't too popular in that room at the moment. My cell phone saved me by ringing loudly. I took the call, which was from Laura, ordering me back to Daniel's rooms. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me," I said, "I'll see what I can do on my end, and let you guys get back to work." "If you go down to Republican Headquarters with your crowbar, it might help." said Cardigan. "If I do that, Mr. Cardigan," I said, "I'll be indicted for murder tomorrow morning. I'm as mad as you about this. Good luck to you." I exited the room. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* When I got back to Daniel's suite, I found the room chock-full of people, and it was loud and noisy... until I walked through the door, whereupon silence was instantaneous. "What?" I asked. "I'm not wearing a Wildcats jersey." The joke fell flat. "What's the word over in Cummings's room?" asked T&C Councilwoman Dagmar Schoen, breaking the tension and silence. "They're anxious." I said. "The County Republicans aren't joining their lawsuits, nor returning their calls." "Don," Daniel Allgood said, taking charge. "The Media's pushing us for me to give my victory speech as soon as possible. I can understand; they really want to concentrate on the State Senate story. So I've given them 8:15. I'd like for you and Laura to be on the stage with us." "Sure." I said. Just then my mother Phyllis appeared next to me. "Hi, Mom." I said, then remembered. "Mom- who's keeping the kids?" "Oh, Lieutenants Croyle and Ross, Son." my mom replied. "It seems they have discovered that volunteering to babysit the Commander's children gets them out of mundane police tasks like guarding Election stations and patrol duties." I laughed. "Good on them." I said. "They're definitely as smart as they are beautiful." \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* Daniel had his crowd whipped up with cheers as he thanked them for their hard work on his behalf, Melina standing beside him looking lovely in her black and white dress. He then brought Chief Griswold up to the podium and said "Although we've won this race, I'm sorry that I'm losing this great police officer to retirement. Everyone give Chief Griswold a huge, well-deserved round of applause!" The room shook with thunderous applause, which caused the Chief to blush under his mustaches. It was a very nice gesture on Daniel's part, I thought. As I stood with several other campaign people on the stage behind Daniel, I scanned the room. Near the very back, I noticed the head of ash-blonde hair at the back of the room. It was the tall figure of Henry R. Wargrave, watching the proceedings. I could make out his wife standing beside him. "Okay everyone, enjoy the rest of the evening, and let's get ready for four years serving our County!" Daniel said, concluding his remarks. The cameras followed the Allgoods as they left the stage and mingled with the guests, the men in suits and the women in dresses, all having a good time. As soon as it was possible, I broke away from my group and went searching for the Wargraves. But they had left already. \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* Judge Harry 'Spud' Nance allowed the polls in the primarily Black districts to close around 8:30pm, an hour and a half after every other district's voting booths had closed. The crowd in Daniel's rooms had thinned out. The well-wishers making their rounds, such as the Mayor and his wife, had visited, congratulated, and moved on. At 12:45am, early on November 5th, Bettina came on the air, sitting behind the KXTC News Desk. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg with the latest updates. With 98% of precincts reporting, we can project that Miriam Walters has won the Solicitor's post, and Dr. John Quincy Kelly will be the County's next Coroner. District Attorney Krasney will continue to represent The People in the County's courtrooms, and the entire Town & County Council was re-elected comfortably. Mayor Larry Vaughan is the People's Choice to continue in that post. And of course, Daniel Allgood was declared the winner of the important Sheriff's race before the evening had hardly gotten started." "The only race left undecided is for State Senate from the 1st District. Wait!- Ladies and Gentlemen, we have breaking news! Brian Jennings is reporting from our election headquarters. Brian!" "Yes, Bettina," said Jennings, smiling broadly as his face came onto the screen. "Channel Two News can now project that Katherine Woodburn will be the next State Senator from the 1st District! With 100% of all precincts reporting in the Senate District, Ms. Woodburn has a 700 vote lead over radical TEA Party Extremist John Cummings. It appears the People have rejected the extremism of John Cummings and elected Ms. Katherine Woodburn, who was a late entrant into the race after the death of Senator Nathan Allen!" "Brian, do you have any breakdown of the numbers, especially of those districts that remained open?" "Yes, Bettina, we do!" Jennings said, smiling even more broadly. "Ms. Woodburn won by around 700 votes, and reports are that about 950 votes were cast in the extra time in those precincts that were ordered to stay open by Court decree. Nearly all of those votes were cast for Ms. Woodburn, once again a total rejection of John Cummings and his extremist TEA Party views. Back to you, Bettina!" "Thank you, Brian!" Bettina said. "Let's go to Amber Harris at County Republican Headquarters." "This is Amber Harris, KXTC Channel Two Evening News!" said the attractive blonde. She was smiling very happily as she said "I've just gotten word from the County Republican Party that they will not join the appeals nor any recount requests of TEA Party Extremist John Cummings, and it is the official position of the County Republican Party to accept the results that are being announced at this hour. Back to you, Bettina!" I didn't get to hear what Bettina had to say next, as the Chief got up and turned off the television set, his face inscrutable but seemingly aged. Just then my cellphone rang, and Laura's began chiming a split-second later. After hearing what was said, I hung up. I looked at Laura, who just nodded. "Guys, Laura and I have to go." I said. "My phone call was from Cindy Ross. Her sister Molly has gone into labor, and they're going to the hospital now." *To be continued.* **You now have all the clues. Who murdered Trish Donolan? And why? The solution, and the happy results of Molly's labor, are coming up in the next chapter...**

Title: How Dicks ended up in My Mouth Ch. 01 Tags: transsexuals, hookers, big cock, first, straight, cocksucker, nervous, big dick, shemale, blowjob My name is Joe. I am a married, successful business man with a pretty wife. I lead the life of an upper middle class guy. I grew up in a small Texas city and had a great childhood. I was a football star in high school and college and dated lots of attractive women. Most people would say my life is ideal. However, I have some secrets. The story begins when my first marriage was rapidly falling apart. I did not think it was possible, but I came to despise my wife. I had no interest in having sex with her. Truthfully, I had no interest in being anywhere near her. I had reached my lifetime limit on her screaming at me. I started working late every night and then drinking with my buddies after work. After we left the bars, I would drive to a part of town where I could find hookers on the street and in nearby apartments. I enjoyed the game of picking an attractive whore while avoiding the police. I picked up a lot of young hookers and had a good time. I would usually get a blowjob from the girls in the front seat of my car. Occasionally, I would fuck them at a nearby house or apartment always using a condom. The hookers liked me because I was nice to them and had plenty of money. It was actually a lot cheaper and more fun than a few drinks at a topless joint. My wife would scream at me if she was awake when I got home, but I truly did not care at that point. She found purple lipstick on my boxers one day and was going ballistic. My explanation was simply that I did not even know anyone who wore purple lipstick. You can't have much of a fight when one person really and truly doesn't give a damn. One night I picked up a girl who was very attractive, but different. You will say that I must be a dunce, but I could not figure out how she was different (or maybe I couldn't admit it even to myself). Her name was Maria. She was Hispanic with long dark hair, a hot slim body, nice small boobs and a pretty face. She was around 20 years old and always wore sexy short dresses. She sucked my dick and let me cum on her face (not in her mouth). I really liked her. I made note of where she lived when I took her home. I went to visit my new friend several more times. She never took off her clothes, but was awesome with my cock in her mouth. She loved my cock and was really hot. Soon, I started fucking Maria up the ass. She would bend over the bed and let me take her. I have a fairly large cock and she loved to be fucked. Maria would not get naked. She would just pull up her skirt, pull down her sexy panties and let me fuck her (wearing a condom). Almost anybody would have realized that Maria was a shemale right away. I honestly didn't for the longest time. Then, when I suspected that she had a dick, I just did not think about it. I have an amazing ability to put things in compartments in my brain and just not think about it. This comes in handy in school or at work. I can concentrate on some project completely and intensely and other thoughts never enter my mind. In any event, I did not consciously realize she had a dick for a long time. I had never had sex with a man and considered myself 100% straight. I did not even like to look at gay porn out of curiosity. I sort of liked shemale porn, but I did not look at it very often and looking at it embarrassed me even though nobody knew I looked. I finally figured out that Maria was a shemale or a guy. One night, I reached around her as we were fucking and gently grabbed her small, but stiff, cock as I fucked her cute little ass. I could tell that it scared her that I had discovered her secret that she started life as a guy, but I did not care that she had a dick. I never gave any serious thought about having sex with a shemale. I did not feel like I was gay or something. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. Maria was just a hot girl who could suck a mean dick and was willing to take my cock up her small tight ass. Her little dick was just another fun aspect of our "relationship." Whenever I could not find Maria, I would pick up female hookers or shemale hookers. Apparently, the word had gotten around the shemale hookers that I was a nice guy, had a nice cock and would pay them. So, I had a few more experiences with shemales sucking my cock. One funny experience involved this tall blonde that I picked up. I had never seen her before. Up close, she did not look completely like a woman(unlike Maria). I went with her to her apartment and we took care of the financial aspects of the transaction. She was extremely tall and thin, had a good muscular body and big boobs. I was about to have the tall blonde suck my cock when she said, "I know you from somewhere." I said, "I sincerely doubt that." She put my dick in her mouth and then suddenly said, "Wait! I know who you are! You are Joe Johnson. You were the star running back for Lincoln High School. I played defensive back for Madison. I never could tackle you. You made me look like a fool trying to catch you in the secondary." I laughed and tried to picture what she would look like without makeup, long blonde hair and big boobs, but I could not do it. Madison High was our big rival, so I might have known him back then. I did have some fun though. I paid her a little extra, had her strip and fucked her up the ass. I had her sing the Lincoln High fight song while she took my cock up the ass. I loved it and she was good natured about it. She didn't sing very well while taking a dick up her ass. Shortly after I first hooked up with Maria, I met Maria's roommate, Angie. Angie was slim, fit and blond. She had big tits and was very sexy. In a dress, she looked like a very sexy young girl. One night, I came to see Maria, but only Angie was home. She was also a hooker and gave me a great blow job. Another night, I fucked Angie up the ass. Angie knew the drill from Maria, so she also did not get naked when I fucked her. I had never seen her naked and I had never reached down between her legs when we had sex. She always thanked me when I fucked her. Late one night, I stopped by their apartment on my way home. I knocked on the door and I heard Angie call out to me to come in. I opened the door and came into the living room. Angie was in the back. I stood in the living room waiting for her for a few minutes. Angie appeared from a room in the back. She was clearly expecting someone else because when she walked into the room she was completely naked. Her blond hair was wet. Her tits were large and the perfect shape. Her stomach and legs were muscular. However, mostly I noticed that she had a semi-hard nine or ten inch cock swinging between her legs. I had heard the expression "weak in the knees", but I had never experienced it. My reaction to seeing Angie naked with her huge cock made me weak in the knees to the extent I really thought I might fall down. I was totally breathless at the sight. My reaction scared me. I was straight. I had sex with transsexuals because I wanted to fuck someone and they liked to suck dick and be fucked up the ass. This was different. I wanted to be on my knees in front of that magnificent cock. I wanted to suck it. If she wanted to, I would have let her fuck me with it. I wanted to be taken. As I said, my reaction scared me. So, rather than get on my knees in front of her, I had her bend over the couch and I fucked her up the ass like there was no tomorrow. I came in no time. I could not get Angie's big cock out of my mind the next day. As soon as work was over, I headed back to the apartment. Maria met me at the door. I was very, very nervous. Maria was getting ready to suck my dick in her bedroom. She was pulling down my pants when I finally screwed up the courage to tell her what I wanted. I told her that I wanted to suck Angie's cock. She was very surprised because I had always been a dominant masculine top. However, she offered to suck me while I sucked Angie. I told her that would be great. Maria went to get Angie. They came back in a few minutes. Angie was naked and her cock was hard. I felt weak again at the sight of that big dick sticking straight out in front of her. My cock was as hard as it can get. I had Angie wear a condom on that beautiful cock. I got on my knees in front of Angie and started kissing a cock for the first time. I was unbelievably excited when the big dick entered my mouth. Maria was on the floor in front of me with my cock in her mouth. Angie looked gorgeous with her big tits showing and her hard cock in my mouth. I usually lasted a long time when receiving a blowjob, but this time I was so excited to be sucking a dick I exploded into Maria's mouth after just a few minutes. I had never cum in Maria's mouth before, but I could not control myself. She was so surprised by the cum exploding from my dick, she gagged on the cum. She was also a little angry that I had cum in her mouth without warning. I didn't say it, but I thought to myself that cum in your mouth is one of the risks of putting a dick in your mouth. I continued to suck Angie's cock until she came. I kissed both girls goodbye. I could not think of anything other than Angie and her dick the next day. I went to their apartment right after work. Angie was dressed for the evening in a sexy short dress. She assumed I wanted a blowjob or to fuck her. However, I wanted her cock again. For some reason I was extremely nervous about telling her what I wanted. I asked her about her health and she told me that she always used a condom when she had anal sex, that she had just been tested that week and was disease free. She showed me the lab results. For the longest time, I could not bring myself to tell her what I wanted. I was embarrassed to say it. I had always been the dominant top. The last time I had been very drunk and had told Maria what I wanted. Finally, I swallowed my pride, blushed and said, "Angie, would it be okay if I suck your dick again?" I felt like I did the first time I asked a girl to go on a date. I had not thought it through, but I was nervous because I was basically saying, "Let me get on my knees and worship your big, hard cock." I felt like I was agreeing to be a submissive slut. Angie was great. She smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, I would love that!" She stood up. I got on my knees in front of her. I reached up under her dress and pulled down her pink panties. Her big heavy cock fell out when I pulled the panties down. It was getting hard. I could barely breath I was so nervous. Her cock was so long that when it was just a little bit hard, it showed below her dress. I loved that! I started licking the head of her cock beneath her dress. She sweetly asked about a condom, but I told her I did not need one. I then started licking up and down the shaft of her giant cock. It was so exciting. As her dick got hard, I took it into my mouth. Her dick was long and thick. I thought it was beautiful. I felt like such a slut and I loved it. My mouth was full of dick and I remember thinking, "I am sucking a cock!" I found entire idea completely amazing. I wanted to give Angie the best blowjob she had ever received. I did everything I could think of to make it feel good for her. I did everything that girls did for me when they sucked my cock. She was gently rocking back and forth to pump the big cock into my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down on her dick. I pulled out my hard cock and was furiously whacking it as I sucked. I had never been more turned on. Finally, again feeling nervous for some reason, I looked at Angie and said, "Angie, will you please call me a cocksucker?" She smiled a knowing sort of smile and said, "Of course, Joe." Then she grabbed the back of my head, pushed it gently down on her cock and said, "You are a cocksucker. You are my cocksucker!" As soon as she said that, I started furiously sucking her dick and started to cum all over her carpet. Angie rather gently face fucked me for a minute and then filled my mouth with cum. I was stunned by how good it tasted. I swallowed. I lost track of my shemale friends and only had sex with women for years after these experiences, but the desires returned years later. I will tell you about it in the next episode.

Title: Vince 2 - Überraschende Wendungen by eMaRDi Tags: Anal, Bondage, German Language, Lion, M/M, Mild Violence, NC, Oral, Wolf "Wie heißt du?" fragte Vince den Löwen, der neben ihm in seinem Auto saß. "Rhyn" antwortete dieser. Dies war ganz sicher nicht sein echter Name, dachte sich Vince, aber immerhin klang er nicht schlecht. Vince nickte und bog in jene schäbige Strasse ein, die an das noch schäbigere Stundenhotel angrenzte, in dem er Stammgast war. Der Hotelbesitzer hob leicht eine Augenbraue, als Vince den Schlüssel an der Theke abholte. Er konnte sich schon denken, dass es für alternden Dachs mit der dünnrandingen Brille selten war, Vince Melourne mit derselben Person zweimal zu sehen - es sei denn, er fand jene Person nachher tot in einem der Zimmer - was schon vorgekommen war, musste sich Vince eingestehen. Das Zimmer sah aus wie immer und Vince fragte sich, ob hier jemals gereinigt wurde. Er sah in den Spiegel und musterte scheinbar den Wolf, der ihm entgegenstarrte. In Wirklichkeit schaute er aber Richtung Bett, wo sich der junge Löwe leicht schüchtern hingesetzt hatte. Er hatte es bisher noch nicht erlebt, dass er zweimal denselben hatte. Ganz sicher würde der Thrill nicht derselbe sein, wenn er erstens den Kerl kannte und zweitens - noch schlimmer - der Kerl ihn kannte. Er überlegte noch, als der junge Löwe aufstand, und hinter ihm tapste. Er fragte sich eben, ob ihm er ihm den Gürtel öffnen wollte, als er plötzlich wie vom Blitz getroffen wurde und seine Beine weich wurden. Im nächsten Moment lag er am Boden, überraschenderweise unfähig, sich irgendwie zu bewegen. der Löwe wiederum stand noch an seiner Stelle und hielt einen handelsüblichen Elektroschocker grinsend in seiner Pfote. "Ich hab dich nicht vergessen" sagte er noch, doch sein Grinsen wurde bitterer. Mit einer überraschenden Kraft hob er den schlaffen Körper von Vince auf das Bett und zog ihn aus - ein Umstand, den der Wolf in diesem Zustand nicht so sehr mochte. Allerdings hatte der Schlag auch sein Maul gelähmt, also bekam er nicht mehr als ein dumpfes Grollen durch die geschlossenen Leftzen heraus. Der Löwe indes hatte seine Jacke ausgezogen. Darunter trug er ein sehr anregendes Netzshirt und - zu Vinces unangenehmer Überraschung - Seile links und rechts über seine Schultern gehängt. Er riss die Augen auf und Rhyn grinste in neckisch an, während dieser die Seile an den Bettenden befestigte. "Wir werden viel Spaß zusammen haben" kicherte der Löwe und befestigte mit überraschendem Eifer die Seile am Kopfende mit mehreren Schlaufen um die Handgelenke des nun leicht wimmernden Wolfs. Kaum war er an den Handgelenken fertig, holte er zu Vinces Entsetzen die Spreizstange, die er letzte Woche noch an dem Löwen ausprobiert hatte, hervor und spannte zwischen die Hinterpfoten des Wolfes. Dieser begann bereits leicht sich mit der Brust zu winden, hatte aber offensichtlich noch keine Kraft in den Hinterläufen. Rhyn nahm ein langes Stück Seil, legte es um die Spreizstange knotete ein Ende an eine mittige Stange am Rahmen des Kopfendes und zog nach einer Umwicklung um dieselbe Stange mit dem anderen Ende solange, bis die Stange auf Brusthöhe des nun knurrenden Wolfes angelangt war, bevor er das Ende fixierte. Zuletzt nahm der Löwe sein Halstuch ab, dass Vince ebenfalls bis jetzt nicht wirklich aufgefallen war, rollte es zusammen machte mittig einen Knoten und stopfte es dem Wolf in dessen Maul, um es hinter seinem Schädel zu verknoten. Rhyn nickte, als er sein Werk prüfend betrachte und nahm das Kissen unter dem Kopf des nun schwach an den den oberen Seilen reißenden Wolfes und stopfte es unter dessen Hüfte. "Weißt du", sagte der Löwe, während er seine Shorts auszog. "Deine Behandlung letzte Woche kenne ich aus meiner Kindheit.". Er machte dabei ein ernstes Gesicht, als würde er einige unschöne Erinnerungen vor dem inneren Auge haben. "Es hat schon ein Grund, warum ich nicht mehr bei meinen Eltern lebe und dieser Arbeit nachgehe". Er wandte sich nun bis auf das Netzshirt nackt dem Wolf zu. Er sah schon nicht schlecht aus: Mager, aber nicht zu mager, beiges Fell, kurze dunkle Mähne. Er hatte einiges an Bauchmuskeln und jenseits des Bauchnabels sah es auch nicht schlecht aus, auch wenn Vince eine dunkle Befürchtung hatte, als er zusah, wie der junge Löwe sich beiläufig über die nicht gerade klein dimensionierte Felltasche strich. "Aber du solltest verstehen, dass ich das Image des schutzlosen Sexobjekts nicht so stehen lassen will." Langsam kroch die schwarze Spitze des Löwenpenisses aus der Felltasche, die sich etwa im selben Maße wie Vinces Augen vergrößerte. Der Löwe macht einen Schritt aufs Bett zu. "Du weißt schon... Stammtischgespräche." Der Löwe zwinkerte, während er sich auf das Bett begab. "Hmm", sagte er nachdenklich, "wusstest du, dass ich noch nie so rum Sex hatte?" Er platzierte sich hinter dem Wolf und sah sich um. "Hast du Gleitmittel da?" er horchte und bekam nur ein unterdrücktes Schreien zur Antwort. "Nein?" - er grinste. "Und ein Kondom wahrscheinlich auch nicht?" - ein erneuter Schrei. Er grinste immer noch. "Soll mir recht sein" - und schob mit diesen Worten sein Glied in einem Zug bis zum Anschlag in den Wolf. Der wollte aufjaulten, doch durch das Tuch war nur ein unterdrücktes Krächen wahrnehmbar. "Ja, die Dornen..." sagte er und kreiste spielerisch mit seinem Penis im Hintern des Wolfes. "Ich sagte doch, ich hatte meine Gründe, meine Eltern zu verlassen" - für einen Moment machte er wieder ein ernstes Gesicht. "Aber sei's drum. Ich bekomm mein Geld ja nicht für's Nichtstun, nicht wahr?" - und zog damit seinen Penis vorsichtig wieder heraus. Es klebte etwas Blut daran, nicht viel, aber die Dornen an seinem Löwenpenis waren alles andere als anregend - soviel war klar. Er schob sein Glied - diesmal etwas langsam - wieder hinein und begann, einen langsamen aber stetigen Rhythmus zu finden. Er seufzte leise. "Jetzt weiß ich, was ihr so toll daran findet" und Vince spürte, wie der Löwe in ihm weiter an Größe und Länge gewann. Ihn hatte der erste Stoß wie eine brennende Lanze getroffen. Jetzt, da die Spitze des Löwenglieds jedoch seinen Hintereingang und seine Prostata massierte, überkam ihn ein Gefühl, dass er nicht wahrhaben wollte. Zu seiner Scham zeigte sich dieses Gefühl auf sehr eindrucksvolle Weise in seiner Lendengegend. Rhyn sah, wie sich der Penis des Wolfs aus der Felltasche schob und an Größe gewann. Er grinste und während er das rosafarbene Fleisch des Wolfs betrachtete, wie dieser sich zu einer prächtigen Größe entwickelte, die befellten Bälle, die bei jedem Stoß gegen seine Hüfte stießen, spürte er, wie seine Lust an Intensität gewann, und damit auch sein Tempo. Schließlich übernahmen die wilden Instinkte in ihm und er ließ sich einfach nur gehen, spürte, wie das Kribbeln und die Hitze in seiner Lendengegend immer intensiver wurde, seine Stöße immer kürzer und schneller und sich alles in ekstatischem Gefühl entlud, welches er in animalischer Wut mit einem majestätischem Brüllen quittierte. Dann fühlte er nur noch das Pumpen seiner Lenden, die jedes letzte Quäntchen in den Hintern des Wolfs pumpten, sein Körper fest dagegen gepresst, als wollte er, dass nichts daneben ging, und wenige Momente später ließ er sich nach vorne fallen, stützte sich mit seinen Armen seitlich der Brust seines Opfers rechtzeitig ab und sah diesem mit noch gefletschten Zähnen an. Er entspannte seine Gesichtszüge, lächelte kurz und leckte dem Wolf unter dessen Kinn entlang, welcher dies mit einem schrägen Blick quittierte. Als er so über dem Wolf gelehnt war, spürte er dessen pochenden Penis, der eine enorme Wärme abzustrahlen schien und bereits einen Knoten ausgebildet hatte. Etwas Pre war schon von der Spitze auf das Bauchfell des Wolfs getropft, und als Rhyn die weißtrübe Flüssigkeit an dem Stück rosa Fleisch sah, leckte er sich über die Lippen, lehnte sich zurück und schleckte mit seiner rauen Zunge über die feine Spitze. Im selben Moment warf Vince den Kopf zurück und gab ein unterdrückten Seufzer von sich. Rhyn grinste, beugte sich noch etwas mehr über (was ihm als Katze nicht so schwer fiel, da sein Rücken noch elastisch genug war) und nahm die Penisspitze zwischen die Lippen. Seine Liebkosungen schienen dem Wolf zu gefallen, da dieser sich nun gegen die Seile räkelte und den Rücken in die Laken drückte. Mit dem pulsierenden Wolfsschaft zwischen seinen Lippen weiter amüsiert grinsend, ließ er das üppige Stück Penis in seinem Maul verschwinden und umschleckte den Knoten, der als einziger noch freilag. Die Aktion regte ihn selber derart an, dass er bereits wieder etwas Erregung in seinem eigenen Glied spürte und erneut begann, im nun gut geschmierten Hintern des Wolfes leichte Stossbewegungen zu vollführen. Der Wolf machte kurz ein Geräusch aufflammenden Schmerzes, aber offenbar war die Zunge des Löwen Ablenkung, so dass er wenige Stöße später sich wieder gegen das Bett drückte. Ab und zu spürte Rhyn den leicht salzigen Geschmack von Pre auf seiner Zunge, doch auch dieses Mal begann das knisternde Gefühl aus der Lendengegend ihm immer mehr den Verstand zu vernebeln und ihn in etwas näher an seine primitiven Instinkte zu führen. Ehe er es sich versah, pumpte er seine Glied wieder mit einer rabiaten Geschwindigkeit in den Wolf, während er mit einer Pfoten dessen Knoten massierte und mit seiner Zunge die Länge des Wolfpenis umschmeichelte. Schließlich spürte er, wie der Wolf unter ihm zusammenzuckte, und der Druck auf seinen Penis und damit die Enge zunahm. Er bewegte sich in derselben Agilität weiter und spürte, wie sein Höhepunkt immer näher kam, als er das salzige Sperma des Wolfes in seinem Maul schmeckte. Er schluckte zwar Schwall um Schwall, konnte aber nicht vermeiden, dass etwas daneben, den pulsierenden Knoten über die pumpenden Bälle herabfloss. Und es war ihm egal, da ihn im selben Moment der eigene Orgasmus traf und er mit einigen gezielten Bewegungen aus der Hüfte das Pumpen seines Körpers unterstützte. Als die Welle länger wurden, wurden auch seine Bewegungen langsamer, bis er schließlich ein letztes Mal in den Hintern des Wolfs stieß und mit zusammengebissenen Zähnen schnaubte. Vince hatte den Kopf zur Seite fallen gelassen und sah aus wie besinnungslos. Rhyn verharrte noch einige Minuten, bis sein Atem wieder ruhiger war und zog sein Glied aus dem Wolf. Er streckte sich, leckte sich über die Lippen und zog sich seine Shorts wieder an, ging zum Kleiderständer und fand in seiner Jacke nach kurzem Suchen seine Geldbörse. Aus der Geldbörse nahm er einige Scheine und ließ sie wieder in seiner Jacke verschwinden. Er zeigte Vince die zwei Scheine und erklärte ihm - für den Fall, dass dieser ihm noch zuhörte: "Der Hotelbesitzer wird dich befreien. Ich denke, dass wird reichen, damit er keine Fragen stellen wird". Der Löwe ging zur Türe, und versteckte ein schelmisches Lächeln, dann war er durch die Türe und diese fiel ins Schloss.

Title: Dr. Love's Exam Tags: anal penetration, forced nudity, restraints, medical, exam, exposed "Have you decided on the next scene?" She looked up from her appetizer to see the question in his blue-gray eyes. She reached into her purse and passed him the slip of paper, looking away. Moments later she looked up at his comment. "This will take a little while." She shivered at how *clinical* he had become. Exactly as she wanted. It was their arrangement. First her, then him. The scenes could be as elaborate as each wanted to make them. In this case, she fretted about it more than usual, fixating on it for the next couple of days. After a week, she had almost forgotten about it. They didn't speak of it, it was assumed; in the background. They went out, saw plays, ate dinner, slept over at each other's houses, but the topic of the scene never came up. It was part of the deal. Several weeks afterward, she got a phone call. "Your appointment with Dr. Love will be on Wednesday, March 12, 4PM. Can you make it?" She was startled. It was a woman's voice she didn't recognize. Dr. Love? Dr. Love? She had no doctor by that name...and then of course it swept over her, sending chills down her spine. The lengths he went to. And then the image of *his* length and she shivered again. "Theresa Camp? Is this Theresa Camp's residence?" "Yes. Sorry. This is Terry. Ummm...hold on, let me check. March 12^th, 4pm. Yes. I can make that." The woman confirmed the address and suggested she may not want to eat much before the appointment. Clinical. It was all very clinical. Terry swallowed at the thought of what he had arranged, her juices already flowing. The 12^th was still a couple of weeks away. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She loved this part of it -- the unspoken understanding he had made *arrangements*; the quiet secret-that-wasn't-a-secret raising her expectations. It made their love-making even more intense. \* - \* - \* - \* She arrived at a small house off a commercial district in Saraton, a tony part of town. A wooden sign outside listed several professional services, including a Dr. Love, G,P. M.D. She had been aroused all day in anticipation, and the thought he had gone to these lengths to satisfy the scene turned her on even more. As she climbed the stairs to the entrance she could feel how squishy she had become. She hugged her arms against her side, vibrating with anticipation. The building had several doors -- a converted apartment house or some such; it took her a minute to find the entrance to "Dr. Love's" suite. Climbing the stairs, she reflected, *again*, on what he had planned for her. The official engraved plastic sign on the door to the offices maintained the level of accuracy to the scene. She pushed open the door and walked in. The waiting area was typical for a small practice: a couple of cushioned chairs, side tables with boring magazines, a glassed-in reception counter. The entire place was deserted. She paused, confused. "I'll be with you in a moment, just sign in at the counter." A disembodied voice from somewhere else in the suite surprised her. She didn't recognize the voice: male, older, authoritarian. Not his voice. She did as she was told, the moisture building between her legs. The extent to which he had made the scene so realistic sent a pulse through her groin. She lightly pressed her mound against the countertop. She saw her name on the roster and signed and dated on the line. "You can start filling out those forms, Ms. Camp, and we'll get started in a moment. I just have one patient I'm finishing up with. The office is short-staffed today. I appreciate your patience." She still couldn't see who it was talking, but the interchange left her breathless. *A real patient. What did Mike do? Short-staffed?* She could feel the familiar loosening of her insides, the images of what was planned for her swimming through her head. Would there be a nurse? She re-imagined being opened by the speculum, a vision she'd fantasized about over and over again these past couple of days: the cold steel opening her, his hands reaching in, her feet up on the stirrups. She shook her head and looked for the forms. The stack of forms were typical and accurate: medical history, family medical history, prescriptions, HIPAA release forms, etc., etc. She grew a little alarmed as she filled them out that these were actually going to be on file in this doctor's office. She had already assumed he was a real doctor, as no sight or sound of Mike was evident. The anxiety and anticipation mixed with her arousal: she could feel her juices beginning to leak into her panties, struggling to not push against her pussy and in spite of her need. She raced through the forms, thankfully her medical history was minimal, but she still felt somehow obligated to be truthful; she didn't know what would actually happen with the information. As she was finishing the last of them, she noticed a shift in the light and looked up to see the door next to the reception desk opening. "Theresa Camp?" The voice was the same as the one she'd heard before, but she still didn't recognize it. Nor did she recognize the man. She was expecting to see Mike, but the individual in the doorway was taller, heavier and his face wasn't shaped the same. At least, the portion of the face she could see. The doctor was in his scrubs, his hair covered by a hospital cap, his mouth and nose covered by a mask. "I'm sorry. I have a bit of a cold this week and I'm trying not to get my patients sick. I apologize for the unorthodox costume." She looked at him trying to determine if it really *was* Mike. Her brain suggested it could be, even if her eyes didn't recognize him. The voice wasn't his in the least -- raspier...older. And the physique -- the shoulders were too broad, he seemed too tall. The room swam for a moment as she considered what she was about to do: she was here for a complete physical, and she would be examined by a stranger. She struggled with her feelings. Mike had always played his part to a "T." Her nipples suddenly hardened at the prospect of her exam, the fantasy of the speculum and being spread open -- now by a complete stranger. As frightening as the prospect that it *wasn't* Mike, was the possibility that it *was.* What did that say about her, that she couldn't even recognize her lover of 6 months? She realized he was waiting for her and collected the paperwork and her things. He held the door for her and as she passed him by she realized he even *smelled* differently from Mike. She looked up at his face, to see if his eyes were the same blue-grey color, and to her alarm, they weren't. Again she felt a shiver down her spine, only it wasn't completely fear -- the sense of excitement at what Mike had planned was hitting her full force. "So, Ms. Camp, let's see what is going on with you." He had settled on the rolling stool after offering her a seat in one of the exam rooms. It was a typical exam room, the bed with the crinkly paper, a sink and counter filled with instruments, the walls covered in medical posters or cabinets and something she hadn't seen before, a television set on a rolling cart with some sort of tubing. He leafed through the first few sheets of paper and realized she hadn't finished. "Do you have any allergies?" She shook her head, crossing her legs. She had worn a simple wool skirt and white blouse, something she could quickly get into and out of. The room felt a little chilly; she wondered what it would feel like when she was undressed. Again, the thought of being naked in front of this stranger as part of Mike's scene sent a pulse of arousal through her. She realized she had missed what he'd said. "Excuse me, I'm sorry. What?" "What, in particular, brings you here today. I assume you had a reason for making the appointment?" Her throat caught. *Shit!* Mike may very well have made an appointment for her. Her mind reeled. "Uhhhm...I thought I should get a check up." She almost made it sound like a question and cursed herself for being so stupid. "When was your last gynecological exam?" He had put the papers down and had stood up, beginning to start the exam. *What month was it...shit, shit, shit...*"Last November?" He put a blood pressure cuff on her arm and a stethoscope on her wrist. She breathed quietly while he completed the procedure. "120 over 73 -- great. Your pulse seems a little fast -- are you nervous?" She licked her lips, wondering how to explain herself. "A little," she offered, noncommittally. "It's okay. Uhhh," he turned to the door, distracted by the sound of conversation outside in the hall. "Go ahead and disrobe while I check on something. You can hang your clothes in there." He waved to a closet. "I'm not expecting anyone," he mumbled, distractedly. "I'll be right back," and he quickly opened and shut the door. Terry looked around for a gown. Opening all of the drawers in the cabinets, the drawers under the bed, the closet. *There's supposed to be a gown. Shit!* Her nipples hardened again as she imagined his eyes looking at her stripped naked. Obsessed with her version of the scene, she fast-forwarded to her feet up in the stirrups; she licked her lips, her panties completely soaked. "There's nothing for it," she whispered to herself, hoping it really was Mike, or that Mike was going to come in. She was a bundle of nerves at the possibilities. She started to unbutton her blouse and slipped it off, placing it on a hanger. She slipped off her shoes and stockings. She couldn't avoid it any longer, unzipping her skirt. There was a quick knock on the door and she turned from hanging her skirt. She saw her reflection in the mirror on the back of the closet door -- a beautiful young woman, half-naked, slightly afraid...no...startled. The image sent another pulse through her groin and up her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment at the sweet-honey feeling. "Theresa..." "Terry...please." She looked down, trying to avoid his eyes. She searched for any sign it was Mike, but even the doctor's hands were covered with latex gloves. "Terry. Please, I apologize for the confusion. My team has all left for the day. I would usually have a nurse here, but..." "...do you have any gowns, Doctor?" She interrupted. She wasn't sure which way to turn -- into the closet? That would be ridiculous. But turning the other way and she was standing exposed. She'd never had an examination without a gown. "Gowns. Aren't there any in the drawers there?" He moved across the room to check the same drawers she had already searched. He stood up, equally unsuccessful. "It's okay, I'm a doctor," he said jokingly. "I can turn up the heat a little if you're cold. Go ahead and get undressed." He turned away slightly, affording her a small bit of privacy. She blushed, realizing she would be putting on a striptease...for a doctor. She peeled away her bra revealing her hard nipples, her breasts covered in goosebumps. Her blush deepened. *This has to be a scene!* Her mind was screaming at her even as she slipped her fingers into her waistband and peeled her panties down her legs, exposing her bush. Completely naked now, she put her clothes in the closet and tried to calm her heart. She could smell her musk, whether from her underwear or drifting up from between her legs, she wasn't sure. Her face was flushed, the color spreading down to the top of her breasts. Dr. Love continued to mark her chart and looked up. "Very well. Let's get started then. You can have a seat on the bed there." In her mind's eye she took stock of the situation. 5'2, 115 pounds. Auburn hair in a page boy. A light tan from their recent trip to Hawaii, but mostly pale white skin. Her breasts sloped down from her chest, slightly tear dropped, her nipples standing up proudly like a flag at the end of a ski-jump, planted in chestnut colored aureoles. She walked to the end of the bed, looking down at her auburn muff, the triangle of hair neatly trimmed but full, extending down between her legs. She struggled with her feelings -- it wasn't at all what she'd been imagining for the past two weeks, but at the same time she couldn't remember being this turned on. The thought of Mike setting her up with a complete stranger -- it didn't compute and it sure didn't make sense. She was practically cumming just thinking about it. As she started to climb on the bed he stopped her. "Shoot. I knew I was forgetting something. I need to get your weight. Come along. It's just outside here." He opened the door and waited for her. Seeing her hesitation, he said reassuringly, "It's okay, there's no one in the office. I sent away the cleaning crew -- they had come too early." He opened the door wider to let her see outside and then gently waved her to the scale. Terry slipped off the bed and walked slowly to the door, half expecting to see a crowd of janitors or nurses, or someone, standing out in the hall to watch her. Entering the small hallway and turning to the scale, she finally exhaled. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, her nipples poking out like small wooden pegs, a mixture of the cold, anxiety and arousal. She hated to be naked in public; Mike knew that! Even at the swimming-suit optional beach she refused to take off her bottoms. This wasn't exactly public space, she understood that in her head, but it didn't stop the slight panic that made her heart race. The panic only increased her horniness. Her pussy, not just wet, was starting to itch, her labia swelling at the thought of walking into the hall stripped naked. Without her underwear to absorb her juices, they were starting to drip down her thighs. She blushed again. "The scale's a little tricky," Dr. Love came up behind her, adjusting the weights. "To get the most accurate weight, it's best if you stand here..." he turned her gently to face towards the door to the reception area, his glove covered fingers brushing against her naked thigh. "And if you hold your hands out like this," he put them out to the side, level with his shoulders, "it works best." Her heart hammered in her chest. She tried to control her breathing but that only made matters worse, forcing her breasts to rise and fall. She saw him staring at her while he fiddled with the scale. As he was almost ready to tell her to step down, there was a noise from the outer room. Terry jerked and looked over at the door and then to the doctor. "Hold on. Don't move please, the scale is really finicky. That's it. Just keep your arms still for a minute. Let me find out what the devil is going on out there." He gently lifted her arms again, leaving her standing exposed and facing the door to the reception area, the only barrier between her nakedness and yet another stranger. She focused on her breasts rising and falling with her breath. To her horror he went to the door, opened it, *and left it open* as he walked out to see who was there. In her head she was screaming to run to the exam room and close herself in, but her body was frozen, completely exposed, complying with his directions to stay still. Her skin prickled and she felt her pussy clamp at the thought a second stranger would find her in this ridiculous position. *It has to be Mike! He's just doing this to make it more crazy!* Even her befuddled head wasn't fooled by the rationalization: she sounded as if she were trying to convince herself. She heard Dr. Love arguing with someone, their voices audible but the words unintelligible. At any moment, she realized, whoever was out there could walk in front of the door and see her standing like Christ on the cross, a naked, female Christ of course, but still. She smiled briefly before wondering why she didn't just stop this nonsense and move into the room. The sound of someone approaching the open door almost made her jump out of her skin; the relief at seeing it was the doctor made her drop her hands to her thighs. "Sorry. Let's try that again." He closed the door and walked back to her, lifting her hands up again. Standing in front of her, his lab coat brushed against her nipples as he fiddled again with the scale. "So, have you had any unusual changes in weight since your last exam?" He stepped back, waved her off the scale toward the room, jotting notes. "No. I'm a little heavier than I'd like, but nothing unusual." She thought about how she'd put on a few pounds, mostly in her butt and thighs, how she really wanted to get thinner, but didn't really want to work it off. "Well, you look just fine. Just fine." He ushered her back into the room and the feeling of being safe and protected washed over her. She perched herself back on the bed as he had instructed before. She spread her legs a little to keep her balance, realizing she was exposing herself to him; the feeling of being exposed, in the room, with just him, was so much more arousing than the possibility of being exposed to just anyone coming in off the street. She shivered again at the thought of someone seeing her on the scale. He proceeded to test her reflexes, pushing here, prodding there, taking notes, all the while asking questions about her eating habits, what she did for recreation, how she spent her free time. He asked her to breathe in deeply, the stethoscope against her chest, his hand pushing against her spine. And then again, this time the scope on her back. "Go ahead and lie down now. So, you are active sexually?" He had her shimmy up the bed, her head on a slightly raised pillow, her knees momentarily raised as she found leverage to scoot onto her back. The question was perfectly acceptable for a doctor to ask, but it sent a pulse of electricity up her spine. "Yes." She settled her legs back down, her feet just at the end of the bed. "Mmmm, hmmmm. Any pain with intercourse?" He continued his palpitations, running his hands down her throat, across her chest to her stomach, tapping her liver and intestines, moving the stethoscope as he traveled down. He skipped over her pubic area, continuing his inspection of her legs, pushing his fingers into her muscles and joints. "No," she answered softly, the liquid brimming inside her, the vibrations running up and down her spine. "Do you have satisfying orgasms?" He spread her legs a little, feeling along the joints behind her knees. "When I have them." She thought about having one right now and focused on the ceiling. "Well, everything is normal so far. I'd like to proceed with the gynecological exam. We'll do a breast exam, and then a recto-vaginal exam. We do things a little differently than you might be familiar with, so if you have any questions, please stop me." He turned away, pulled a camera from a drawer and snapped it into a wall mounted support. She stared as he swung the support out and tilted the camera down towards her. "I assume you do a regular breast exam?" He sounded so gentle and kind, like a concerned uncle. *Unlike any uncle I ever had*, she smiled at the perverse thought. Still the camera. What was up with the camera? He turned to the rolling cart, pushing it away from the wall, facing the T.V. towards her. He turned it on and she saw herself, lying down on the bed from the perspective of the camera. "I'd like you to demonstrate how you do your breast exam. If you could please." He waited for her, his hand resting on the camera. Even as she grew embarrassed at the idea of manipulating her breast for a camera, for anyone for that matter, she felt the electricity in her groin traveling up her spine. She hesitated. Finally, taking a breath, she moved her fingers up to her breasts and began to circle them around the nipples in widening arcs. As she pressed in, feeling for any lumps, she realized he had started taping her. She closed her eyes, concentrating. "Okay. Let me stop you right there. It's important you do this correctly, right? I'm concerned you may not be getting it right. First of all, it's important to watch yourself. That's why I've set this up, so please try not to close your eyes. Secondly, let me demonstrate it with you, and if you have any questions, I'll give you this tape so you can review it later." He walked over to the side of the bed and took her right hand. Moving it up to her breast, he pressed it into the nipple, moving it in a circle without moving it away. The feeling of his fingers on hers, pressing against her nipple sent a small shock through her, the glow of arousal in her muff ballooning. She suppressed a moan, fighting the urge to lift her pelvis and open herself further. Instead, she silently let him manipulate her fingers against her sensitized nipples. She watched herself on the T.V., stretched out naked while he manipulated her breasts. She felt like a school-girl, as if she'd never done an exam before. It wasn't that he was patronizing -- she didn't get that feeling at all -- she actually felt his concern at her examining herself properly. Her mind was in a swirl. His fingers moved hers slightly and then he repeated the process on a different part of her breast. She was naked, alone with a stranger in an exam room. He was going to examine her. He was already touching her breasts, *taping her!* She could feel her moisture continue to build, the pulses of electricity now enveloping her gut. He took forever, moving slowly around her left breast and then he stopped. "Go ahead, try it on your right breast without me." She moved her left hand to her nipple and did as he had demonstrated, slowly pressing into her flesh, moving in circles before lifting her fingers and doing it again. Her brain was split between the image of herself on the T.V., the feelings of her fingers on her breasts, the image of being naked and exposed, how she was performing for the camera, for him. She felt the leak growing into a trickle and blushed a deep crimson down to the middle of her chest. "Much better, Terry. Okay. Let's see. I might need your help for a minute. I usually have the nurse help me but of course she's not here." He pulled the stirrups out from the table and looked a little confused for a moment. "I'm afraid I'll have to have you sit up again." He offered his hand and pulled her up, her legs opening to steady herself. Her slit opened with them, and even her thick thatch of pubic hair couldn't cover the slick inner surfaces that were momentarily exposed. She couldn't see herself on the TV from this angle, but she caught a flash of her naked vagina before it left her field of view. She felt the trickle of juices running down to her anus. Her blush never let up. "Here, slide forward. I'm sorry. I'm a little disorganized." He put his hand down to her lower back and helped her push herself forward to the end of the bed. He pulled the stirrups forward, even with the top of the bed but extending out from it in a straight line. "Can you get your feet on them there?" He had her bring her feet up until they were both nestled in the metal cups, her hands behind her keeping her sitting up. Now she was completely open, her slit peeling apart, the outer labia thickened by her arousal, the inner leaves soaked with her juices. She could smell herself and she knew he must smell her too. With her hands holding her up she felt powerless to cover herself; a part of her brain was urging her, screaming at her to do something about her exposure. Dr. Love pulled the TV in front of her again, to make sure she saw how exposed and open she was, her breasts and vagina completely visible to the robotic eye of the camera: A young woman, pushing herself towards the camera, her pussy wide open, dripping, her nipples raised in arousal, her face flush. "Now the procedure I'd like to do, Terry, requires a slightly different position than you are used to, I suspect. We'll need to do the traditional inspection in a minute, but...oh shoot. Damn I really am making amateur mistakes. Don't move." He turned to rummage in a drawer. She looked up with concern that there was something wrong, and witnessed again how exposed she was. She felt a glob of secretion moving out of her and hoped it would just soak into the paper on the bed. "Here we go," he turned back, a urine specimen jar in his hand. "I'm so sorry for being so out of it." He sounded sincere. "Let's see...we can do this in a couple of ways. 1) If you want to use the bathroom you can go across the hall, but I'm not sure whether the cleaning crew got the message to come back later this evening. We don't speak each other's language all that well." Her heart raced again at the prospect of walking outside the room nude and possibly encountering the crew. "Or, we could get you off the table and you could squat behind the curtain here, or, if you wouldn't mind terribly, you could just eliminate as you are. It would be fastest, if you can manage it." He looked at her, his eyes gently questioning. "I...I could try going here, but I can't hold the cup and sit up at the same time." "That's the spirit. It will go very quickly, you'll see. But first, I need to take a sample of that." He moved quickly, putting the urine cup next to her on the bed, grabbing an oversize cotton swab from a tray and kneeling down in front of her open vagina. Swiping the swab against her slit, he dragged it up, just barely entering her, coating it with a thick syrup of mucous. At the end of his motion, he brushed the tip of the swab against her clitoris, shooting sparks into her. She breathed heavily, her arms buckling slightly. He looked up at her from between her legs. "Are you aroused?" She knew it would be stupid to lie. He might think there was something wrong with her. She closed her eyes in humiliation and shame that she was getting turned on. "Yes," she answered quietly. "That's just fine," He said gently, relieved. "I was concerned you might have a yeast infection, although you smell perfectly fine." As if to emphasize the point, he pushed his face close to her open slit and breathed in deeply. "Very healthy." She clamped her muscles briefly and pushed a small glob of mucous out. He wiped it up with his forefinger and painted her leg with it. "Okay, now to that urine sample. I have to wipe you first, though." Once again, he turned away, and she was left facing the camera, completely open, her arms pushing her body up, her breasts bobbing with her breath. She saw herself again on the camera, almost as if she were a slut, posing for a bad porn movie. The thought sent yet another pulse of electricity up her spine. Moments later he returned, a moist toilette in his hands. "Normally, I'd have you do it, of course, but I don't think you can manage, right?" She nodded, her pulse increasing at the thought of what he was about to do and then the cold hit her open vagina, the alcohol stinging slightly, followed by pressure from his fingers as he wiped the paper up and over her clit. He had stood to the side so that the camera caught it all, and the rush of cold, followed by the burning and then his soft stroking forced a moan from her. She watched the whole thing on the TV, the images feeding back onto her pleasure. "Oh! God! Shit!" She tried to cover it up but it only made it worse. The sound of her voice, the push of his fingers against her open vagina. She moaned again. "I assume you're okay, yes? That it was just a little intense? I apologize if I was too rough." He pulled the toilet away and looked at her, concerned. "No.." she gasped, catching her breath and trying to slow her heart. "No. Not too rough. It was just a little colder than I expected." She closed her eyes attempting to gain control. But the realization of the camera catching her open and exposed forced her to lose focus. "Can you try and give me a sample from here, or do you need to get down?" He picked up the cup expectantly. "No...I can try." "Here, this might help." He put the cup back down again and moved the stirrups, drawing her feet closer to her butt, her knees rising up. Now she was like a grasshopper, her legs bent and split open, her slit completely exposed and peeling open further. She didn't think she could have been more exposed than she had been, but he had proved her wrong. She concentrated on her heart rate and breathing, trying to ignore the camera. Once again, he lifted the cup this time unscrewing the top, breaking the seal. Standing off to the side again, so that the camera had a clear shot, he placed the lip of the cup just beneath her open slit. "Any time you feel you can start..." She felt her bladder wanting to empty but the embarrassment and exposure of peeing in front of the camera was too much. She tried pushing and coaxing, but nothing came out. "I'm not sure I can, doctor." "Hmmm...I think I can help." Keeping one hand on the jar, he used his other hand to push gently on her bladder, first in and then down, in and then down in a slow rhythm. With two fingers of the hand holding the jar, he lightly tickled her perineum, drifting up to the entrance to her vagina. As soon as his massage successfully induced something short of a tickle from her, her muscles relaxed and she felt the stream beginning to flow. She looked down to see a small fountain of urine flowing from her, the yellow arc landing in the cup. He continued to manipulate her bladder but it wasn't necessary -- the release felt so divine she relaxed back, flexing her elbows, and let it flow, watching it all on TV. The last few drops landed with a "plop' on the footboard to the table and then she felt him wiping her open legs with a towel. "Excellent,' he complimented her, as if she had performed some Olympian feat. "I think that will do very well." He screwed on the top and moved the jar to the counter. "Okay," he continued, "I think we need to get to the end here, yes?" He quickly washed his hands, leaving her to stare at her naked body. She studied her nipples, her neatly trimmed bush, the deep pink slit exposed by her legs pulled up against her. As she watched, she saw more liquid drooling from her open pussy. The sight caused her to flex her inner muscles issuing even more liquid onto the already soaked paper. She wasn't sure what he'd meant by the last comment; she hoped it meant he would be opening her with a speculum and checking her cervix. Her fantasy images overlaid the room and she realized the reality far exceeded anything she had imagined. Over and over she had imagined Mike laying her down, putting her feet up, lubing up some kind of instrument and spreading her open. She sighed at the idea of him not seeing any of this, and then the true meaning of the camera hit her. She laughed a little and then blushed as more goop pushed out of her open slit. "I suspect you are used to having a speculum, yes?" He lightly rubbed her shoulder, relaxing her a little. She nodded. "Well, I've been working on this particular method for a couple of years and I think you'll find it is much more comfortable." He reached behind the rolling cart and pulled out two black rubber hoses, ending in small bulbous black...things...she couldn't come up with any better words for them - bulbs. As he lifted them, she realized they looked like shiny dildos -- one the size of her thumb, the other much larger -- maybe three fingers wide. With the one hand holding the two tubes, Dr. Love used his other on some piece of machinery on the cart. In a moment, the TV image split into three parts -- Terry, exposed to the camera, and two other images out of focus and moving. She could see they were coming from the "dildos" in his hand. '"As I think you figured out, these are small cameras that will let me see every intimate detail of you, with far less discomfort than a speculum. You might even find them pleasurable." The way he said it suggested it likely. "Okay, I guess it would be best to have you lying down, now that I see how you're built. If you can keep your feet in the stirrups, it would help. Let's get you positioned back on the pillow." She eased herself back, pushing her feet against the stirrups, sliding her butt along the paper until she could rest her head on the pillow again. He had turned the TV again so that she could see the entire procedure. *I'll be seeing him penetrate me...ohmygodohmygodohmygod*. The thought of being penetrated -- of seeing herself being penetrated from the outside and the inside simultaneously sent a rush through her head, a prickly glow firing up between her legs. *Get on with it already!* Again, she tried to control her breathing. "I'd like to adjust these if that's alright, yes?" He motioned to the stirrups, having set down the two dildo-cameras. She noted they were pointing directly between her legs, her open vagina a stereoscopic, out-of-focus image below the full body shot of her lying naked on the bed. As he pulled and moved the stirrups, she had difficulty keeping her feet in them, her heels slipping out. It was amusing watching the bumbling doctor with the naked woman. She stared at her breasts on the TV, admiring how they looked lying down. "Ok. I think I've got it. But I'm concerned about you slipping out. Would you mind if I just velcro'ed your feet in?" She started at the idea of being tied down. *Shit. No. Yes. Yes. No!* She swallowed and breathed out, considering her options. "Is that really necessary?" Her voice cracked and she swallowed again. "Sorry. Is it really necessary?" She looked up at him. "I would feel better about it. And I think you would too, actually. The procedure can cause some...stimulation...and given how much your feet slipped out just now, I'd hate to see you skin your leg or hurt yourself." He placed his hand on her inner thigh, lightly rubbing her absent mindedly. The feeling shot through her, into her slit, up her spine, drawing a breath in sharply. She wanted to open herself, to have him penetrate her with his instrument, to not delay any further "Ok. If you think it's best. But you'll let me out the moment I ask?" She sounded so meek she wanted to take it all back. "Of course, Terry. I'm not asking you to submit to some kind of torture." He said it with a smile. She watched as he pulled out a Velcro strap from under the stirrup and placed it across her instep. As soon as he tightened it, she felt a surge move up her leg to her groin. The feeling of being secured into the stirrups, of not being able to close her legs, reverberated through her. She felt an echo up her other leg when he had finished. She moaned from the pleasure this was causing, even though he wasn't touching her body. She watched as a white watery rivulet issued from her pussy. "One more thing," he had come up next to her, his hand resting on her shoulder just inches from her breast. She looked up at him, tearing her eyes away from the three images on the TV behind him. "In my experience with this exam, it helps if I can get you to arch your back a little. But I know that will be a challenge to maintain for as long as I'll need. With your permission, I'll need you to put your arms over your head, and again, it would be best if they could be kept in place." Once again her heart rate leapt at the image he had painted in her head: her arms tied down above her head, her back arched, pushing her breasts into the air. She realized her vagina would be spread even further; further exposed to the camera. She couldn't say anything, the lump in her throat was too big. She just looked away and moved her hands above her head. Reaching behind her, he pulled out a board from the table and secured her wrists with two Velcro straps. When he moved back, she turned her head to see herself on the monitor: A young woman, completely naked, her feet strapped into stirrups, her vagina and anus pointing to the camera, her breasts exposed, the nipples hard, rising and falling with her quickened breath. She couldn't see her face behind the elevated breasts. "Let me make it a little more comfortable," he said gently, and she watched as he pushed a control on the bed. Under her back, the bed hinged, rising up until it pressed her upward slightly, elevating her breasts even more, tilting her pelvis down, pointing her open slit forward slightly. She let out a long breath, the sound relaxing her against the mattress support. "I know it seems silly to strap you up like this," he kept up a steady banter as he returned to the bottom of the bed, careful to keep her privates exposed to the camera. "But it's for your safety and comfort. I'm sorry about the gown. That's just weird." As he spoke he picked up the smaller of the two black bulbs and looked at her naked groin. "I'm going to start with the rectal exam, Terry. I was thinking I wouldn't need lubricant, but...well, what would you prefer?" She swallowed, staring at the black bulb he held up, looking at her stretched perineum. She didn't want to say a word, but for weeks she'd been imagining Mike coating his fingers with lube and slipping them into her ass. She hated lube normally, but in her fantasy she had wanted to feel the cold slippery gel against her insides. "I think," she croaked, "I think it would be best to have lube, doctor." "You want me to lubricate the rectal explorer?" He waited. Maybe he hadn't heard her? "Yes. I think that would be better." He turned to the counter and picked up a squeeze bottle. She watched as he coated the bulb with the shiny jelly, returning the bottle and then turning back to her. "Okay, I'd like you to take a deep breath. While you're holding it, I need you to bear down, as if you are making a bowel movement, pushing your rectum out a little, yes?" She blushed at the idea of pushing out some shit, but she did as he instructed. She watched as the skin around her anus blossomed out, the slightly brownish skin exposing pink flesh inside a radiating ring. He lowered the bulb and she felt it touch her skin exactly at the same time she saw her anus on the camera in the bulb. "Okay, you can let out your breath and relax. I'm going to push this in and you'll feel a little pressure." Her eyes grew wide as the bulb pushed into her and she watched, on camera, as it penetrated her rectum, the channel lit up as a pinkish white tunnel. He pushed it in further and she groaned from the feeling of being penetrated, of being filled up, combined with the bizarre imagery of her own colon. And then it was in completely, swallowed by her anus, the small black cable tugging on her skin slightly. She looked at the overview camera and saw her ring expanded around the black cable, like she was being plugged into a machine rather than the other way around. "So, Terry, you can see the normal colored skin here and here." With one hand he was moving the camera inside her, with another he was pointing out features of her insides on the screen. She was distracted by the larger scene, though, the one where she was stripped naked, spread open and being penetrated by a black cable, by a doctor. She moaned slightly. "Am I hurting you?" He sounded concerned, but remained focused on the imagery on the screen. "No," she whispered. "It feels...it feels good." She blushed at her confession and continued to breathe through the exam. "Oh. Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural to feel some arousal. Do you enjoy the feeling of the anal explorer?" She nodded her head absently, staring at the scene unfolding on the TV, feeling the inrush of sensations up her spine. "I think that's about where we'll stop," he motioned to the rectal-cam and bent down. She watched as he slid a black ring up the cable and pushed it against her anus. "That will keep it in while we proceed to the vaginal exam. If you feel any burning or tearing or any pain at all, you tell me, yes?" She nodded and watched the image of her rectum spasming in time to the slight cramping she felt from the bulbed invader. "Okay, before we get to the next part, I'm going to take a couple of pictures." He stepped behind the cart and fiddled again. Something happened to the rectal-cam and she gasped as it began to move in a circular orbit inside her. The monitor showed a revolving image, first one side, then the bottom, then the other side and then the top of her channel. She looked down past her breasts to see if she could see the thing moving, but she could only feel it: a weird pulsing, like a small fist pushing around inside her. She breathed deeply, the added pressure changing the feeling, and she clamped down on it, trying to push it out. "It's okay. That's normal. Look." He drew her attention back to the rectal-cam and saw how her muscles were closing and opening in a steady rhythm. "That will subside shortly. But if there's any pain, tell me, okay?" She groaned an agreement, and saw a stream of juices practically flowing from her vagina. "Now, with respect to lubrication for this one," he held up the second bulb, again chattering as he considered the next step. "I would say we don't need any, given how much emission you're providing on your own. Normally, I'd say let's use it, but in this instance, it could be much clearer without it. What do you say?" He didn't wait for her to answer as he positioned the bulb at the entrance to her pussy. She nodded vaguely, the feelings growing in her groin from the stimulation and the cameras; the familiar ramp to an orgasm beginning. She could tell it was going to be a big one -- it had been building for a week, in spite of making love to Mike just yesterday -- and now, this setup, so much more than she had bargained for. She moaned as he began to push it in, watching the second camera. The lens brushed past strands of pubic hair, opening her thin inner lips, the deep pink flesh lit up from the bulb's tip. And then it was in her, the visuals weirdly distinct from the feeling of it opening her channel, the sound of it slipping in between her lips, smacking from her natural lubrication. "Yes," he commented, keeping her lips open with two fingers as he manipulated the camera into her. "You don't need any additional lubrication. Do you often lubricate like this, or is this particularly arousing to you?" She didn't know what to say. She blushed at the thought of admitting how aroused she was. Her head was confused, the growing orgasm blotting out any rational thoughts. "I don't think so," she answered and then realized it wasn't an answer at all. "What?" She looked up at him, hoping he would repeat the question. "There, I think we're in." She looked at the vag-cam and saw a completely different sort of tissue from the rectal-cam: where the skin in her rectum was pinkish white, with small veins visible when the camera circled around, the skin in her vagina was a deepish pink -- almost purple. She wanted to move her hands all of a sudden, to stroke her clit which she could see faintly poking out from its hood on the overview camera. She pushed against him, hoping she could stimulate *something.* "It's okay," he reassured her, seemingly misreading her movement, "I'm going to stop for a moment and let you adjust. Then we'll proceed to your cervix." She groaned again, feeling the rectal bulb pushing up against the larger bulb in her pussy, forcing it against the underside of her clit. The orgasm was building, she could feel it, but she knew it wouldn't go much further without something else. She couldn't face the prospect of asking him. She just breathed and whimpered slightly, her eyes moving rapidly from the overview to the rectal-cam and vag-cam. She looked down her body and saw him adjusting himself. *He's getting aroused by this! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod*. The thought forced another moan from her and she adjusted her body, trying to push against the instruments to increase the stimulation. "Shall we proceed?" He placed his hand on her mound, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger just grazing her clit as he pushed the instrument in further. She let out a small cry as much from the change in pressure as the burst of arousal from her sensitive micro-erection. She watched as her flesh peeled away from the bulb until the light shined on a white wall interrupted by another sphincter -- a black spider pattern radiating from a pin hole. "Your cervix. You know," he said conversationally, "you're really quite wet. I don't think I've seen a patient as wet as you are." She moaned again as the rectal-cam pushed against her. "Please," she whispered. She needed him to do something more. "Please..." "We're almost done. I know this can be uncomfortable. Well your cervix looks fine. There's a small test I'd like to perform -- you shouldn't feel anything, but I'll need to attach an electrical lead to your left nipple. If that's okay?" She looked up at him, alarmed at the idea of electricity at this point, but the fog of pleasure slowed her reaction time. The pulsing of the bulb in her ass distracted her, as did the images of her body, the inside of her rectum and vagina. Before she could say anything, he had attached a small clip to her erect nipple. It didn't hurt, to her surprise; it was almost comforting an additional pinching stimulation. She knew it wasn't enough, but it helped a little. And then she watched as a small spark jumped from the vag-cam to her cervix. Moments later she felt the charge *in her nipple* and she let out a small shriek of surprise. 'What the fuck?!" She tried to cover her mouth, at the cuss word that had escaped but her hands were immobilized. Again, a spark, and again a charge on her nipple, this time with a small nova of stimulation in her rib cage. "What is that?" It came out as a hoarse whisper. "So, the interesting thing is, the cervix doesn't really have much in the way of nerve endings. You know the stuff about having a penis deep inside you doesn't mean much up against your cervix. But there are nerve connections with your nipples, yeah? It's not unpleasant, right?" She shook her head, agreeing with his double negative and jerked slightly each time the spark jumped. The electricity added to the glow growing from her clit out to her groin, up her spine and now down from her nipple. "Would you like to feel it against your clitoris? I've been told by some of my patients it can be very stimulating." Again, he didn't wait for her to reply before he pulled another lead out from somewhere and very gently nuzzled it against her nubbin. "No...no...will it hurt...aghhhhhhoh godohgodohgodohgod, yes, yes, yes...shit! yes." She hadn't felt anything like it in her life. With each spark, her clit lit up, exploding small puffs of pleasure into her vagina where the pulse met the bulb, and then an echoing pulse, much fainter now, from her nipple. She kept issuing a stream of exclamations even as her slit issued a thicker stream of mucous. "Okay, Terry, you're almost there. I just need to make one final adjustment in this instrument here," he pointed to the vag-cam, "and then we can move on." As he spoke, he touched a control and she felt the bulb in her pussy begin to expand, pushing against her walls, growing outward toward her entrance, like a clown's balloon. The camera image vibrated and oscillated. She couldn't take it -- the pulses of electricity, the clamps on her nipple and clit, the moving anal plug and now the bulb expanding inside her like a freak cock. The orgasm exploded through her, erupting up her spine, racing into her brain, wiping out any sensory input. The rush of white light enveloped her, dimming the electrical pulses she could still feel, the pulsing in her rectum, the bulb in her cunt that filled her completely. She let out a small scream of pleasure, and arched her back a little higher. As she came out of it, her breathing ragged, tears squeezing from her eyes, she realized he hadn't changed anything. The instruments were still inside her. The only difference was the vag-cam had started to deflate, only to start again. He had moved behind the rolling cart and was fooling around with something else. She wasn't sure she could take any more. It was rare for her to cum more than once as it was, and the supernova of the orgasm was still traveling back through her, down her legs to her feet. "Did you just have an orgasm, Terry?" She couldn't see him clearly from behind the cart, but she thought she heard the sound of a zipper. "Yes...I mean...yes...yes, doctor I did." She was starting to feel a second one building - the two bulbs deep inside her moving in complicated patterns, the imagery of her naked body stretched out, her vagina split open, her muff now wet. Another motion from behind the cart drew her eye and she saw he had removed his pants and was unbuttoning his shirt. *This can't be happening! Mike wouldn't want this!* But in spite of her growing terror, her body flooded her with a different emotion -- a yearning to have a cock deep inside her; the sensations from the electricity continuing to bombard her nerves. He was completely naked now, even though she couldn't see him entirely -- his chest, full of hair, his knees. She wondered what his cock looked like, the hunger for a real fuck wrestling with her confusion; she mentally slapped herself for even thinking it. And then another round of pulses from the machine made her close her eyes, the orgasm just barely cresting. She struggled but couldn't move, other than bounce her butt on the end of the table. The jiggling only intensified the pressure of the electrical leads on her clit and the pulsing of the bulbs in her channels. He came around the cart and she could see his erection, standing practically straight up from between his legs and she moaned. Looking at his butt in the camera momentarily she thought she saw a familiar mole but she was distracted by his movements. He pulled the mask of his face. The face didn't register immediately, even as he pulled his cap off, but then the full image of Mike's body hit her full force and she tipped over the edge into the second orgasm of the day. "OhGODohGODohGODYESYESYESYESYESYES!!" She was so confused, but didn't have time to care. The orgasm lifted her conscious mind away for a few heartbeats, the stimulation from the machine carrying her along. *Mike? Mike? How?* She fluttered her eyes open and stared at him, taking in the familiar muscles, his erection barely visible on the camera. 'How? Wha...." She just looked at him; his eyes weren't the right color! He ran his hands up her legs, pushing on the cables, his thumbs grazing her clit, forcing a guttural moan from her. "Was it everything you wanted?" He stroked her, forcing her to push up against him, purring. "GodGodGodGODYES!" She wanted to be unstrapped so she could take him inside her, kiss him. As if reading her mind, he started pulling the vag-cam out of her, the pulsing bulb pulling open her lips and popping the electrode off her clit. She screamed at the intensity and then moaned at being left so empty. "These are pretty nice, don't you think?" He was studying the bulb as if *that* was the thing she was focused on. "Get your cock in me," she demanded, exasperated. "And tell me what the fuck you did just now....aaggggahhhhgggg" He slipped the head of his erection into her and crawled up onto the table. "This certainly gives a new meaning to the phrase, 'the doctor is in,' eh?" "Undo my hands, Mike, please, I want to feel your butt." As soon as she was free she pushed her hands onto his tight ass, shoving him deeper into her, pushing against the pulsating bulb in her ass. She watched the couple on the TV, the guy deep in the woman, his muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm to the cock pushing deeper into her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming again, yes!" And then she lost consciousness briefly, her hands squeezing his tight buns, the sound of the machines and her moans filling her ears. It felt like hours later, the two of them lightly stroking each other, his lips occasionally brushing across her nipples. "How did you do this?" She let her hand drift onto his ass again. *Such a great ass!* "Bill's a buddy of mine from college. He owed me one. It's a Wednesday and he's never open on a Wednesday." "But the cleaning crew and the 'other patient?'" "No 'other patient.' There was a cleaning crew," he slipped his finger into her cunt, smearing their combined liquid onto her lips. "They were really confused. I had to get that supervisor out of here." "But you left the door open!" "Yeah. Nice touch, yeah?" "No!" She slapped his ass a little harder than was necessary. "Ummm, I like it when you do that." "And all of this? What the fuck is all of this?" She looked over at the equipment and saw the clothes he'd deposited on the floor; she noticed the elevator soles and what looked like shoulder pads. She studied his eyes again, squinting at him. "Well, that's what took some time. I've been thinking about this setup for awhile, and you gave me the perfect excuse. Just took a little of this and a little of that. It works, yeah? Oh. You're confused about the eyes. Contacts." "Yeaahhh," she exhaled the word, thinking about those two bulbs moving inside her, the images on the screen of her orgasm from the inside and outside. "Does the doctor have an open slot?" "Two," he said, sliding off the bed and reaching for the cables.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Roy and Cindy were on a tour of their local candy factory. It was part of a contest held at their high school. The candy factory owner, Dr. Barry, had wanted to boost sales locally and he could think of no better way than to get his name in the local news by inviting twenty kids from the local high school (Barry was very devoted to all things local) to come and visit the factory and sample some of his latest and as yet not released candies. It just so happened that both Roy and Cindy won. The funny thing about this was they were currently dating and had both won by sheer chance. (Unless you listen to Monica, the head cheerleader who insists they somehow rigged it, but then she always had been jealous she couldn't have Roy). Both school goers were thrilled because they were nearing the end of their senior year and they saw this as a great way to end the year and their high school adventure. And if you don't accept that, hell, it was still a free day off school. The tour was nearing its end and Barry wanted to go out with a bang. He had decided that the last room he would lead the entourage through would be his invention room. He figured, what more interesting place could there be in the factory than the room where all his famous candies were born. The kids would even get to see some things that he was still currently working on perfecting for the public. You see, Barry hadn't fallen into the trap of modern day dullness. The only difference he could see between all the candy bars made were some had nuts and caramel, and some just had nuts. Now this may be particularly exciting for some, especially if you love caramel, but not for Barry. He wanted to make revolutionary candies. Candies that would make people see all other candy boring in comparison to his own. Therefore, many of his inventions were highly irregular, even dangerous, and should never be toyed with without his express permission. At least that was what Roy was listening to Barry drone on about as they wandered through the invention room. As far as Roy could tell, it was nothing special. Just large metal contraptions that probably did something boring. He looked over and noticed Cindy not listening. In fact, he liked to notice her a lot, considering she was a beautiful woman with sandy blonde hair and a curvy figure. He wasn't looking as much lately though. She used to be fairly plump with a large butt and boobs, but unfortunately, she had lately been on a diet craze and lost all her extra weight. Most of his friends thought it was a change for the better, but Roy had liked her larger. This day she was wearing a slightly loose pair of soft blue jeans with a sky blue belt, and a light blue button up blouse over a white tank top. Hey Cindy," he whispered, "maybe you should be listening to Barry's warnings." "O please, I'm sure it's nothing," she whispered back as she smacked on her gum. That was another thing that had changed. Ever since she started losing weight, all Cindy did was chew gum. She was obsessed. 'The chewing takes my mind off eating' Cindy would say every time he brought up how annoying the constant gum chewing was. Roy looked back to Barry, annoyed with his girlfriend and her stubborn attitude. He was just trying to make sure she didn't cause trouble. Despite his efforts, she usually did. They had just arrived at a large new machine. "This is our most wonderful invention yet," said the factory owner Dr. Barry to the fidgety group. "Someone press the button to start it up." No one made a motion to move. "Alas, I'll do it myself," and with that Barry eagerly pressed a large red button. The machine instantly whirled into motion creating what everyone expected to be a candy marvel. There were buzzes, beeps, and rotating mechanical wonders. Roy nudged Cindy, "This might be interesting huh?" "Eh, probably just another Candy I can't eat because it'll cause me to balloon up." Mr. Barry reached into a landing chute and pulled out what appeared to be a small blue blob. "Does anyone know what this is," Barry questioned. Her interests suddenly perked, Cindy Spoke up. "It looks like gum," she declared. "Wrong," he said with a wry smile, "it's the most fantastic gum soon to be known to man." "What's so fantastic about it," Cindy questioned with her curiosity growing by the moment. "Why it's a three course meal. Soup, a main course, and dessert. When this is perfected, we will produce a whole line of meals that people will be able to enjoy just by chewing on a stick of gum." Many of the gathered students, many in high level classes such as gym and sewing, started to question Mr. Barry's sanity. However, while he was turned to them defending himself and his self-proclaimed gum, Cindy quickly seized the opportunity to snatch the gum from Barry's extended hand. "Sounds like the perfect thing for me," Cindy declared wanting to be the first the try this wondrous new invention. 'Also,' she thought to herself, 'I can eat an entire simulated meal with none of the calories.' The future diet possibilities were amazing to contemplate. Before she could savor her new found prize, Barry immediately shouted out a warning. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, I really wouldn't. That gum hasn't been fully perfected." Cindy could only smile as she swallowed her old gum (which she was conveniently prone to do) and stuck the blob in her mouth. "Then I'll perfect it for you." "No, you don't understand," Barry tried to impose, "that gum has some severe side effects that still need to be worked out." Cindy was too wrapped up in her excitement to even listen or care now though. Barry sighed, and decided that he had tried to warn her and she would be getting her just desserts now. Quite literally. As Cindy started to chew Roy tried to stop her also, but Cindy just pulled away and told him she could do what she wanted. "This gum is marvelous. It tastes just like chicken noodle soup. O my, now it's changing. Fried chicken and peas! It tastes as though I'm eating the real thing." As the others watched Cindy with curiosity Roy could only wonder about the side effects Barry had tried to caution her about. "Here comes dessert. Blueberry pie!! My absolute favorite!! And this has to be the best blueberry pie I have ever had times ten." Cindy was practically moaning with pleasure now. Then something funny started to happen. Cindy's fingers started turning a faint blue color and the blue started spreading up her arms. "What is happening to her Barry," Roy asked worried. Barry casually answered, "I told her not the have the gum, now she's in for a big surprise. Don't worry though, it won't be that severe." When Roy looked back the blue color had spread all through Cindy's skin and she was starting to notice that something was wrong. She was just getting over seeing her faintly blue skin when Roy noticed something himself. Her small breasts seemed a little larger. He looked closer and realized that they were still growing. Cindy seemed to realize this about the same time and cried out. "O my god, what's happening to my boobs. They feel so funny." "They're growing," Roy said, starting to enjoy the side effects. Cindy could feel the pressure in her breasts increasing and there was a large tingling feeling. Her bra started to tighten and she could feel her boobs starting to push into her bra more and more. Her shirt also started tightening. "What have you done to me Barry?" "Don't worry," Barry assured, "this always happens at the dessert. All you have to do is spit out the gum and this will stop." "I can't spit out the gum," Cindy said frantically noticing the buttons on the top part of her shirt begin to strain. Barry sighed, "Well, I think you probably should consider it. You don't want this to go any further." "I can't spit it out because I swallowed it. I thought the flavor was about up and I always swallow my gum when I'm done with it." Barry looked horrified. "How could you swallow the gum!! I can't believe you did that. This is not good, not good at all." By this time Cindy's breasts were in the range of DD. The top button on her blue blouse finally couldn't hold any longer and popped off with a clang. "Well, this isn't that bad. All your side effects seem to do is give me larger breasts. I've always wanted to be fuller up top. I just hope this blue tint to my skin fades." "And what happens when your breasts start getting to full," Barry questioned. Cindy looked up with a confused gaze. "What do you mean?" Suddenly a second button burst off her shirt and Cindy's growing cleavage became more apparent. Her white tank top was now visible and it looked incredibly strained. Roy noticed Amy almost looked a little bluer now. That was when Cindy started to feel the tingling feeling spread. "O my, I feel so funny!" Suddenly, Cindy's thighs started to grow rounder. "What are you doing now Cindy?" someone shouted. "Help me, my legs are getting fatter. Ooo, it feels so weird. I can feel them growing rounder." Barry looked worried, "We need to get that gum out of her quick. We need to get it out of her before this can spread anymore. None of my workers are answering my call though." Cindy could only stare helplessly as all the wrinkles in her jeans smoothed over as her legs grew into them. Then her thighs started pushing into her jeans, growing rounder by the second. Everyone was surprised by a ting sound, until they realized another button had popped off her shirt completely exposing Cindy's enormous breasts stuffed inside her bra and tank top. The blue hue had grown stronger and could be seen through the tank top. "Ahhh, my boobs are still growing too." "Your legs are quickly catching up though," Roy said pleased, started to get very turned on. And it was true. The inside of Cindy's thighs finally got round enough to touch each other. Cindy, realizing this, spread her legs apart some not wanting her thighs to touch because that was an indication of how fat they were becoming. However, her legs just started pumping up faster and one could really see just how thick they were becoming. Then they too slowed down in their growth, but were still slowly growing like her boobs. In her moment of reprieve Cindy got angry. "Look at what you did to me," Cindy shouted at Barry moving toward him. As she walked, she waddled slightly with her round thighs rubbing and her boobs moving up and down. "You brought this on yourself, but it's only just begun. Like I said, we need to get that gum out of you fast." Cindy continued moving toward Barry and Roy got a view of her backside which now seemed a little puffy. She suddenly stopped and grabbed her butt. Roy could see her hands moving outward and Cindy could feel the odd sensation of her butt checks growing into her hands. "Oh no, not my butt now too. What's happening to me? My whole body is getting huge." Her butt started widening more and more. Her rear end passed the point of curvy and continued rounding out. Her butt was getting really plump now and started pushing into the seat of her jeans. Even her belt started feeling a little tight. "I have to get out of here," she cried in her panicked state. Cindy started to walk away, but slower and slower. Her thighs were still growing and were quite round by now. As she walked away her butt continued to grow and began to sway more with each step. Her panty lines became very pronounced as her jeans grew even tighter and started to creak a little. Suddenly there was a loud snap. Cindy jumped and realized her extremely tight bra had finally broke to her cantaloupe sized breasts. "Somebody help me, I don't know what is happening to me. I'm filling up." "Like a balloon," Roy added. "Like a blueberry," Barry corrected. "This is all your fault, Barry," she pouted. "Oh no, that feeling is growing again. Roy, stop this" But it was too late and her hips started to flare out. "Ooooo, I'm getting fat everywhere. Stop this!" Cindy tried holding her hips in but it was no use and they just continued growing. Her butt was still growing rounder by the second and her hips tightened her belt even more. Cindy's arms started to push out due to her hips enlarging outwards further and further. Cindy now had a very pronounced hourglass figure as her hips slowed down and the funny feeling started to grow again. She was helpless as her stomach started to poof out. Her shirt grew tight and her stomach pushed into the crotch of her jeans. Her butt and hips were still growing underneath her ever tightening belt. Cindy spread her legs out again as her legs plumped up even more. "Uhhh, my belt hurts so much," she moaned. One by one the bottom buttons on her shirt blew off like a gun firing. Her tank top was stretched over her growing midsection. Her blue belly button started to poke out from under her tank top and grow over her belt. Her crotch filled even more. Her belt started groaning and finally burst off with a loud bang. Her midsection gave one final shove into the button of her incredibly tight jeans and the inflation suddenly ceased. "Look at me, I'm so fat. I am about really to burst out of my clothes. OOOOOO, that feeling is growing so big now." "Oh no," Barry said, "the final push." "Huh, what do yo..." but Cindy never finished her statement. Suddenly her whole body began to swell again. "Ahhh, help me, my whole body is getting fatter." "Barry," someone yelled, "someone has to get that air out of her quick." Barry answered: "there's no air in there, it's juice. She's blowing up into a huge blueberry." As he said this Cindy's jeans button popped open and her stomach pushed down her zipper. The front of her teal panties were clad to the crotch section. Her tank top started to rip. "I'm getting too big, if this swelling doesn't stop, I'm going to pop." Her beach ball size butt checks finally split the seat of her pants with a large rip. Her teal panties glistening spread over her huge derriere. Right after this her boobs gave a large push forward and burst the last of her tank top. The seams of her jeans gave a final protest as her thighs blew apart the rest of her jeans. Eventually Cindy was standing in just her panties and she was getting rounder by the second. Her butt gave a large swelling thrust and her panties exploded off. Her body deepened to a deep blue and her legs started growing together as even her arms and cheeks filled out. Cindy finished rounding out until she was a blue sphere with a head. Her body started to pulsate with pressure. "Mhhhmm," she mumbled through her large checks. "Barry," Roy screamed, "do something." Just as he said this the workers finally arrived with the device to get the gum out of Cindy. And not a moment too soon. Barry had Cindy rolled to the de-juicing room where she was promptly squeezed. However, even in that short amount of time, some of the juice had been transformed to fat and she was still quite plump after it all. Cindy decided to give up on diets and gum.

Title: A Backwoods Awakening Tags: skinny dipping, first lesbian encounter, natural women, environmental Melissa straightened the collar of her suit coat and steeled herself for the inevitable inappropriate comments as she climbed onto the bus. The swampy Southern air was awfully hot for a coat, and she had been sorely tempted to leave it in her car. But there was no way she was joining Mr. Morahan's brood of investors -- rich, entitled older men one and all, and most of them soused as well by this time of the afternoon -- in only the sheer white blouse she had on underneath. Left to her own devices, of course, she would have worn a darker top for the occasion. And pants rather than a skirt, to be sure, and most of all flat heels! But Mr. Morahan had his rules. And that Melissa swallow her feminist sensibilities and doll herself up for the guys was one of them. *His money is green,* she reminded herself as she stepped up into the bus and the onslaught of hoots and claps began. *We only have to live with it until we can afford to move away.* And after all, she had done the same sort of thing on purpose back in her high school days. But that seemed a lifetime ago now, rather than the five or six years it really had been. So much had changed for Melissa in that time, but her hometown had not changed at all. Setting down her binder on the front seat, Melissa forced a smile as the usual suspects shouted out their lusty approval of her hair, clothes and curves. Mr. Morahan had outdone himself on the booze this time, as the aisle was already littered with miniature bottles of scotch and vodka and heaven knew what else. "Good afternoon, everybody!" she called out over the inebriated din. "I trust Mr. Morahan has told you about the land we'll be seeing today." "He told us we'd be seeing you too!" called out old Mr. Bucks, whom Melissa knew from numerous previous trips. He, at least, could be counted on to open his wallet. "But aren't you awfully hot in that coat, Melissa?" teased Mr. Jameson, one of the younger investors, and also one of the stingier ones, although Mr. Morahan had suggested to her that if she would only join him in his Jacuzzi for just one afternoon... "I'm hot without it too, Mr. Jameson," she replied. "But that's all you're ever going to know of it." She was rewarded with an uproarious laugh from most of the men, and Mr. Jameson slunk down so low in his seat that she couldn't see him. "Now, as I was saying, gentlemen, Morahan's Woods is our newest concept for new luxury homes, scheduled to break ground just as soon as we complete our investment campaign. The development will be built on a plot of beautiful land just beyond the river's flood basin, which we were recently able to purchase. Mr. Morahan has had his eye on the area for years, and at last we've got access to it. I think you're going to like what you see." From one of the closer rows came a raised hand. Mr. Sheridan, one of the few passengers for whom Melissa would allow the term "gentleman" actually fit. "Yes, Mr. Sheridan?" she asked, relieved that he was the only one with an immediate question. "If Donny has wanted this land for so long, why'd he only get his hands on it now, Melissa? I've known Donny Morahan since before you were born and the man does not wait around when he sees an opportunity." "That's right!" called out a chorus of several others, followed quickly by one of them demanding, "How long will it take for our investment to come back if he took so long to get the land?!" That also earned a round of hearty agreement. "Gentlemen, relax!" Melissa reassured them with her best cheerleader's grin. "There's a perfectly simple answer to Mr. Sheridan's concerns. The land for Morahan's Woods was off limits until recently because of burdensome federal regulations. But now that we have a friend of business in the White House..." She paused knowingly, and sure enough the bus full of Republicans responded with a resounding cheer. "Now you are free to buy the land and wait for your robust returns!" she called out. Her days in the College Republicans weren't all that far behind her, though it did feel a bit funny to be appealing to such things when she was no longer sure she believed in them. The investors did not need to know --any more than her parents needed to know -- that she had voted the other way last year in her first election. It wasn't for environmental reasons anyway, but no one needed to know that either. If any man on that bus had known her real reasons...but Melissa put that thought from her mind. No one ever need know once she had made her escape. "Now then," Melissa concluded, as she darted her eyes briefly out the bus window to see Mr. Morahan pulling up in his Ferrari, "If there are no more questions, the man of the hour is here and we'll be on our way. Have some more drinks, and enjoy the ride!" Welcoming another round of applause with a wave at the old men, she stood aside and watched as her chubby boss waddled up to the bus and climbed on. He looked ready to keel over from heatstroke in his brown suit and his face was flushed as he clambered up the stairs, but he had his winning smile ready for gladhanding the investors as soon as he appeared at Melissa's side. "Good afternoon, everyone!" he called out. "Thank you, Melissa, and I hope everyone is ready to see Morahan's Woods. It'll make you all even richer than you already are in no time. I guarantee it!" Turning to the bus driver, he nodded. The bus driver swung the door shut and the trip was underway. Melissa gratefully sat down in the front seat and turned to admire the scenery her boss would soon be defiling. But Mr. Morahan wasn't done with her just yet. As usual, she could smell the stink of tobacco on his breath before he actually said anything, an unwelcome warning of an always-unwelcome order, and today was no exception. "Lose the coat, Melissa," he hissed. "What?" she whispered, turning to see him bending over inches from her face. "The guys don't need to see your tits, but they need to know you have them. Lose the coat!" "And if I don't?" she demanded. "Then I think you'll find your paycheck a little lighter this month." He straightened up to field a question from one of the men, so he didn't see the look of disgust on Melissa's face as she took in his threat. But she did remove her coat. Careful to avoid drawing any further attention to herself for the moment, she sat back and tried not to listen to the questions, but of course she heard them. "Donny, just why was this land protected? Is that going to affect the ability to build there? I'm not going to invest in you putting McMansions in a swamp." "Oh, you! C'mon, Jim, you know me!" "We sure do, Donny. Answer his question." "Geez, y'all are a tough audience! Well, guys, look, it was silly liberal overprotective bullshit, is what it was. Something about a waterfowl habitat. Nothing a few million dollars in the right pocket couldn't fix. It could and it has, for good." "And why can't you just finance it with the proceeds from our last little venture, Donny?" "'Cause that money's coming back to you, any day now! You know that?" "Do we really? Hey, Melissa, do you have the latest numbers on the Bridgetree Development? I ain't heard them lately." Melissa knew the numbers, all right, but Mr. Morahan clapped a clammy hand on her shoulder before she could even consider standing up to answer. "Well, now, come on, guys, let's not hassle the little lady about math, now shall we?" That brought on the longed-for response, a few drunken chuckles building into a nice loud laugh that Mr. Morahan himself gratefully joined in on, and then he skillfully turned the conversation back to his plans for Morahan's Woods. He was good, Melissa had to admit to herself. Always had been, from the first time she could recall meeting him, at her parents' country club where she had worked as a lifeguard for several summers. Though she had spent most of her too-abundant free time eyeing the other women around the pool even as she tried unsuccessfully to interest herself in the men, it had been impossible to avoid taking notice of Mr. Morahan and his big-as-his-body attitude. Loud and brash, but always ready with a joke to take the edge off an uncomfortable moment, and even back then Melissa had seen it get him out of trouble time and again. That was how he'd grown so rich building gaudy apartment buildings and houses all over the countryside Melissa had so loved as a little girl. It was just as well she was planning to take off for New York or California as soon as she could save up the money, for soon there wouldn't be much left of her hometown as she recalled it anyway. Melissa wondered sometimes how she could sleep at night when she thought of her own role in defiling the land...but then she always remembered what life had been like in their little backwater for anyone who even thought she might be different. Of course, it was a closed-minded, hateful little town -- that much she had come to know so intimately once she'd been away to college and tasted freedom to be herself for the first time. The things she had shared with her girlfriends there...well, all that didn't even bear thinking about as long as she was stuck back home for the time being, and she still wasn't quite sure if it was real or just experimenting anyway. But Melissa *thought* she liked it, at least. And she looked forward to the day when she could explore a bit further and make up her own mind. It would never happen here. Morahan's Woods, or at least the land where it was set to be, was most of the way to the river, off a little-used freeway exit that Melissa herself couldn't recall using before. She was relieved when the bus pulled off the exit, for with Mr. Morahan having successfully tamped down the investors' skepticism or at least drawn attention away from it, they were rowdier than ever behind her. At least the trip would be lucrative provided she could sell enough of them on the land. The bus rolled off the exit ramp and onto a narrow two-lane road, heading straight into the heavy woods found on both sides of the river. As the freeway receded into the background, Melissa felt a bit like she was being driven back in time. Back into the days when the countryside reached a lot closer in to town, when the locals still talked about places where the forest grew "so thick they have to pump the sunshine in," where she hadn't been allowed to ride her bicycle in the summertime -- and the tales of wild animals and wilder locals in the woods had scared her into obeying. Absurd as it felt to be heading into those woods now while dressed for a day at the office, the rustic, shady view was a lovely reminder of those scenes she could barely remember. Inevitably, it came to mind that she was now about to try to sell those very woods to Mr. Morahan's buddies. A few of them made sure of that by reminding her in no uncertain terms. "Can't hardly wait to get the equipment in here, Donny!" "I can hear the chainsaw already...rrrrrrraaaawwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnggggg!" "Just wait until we clear out the view!" "Think of the golf course you could have here." Before Melissa could get too uptight about it all, Mr. Morahan gave her a gruff pat on the shoulder and announced, "You're up, babe. Knock 'em dead." "Yes sir," Melissa said icily, recalling his comment about her paycheck, and with a deep breath she forced a smile and stood up. "Okay, everybody!" she said with a cheerful bounce she didn't feel at all. "We're nearly there! Mr. Morahan and his team have already created a clearing just up the road, and our first stop will be there. It'll give you a feel for the nice rural nature of the land, and let you imagine what each plot of land might look like with a luxury home. There's even a nice little pond just off the clearing." "Join me for a swim, Melissa?" called out one of the oldest and drunkest of the bunch from the far end of the bus. Melissa swallowed her pride and put on a saucy grin. "Well now, if you sign up to join Mr. Morahan..." The entire bus burst into hoots of salacious laughter, and Mr. Morahan was looking at Melissa like he just might give her a bonus, so she gripped the microphone and kept her fake smile and waited for the moment to pass. She was still waiting when she felt the jolt, a split-second before all the men since she was the only one on the bus who was standing. "Oooh!" Melissa heard herself say it before she realized she had squealed out loud, and she grabbed at the nearest seat before she was fully aware she had turned her ankle and broken her right shoe-heel as the bus was sliding off the road. Always so careful not to sound like a little girl while on duty, she caught herself and stood up as straight as she could without the heel, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. Now that she had regained control, Melissa was suddenly aware that the bus was sliding diagonally off the road and into a muddy ditch. The driver was flailing at the steering wheel, struggling in vain to pull back onto the road. "Rusty, what in the name of God are you doing?!" Mr. Morahan boomed, jumping out of his seat just as Melissa finally had the presence of mind to return to hers. "Both front tires went out at once, Mr. Morahan!" the driver protested, still struggling with the wheel. "I don't know what we hit, but the front wheels are useless!" "Well, you'd better make some use of 'em --" Mr. Morahan broke off in mid-sentence as the bus splashed into the stream at the bottom of the ditch. Melissa held on for dear life to the handrest as the bus jerked to a stop. It was tilted heavily to the left and Melissa slid down and plopped against the wall of the bus. After the sting of the initial impact wore off, she was relieved to realize she was not hurt. Then the relief quickly turned to fear as she remembered that she was stranded in the woods in high heels -- one of them already broken -- on a bus full of drunken old men. At least she wasn't hurt. Always the professional, she managed to get to her feet, disposing for the moment with both shoes, and clawed her way up to the aisle. "Gentlemen, there's been a setback, but I assure you Mr. Morahan and I will be on top of things in just a few minutes. Is everybody okay?" "No! I spilled bourbon all over my tie! Donny gonna pay for my dry-cleaning bill?" The first complaint was followed by a few laughs and a much louder echo of irritation. Melissa turned around nervously to see if Mr. Morahan was ready to put in a word. He wasn't: he was sprawled against the driver's seat, the gearshift poking him in the hip in a way that couldn't have been any too pleasant, pinning the driver against the half-open window which was taking in water from the stream. Rusty, the driver, was soaked and stuck, but he knew better than to complain. Mr. Morahan was grunting and flailing as he tried to stand up. "Melissa, goddammit, help me!" "Of course, sir." She made her way to the front as quickly as she could, struggling to keep her balance. He was still wheezing and grabbing at everything and nothing by the time Melissa reached him. "Okay, take my hand," she said, musing this was absolutely the only circumstance under which she would ever say that. Wrapping her other arm around the bar at the top of the steps, she held out her hand and he grabbed at it with both of his. He pulled so hard Melissa was worried he would dislocate her shoulder, but he still couldn't get to his feet. "Try rolling over," Melissa suggested. "At least get off Rusty before he suffocates." "Gonna take that out of your paycheck," Mr. Morahan grumbled, ignoring the meek "Thank you Melissa" that came from Rusty under him; but he did take her advice and managed to roll out of the seat. He then promptly slid down to the wall beneath what had been Melissa's seat, where several inches of dirty water were now collecting. "Aw, Christ, wet!" he whined. "I'm -- I'm sorry, Mr. Morahan," Melissa uttered meekly, barely hiding her amusement at her bombastic boss in his pathetic current state. "You should be! Why didn't you tell me that road was so dangerous?" "Yeah, Donny, and what else didn't she tell us?" came a voice from the back of the bus, where most of the passengers had managed to perch on the crooked seats and avoid Mr. Morahan's fate. Melissa didn't miss a beat, as usual. "Gentlemen, I had no idea --" "Of course you didn't!" snapped Mr. Jameson. "Donny, what does a woman ever know about the dangers of a place like this?" "More than you do, I dare say," came a woman's voice Melissa had never heard before. Startled, Melissa whipped around toward the bus door, where the voice had come from. While Mr. Morahan had been mouthing off at her, she had sensed a warm breeze behind her, but there had been no time to investigate that. Now she saw where it had come from. The bus door had somehow been wrenched open, evidently at the hands of the woman who had just spoken. She now stood proud and defiant just inside the bus, and Melissa found herself face to face with her. Tall and thickly built, similar to Melissa's own view of herself as "big but not fat" although she was rather bigger in every way, she had dirty blonde hair pulled into a careless ponytail that draped down behind her army-green t-shirt. She also wore worn but clean cargo pants, and work boots caked with mud that was now dripping precariously close to Mr. Morahan's wingtips. Melissa scarcely noticed that, though, as she was looking into the other woman's fierce green eyes and trying to decide what to make of her -- and tamping down the all-too-familiar feeling so many of the girls at school had inspired back in the days when Melissa understood she could go to hell for acting upon such thoughts. She was sweaty and dirty, but beautiful. And she was trespassing on Mr. Morahan's bus, but Melissa appreciated her rejoinder to Mr. Jameson too much to accost her for that. "Um...hello!" she finally managed to say through her confused and titillated fog. "May I help you?" "I think maybe it's the other way around, girl -- I can help you. If you don't mind my sayin' so, it looks like you could use the help." "Well, yes," Melissa said, "The bus skidded off the road, and --" "I didn't mean that, girl. I meant help with all your wealthy donors here. Looks to me like they need an attitude adjustment about the love of the land, don't you think? Unless you're one of their own, but I sure hope you aren't." "'Course she is, you bitch!" called out Mr. Bucks. "Ain't that right, Melissa?" Melissa looked into the other woman's hopeful eyes, and turned back to face Mr. Bucks. "Mr. Bucks, I'll thank you very much not to use that word in polite company. Would you say that to your wife?" "Only if she catches him with his girlfriend," cracked one of the other investors. Even Melissa laughed. But the other woman didn't. "All right, now look here!" she called out. "I'm going to have a heart to heart chat with your friend Melissa here, and that will determine what happens to y'all next. I suggest you show her some respect for a change, 'cause your immediate future is in her hands. Do I make myself clear?" A few nondescript whispers of "bitch" and "cunt" and an unapologetic "get the hell off my bus" from Mr. Morahan notwithstanding, no one argued. Melissa looked down at Mr. Morahan and quickly concluded that he was in no condition to back up his order. She turned and nodded warily at the other woman, who was by then standing in the bus doorway waiting for her. Just as she was about to step off, Melissa remembered her broken heel. "Oh, wait a minute..." "Just take your shoes off," the blonde said. Melissa was shocked, but secretly thrilled at the same time. "How did you know...?" "Because I know how it is to be pushed into wearing heels when you'd rather be in sneakers. You have that type written all over your Suzy Secretary self, girl. Now please, a word." Melissa's heart was pounding, and she wasn't sure if it was nerves or fright or something much more positive than all that. But as strange as their visitor seemed, Melissa felt safe with her. Safer than she felt with Mr. Morahan and his drunk, angry friends, for that matter. So she kicked off her pumps and pulled her way up to the door. The muddy ground outside would destroy her stockings, she knew, but she wasn't about to give the guys a show taking them off on the bus. "You don't really want to wear tights in this heat anyway, do you?" the blonde asked knowingly as Melissa reluctantly stepped out onto the wet gravel. "No, I sure don't," Melissa admitted, no longer surprised that she could read her so easily. "Or in any weather. I'm afraid you got my number on that one. But Mr. Morahan has his rules." "I figured that explained everything about you, girl. Or at least I hoped it did. You looked too gorgeous to be in a league with those guys, but that could have been wishful thinking on my part. I sure hope it wasn't." With Melissa safely off the bus, the older woman slammed the door shut and wedged a branch in the latch so it couldn't be opened from inside. With that done, she turned back to Melissa, who was enjoying the refreshing breeze even as she was aware of the mud seeping into her stockings. "Well, I guess I should start by introducing myself. My name is Patricia, and I don't like to be called Patty or Pat. It's Patricia." "I'm Melissa," and they shook hands. Melissa wondered should she add "pleased to meet you" or some other cliché, but she sensed that Patricia wouldn't appreciate it. She desperately wanted to respond to the "too gorgeous" comment, but she had no clue how to do so. With the ice broken, though, Melissa had to admit the feeling was mutual: Patricia looked weatherbeaten but resilient, wonderfully alive, and beautiful in the earthiest of ways. Those old familiar guilty urges bubbled up harder than ever, but for once Melissa felt no inclination to tamp them down. Something about the bus ride had triggered a last-straw reaction in her, and Patricia seemed like icing on that cake just now. "Now then," Patricia said, stepping away from the bus, with Melissa following her lead. "Tell me just how it is that you ended up on that bus." Though alive with attraction and titillation, Melissa kept her head. "Look, Patricia, Mr. Morahan is a selfish, gross, chauvinist pig, but I don't want anybody getting hurt on my account." "Even though they were fixin' to destroy my home, and the birds' habitat here?" Patricia asked. "I don't like what he does," Melissa reassured her. "Good answer! But then what were you doing on the bus?" Melissa bit her lip. "Making money the only way I could so I could save up to get the hell out of here. No offense, if this is your home, but growing up here was murder. I was...different -- and I tried so hard not to be. Cheerleading, church youth group, dating boys I didn't even like because they were popular...I did what I had to do, but it was always just to avoid getting bullied until I could get out. College was a sweet taste of freedom, but that's been over for a year or so now and I'm desperate to move someplace where I can be myself. New York, San Francisco, but even a smaller city would do as long as it's not so goddamn conservative. And Mr. Morahan, well, like I said, he's a pig, but he pays me well. But I'll tell you what. After that bus ride -- I mean, those guys were in rare form, sexist comments left and right, and this is such a beautiful place -- I'm done, Patricia. I assure you, if you let me go, I'll never bother with your land or anybody else's again. I'm done." "If I let you go?" Patricia asked. "Girl, I didn't kidnap you. You're the only one I let off the bus, after all. And I want to believe you about being done with your boss, but I'm sure you can appreciate I'm skeptical. I mean, your answer just sounded too much like what I'd want to hear from you, I'm sure you can see that." "But it's true." Melissa's voice was shaky, and she was frightened of Patricia for the first time. Patricia turned and put her hands on Melissa's shoulders, sending a delightful shock through Melissa even as she was still frightened. "Listen. If you're bein' honest with me, Melissa, then I'll make you a deal. I'm gonna give you a fair chance to prove you've learned your lesson, and help me teach your boss and his friends the same one. They won't get hurt unless they bring it on themselves, and either way it might save the habitat here. Sound fair?" "What if I don't want to help?" Melissa couldn't help asking, though she did want to help with all her heart. "Like I said, I didn't kidnap you. But it's a long walk back to town in your bare feet, and you won't be around to be sure I don't do anything drastic with your friends on the bus." "They are *not* my friends!" Melissa snapped. Then, turning more conciliatory, she added, "Fine, I do want to prove I really meant it, and I'd love to help save your land." By now they had made their way most of the way across the clearing to the edge of the pond Melissa had mentioned on the bus. The water, though muddy, looked cool and inviting in the hazy afternoon sunshine, and the bus was just barely in sight. Maybe she could persuade Patricia to join her for a dip... "You want to go for a swim?" Patricia

asked with a gentle smile. "How do you keep doing that?!" Melissa demanded. "How can you read me so easily?" "Because I used to be you," Patricia said. "Or someone a lot like you, at least. I grew up not far from here, too, in a nice ritzy suburb, maybe even the same one you're from -- don't tell me which, I don't need to know. What I do know is what you said about how growing up here was hell, and I also saw how you looked at me on the bus. Tell me, Melissa, are you out?" "Out?" Melissa asked. "I guess that answers that question," Patricia mused. "Not even out to yourself, I gather, at least not completely. It's okay, I probably wouldn't be either if I were in your shoes." "Well now, wait a minute!" Melissa protested. "I'm not even sure about all that. I mean, yes, I played around with a couple of other girls when I was in college, but who doesn't do that? It doesn't mean I'm..." "Not necessarily, that's true," Patricia admitted. She sat down on the bank of the pond and patted the spot next to her. "But tell me, and remember you're completely safe with me here...tell me, hasn't that doubt always been with you?" "What doubt?" "That you might just be one of those people the schoolyard bullies loved to accuse everyone of being, one of the ones your preacher said were going straight to hell, the ones your parents were afraid of exposing you to. If you grew up here, you've been hearing it all your life, I know that. What I'm wondering is if you haven't always had a sense that you just might be one of them, like I did for as long as I can remember. Do you recall admiring the girls in their dresses on the playground, even if you hated wearing dresses yourself? What about the locker room in high school, did you ever find yourself stealing glances at the other girls and imagining them in so much more detail later on when you were alone? And no doubt you had your share of dates with boys, but never felt a spark of anything with them. Any of that ring a bell, Melissa?" Melissa swallowed hard and felt tears welling up. "God, Patricia, yes. And I told myself again and again I didn't, I wasn't, it wasn't natural and I'd go to hell and that wasn't me." Patricia touched Melissa gently on her back, their most intimate contact yet. "It is and you won't and it is you, girl. Believe me, I know what you've been through. It's one reason why I ended up living out here alone. High school was rough, college wasn't much better in those days, at least here it wasn't. Luckily, I met my Valerie. From New Orleans, she was, so she was at least a bit worldlier than I was back then. Didn't stop our parents from disowning us both when we came out to them, though, and so that's why we moved out here. Came for the fishing, at first, then we realized a couple of resourceful gals like us could live off the land, or close at least. It was a truly peaceful life back then, Melissa, working the river and the garden all day and making love all night if we wanted to, only coming out into the world to deal with their abuse when we felt like it, and back then that wasn't often." Melissa sensed a sad ending to the story. "I'm sorry, Patricia...I gather Valerie isn't around anymore?" "Your boss isn't the first man who tried to rape the land out here, Melissa. Even back when we first got here, there were greedy developers with their eye on the riverfront property. Everybody knew about the birds here and how it would put them at risk for extinction, and they also knew a few nature-loving souls like us lived out here to begin with. But they didn't care. Valerie, though, she wouldn't give up without a fight. She joined a group of activists here and they fought back, hard, my Valerie most of all. Got arrested a couple of times, she did, but she wouldn't let anything stop her from saving the marsh and our home. But then...well, Melissa, you'd have been about ten years old, I'm guessing. Do you remember the explosion at the refinery across the river?" "Oh my God, Patricia, yes!" Melissa wanted to cry now, but out of respect for her new friend she held the tears back. "I was eleven. Something about a gas leak, wasn't it?" "That's what they said in the papers. What really happened was that company was after our land, and we were holding a vigil outside their building in protest. I was there too, but I was far enough back in the crowd that my hair only got singed. Valerie was up on the stage as usual, rousing the crowd to hang in there with us, when the bomb went off." "It was a bomb?" "Never proven," Patricia admitted, "But the damage to the refinery was minor enough that they had it up and running again within a week, and the explosion happened when no one was inside except the security guard. He wasn't hurt. Eight of us outside were killed, including my Valerie, and dozens more injured." Melissa stopped and took a deep breath. "But they did back off on trying to take our land. I guess the issue got too hot for them after the explosion." Melissa said nothing, but slipped her arms around Patricia and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Melissa. In any event, after that, I declared war on everybody who wanted to come anywhere near our land. For Valerie, for the birds, for nature, that's been my motto ever since then. It's one reason why no one got near it before now, even after the restrictions were removed. Others have tried before your boss, but they got the same rude awakening when they got too close to my abode." Melissa pulled back. "You mean you booby trapped the road? Those flat tires on the bus weren't an accident, were they?" "No, dear, they weren't," Patricia said proudly. "I saw you and Mr. Morahan out here in his SUV a few weeks ago, and the next time I went into town I stopped by an Internet café and did a little digging. It didn't take long to find out who that guy was and that he had bought the land, and even then I sensed you were an unwilling participant. Don't ask how I knew, I just knew. Or maybe I just hoped." On that note she took Melissa's hand and squeezed it tightly. "So I was able to call around to a few contacts in that group Valerie was with, and I learned when y'all would be back here. And I was ready." "Not that I feel sorry for them or anything," Melissa said. "But just what do you have planned?" "I'm going to let them stew there in their bus and get a taste of nature. Don't worry, it won't be all bad. They'll get to see a beautiful sunset and a true night in the country, and then the sunrise will seal the deal if any of them hasn't already sold his soul. If I believe they've learned their lesson, I'll see to it that they all get back to town safely." "And if not?" Melissa asked. "As I told you, it's a long walk home. They probably won't be smelling very good after a night in the bus either, and they might even take to beating up on one another if past experience is any guide." "How do you know they won't call the cops on you?" Melissa demanded. "In fact, they probably already have!" "No reception out here, dear," Patricia reassured her. "No need, after all, since people only come out here to get away from the crap your boss is trying to bring in here in the first place." Melissa looked relieved. Then she stood up. "Oh, Patricia, I...the investors and Mr. Morahan, they deserve it, but --" "The bus driver," Patricia said. "Yes. Rusty's an honest guy, just doing his job, and he never had any intention of messing with your land." Patricia stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. "You're right, we've got to free him. Let's go do that, and then you're mine for a dip in the pond, girl." "I'd better be," Melissa said with a grin, feeling genuinely free for the first time in her life and enjoying the wonderful tickle that seemed to radiate out from between her legs to her entire body. On the bus, morale had turned from bad to worse as the men craned their necks to spy on the two women. "What in the hell are they up to out there?" "I can barely see 'em, you think I can hear 'em?" "Doesn't anybody have a mobile? Call the damn cops!" "No signal way out here! Besides, where do we tell them we are?! Do you even know the name of this place?" "Morahan's Woods." "Jesus Christ, are you tryin' to be funny at a time like this?" Mr. Sheridan, nearly alone among the crowd in that he was sober and uninjured, was banging away at the bus door. But Patricia's wedge held, and he was getting nowhere. He finally gave up when one of the men who had been watching Patricia and Melissa called out that they were returning. "Thank heavens," he said, and sank back in the nearest empty seat. Patricia expertly removed the branch, and opened the door. Mr. Sheridan scrambled to his feet, but Melissa was easily able to throw him off his balance with a slight push, and he went sprawling back where he had come from. "Gentlemen, I have an announcement," she said. "My new friend Patricia would like to treat you to a night on her land, so you can experience the beautiful countryside you are planning to destroy." Two or three of the other men had managed to get to their feet and were running toward her, but Patricia stepped up behind her and they all backed off, sensing they would have to choose between hitting a girl and getting beaten up by one in front of their buddies. "We just came back to help Rusty. The rest of you get comfortable and enjoy the natural show." "What are we supposed to eat? Or drink?" demanded Mr. Bucks. "You know as well as I those snacks and drinks survived the crash," Melissa told him. "I gotta take a piss!" called out one of the others, quickly followed by a chorus of agreement. "You're all men, you can just use bottles. There are bottles all over the bus." Melissa could scarcely believe her own brazenness as she said it, but Patricia laughed heartily in agreement as she was helping Rusty out of his seat. That, plus getting Rusty off the bus, was all that mattered to Melissa. As soon as Patricia had Rusty safely outside, Melissa followed closely behind her and slammed the door shut again. Patricia quickly put the branch back in place, just in time to block Mr. Sheridan, who had dived for the lever as soon as the coast was clear. Ignoring the shouts of outrage from the bus, the two women turned their attention to Rusty. "Can you walk okay?" Melissa asked him. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can," Rusty said, stepping gingerly in circles as he assessed his leg. "Old Mr. Morahan cut off the circulation for quite a while, but I don't think there's any real damage." "Okay, now listen," Patricia told him. "If you go back out to the main road where you came from but turn left instead of right this time, a couple of friends of mine are waiting in a van. They'll drive you home, as long as you can agree to keep your mouth shut about what happened here." "No problem," Rusty said. "Disgusting the way all those guys talked to Melissa anyway. I'll never tell 'em anything." "Good call," Patricia said. "Now go ahead, they're waiting for you." Rusty did not need to be told twice. As soon as they had seen him off up the road, Melissa and Patricia turned to one another and embraced in full view of the bus. "Let's give 'em a bit of a tease, shall we?" Patricia asked. "Love it," Melissa replied. Aboard the bus, the sight was greeted with a string of obscenities amidst the outrage and disbelief. "Fuckin' dyke, I always knew she was!" "Wait'll I tell Melissa's father at the golf club," and worse. Of course Melissa and Patricia heard none of it, as they were enjoying one another's touch and aware of nothing else. Patricia's delightfully feminine form against her own felt right in a way Melissa had never experienced with a man, and now she knew she never would. "Now then," Patricia said. "The pond?" "Thought you'd never ask," Melissa quipped. And the two meandered hand in hand across the clearing. Melissa was aware of one last howl from the bus, unmistakably Mr. Morahan: "Melissa, you let us off this bus or you're goin' to *jail*, little lady!" She ignored it, although she was now aware that the pond was only just in sight of the bus. "You know the men will be able to see this," she warned Patricia. "Exactly, girl. You'll be free and loved and enjoying nature, and they'll be trapped in that sweltering bus knowing there are two beautiful nude women just out of their reach. What could be finer?" They were both still laughing when they reached their earlier perch just above the waterline. With no fanfare, Patricia matter-of-factly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing larger breasts than Melissa had expected them to be with her baggy clothing. She had already gathered that Patricia wasn't wearing a bra. "Haven't worn one in years," Patricia said, once again anticipating Melissa's thoughts. "I ain't no horse, I don't need to be in a harness all the time." Admiring both Patricia's breasts and her brazenness, Melissa set about unbuttoning her blouse. Despite the wear and tear from the accident and the time outdoors since then, she didn't feel right about tearing the delicate garment off; and besides that she was still feeling a bit shy. Acutely aware that she was being spied on from the bus, but giddy with the knowledge that none of the men would ever get close enough for a good look, Melissa finally pulled the blouse away. Standing before Patricia in her bra, she burst into a nervous laugh. "Shy, are you?" asked Patricia, who was down to her panties by then. "I shouldn't be, I know," Melissa said, and she reached back to undo her bra. The heat and humidity were very much making themselves known to Melissa's heavy work clothes, hairspray and makeup, and she was feeling like a sweaty ball of flammability just then. The gentle breeze on her bare upper body was wonderfully refreshing, and it also made her eager for more. So she found her modesty was nearly gone, as was her bra. "You look beautiful in that," Patricia allowed. "I never wear one anymore myself, but I do like the look on other women." "Thanks," Melissa said, relaxing a bit as she pulled away the garment and let her breasts fall free. Smaller than Patricia's but with bigger nipples, they stood out a bit more as well. Melissa drank in the hungry look Patricia was now giving them, and unzipped her skirt. It fell gracefully around her hips and legs, which were still clad in what was left of her stockings. "Gee, I'd forgotten I was even still wearing these." The feet were mostly gone, but the tight fabric still clung itchily to her sweaty legs. "Good thing you'll never need them again, huh?" Patricia teased as she watched Melissa push the shredded stockings off. "Shall we finish off together, girl?" They were both down to their panties. "I can take it if you can," Melissa said, and a moment later they were both stark naked in the late afternoon sun. Melissa was sure she heard more hoots than ever from the bus, but she didn't give them the satisfaction of turning around. Instead she enjoyed the lovely sight of Patricia's naked body, quickly realizing with a start that it was the first time she had ever been able to admire a woman's body in person without feeling guilty or conflicted. Patricia was even more beautiful out of her clothes as she had been in them, with her pleasantly lazy breasts and fiery yellow bush, wild and untouched by the whims of any razor, and those long, long legs most of all...but Melissa was even more delighted with the overwhelming sense of liberation she now felt. It scarcely occurred to her that Patricia was admiring her own younger and firmer body as well; her usual concerns about her nipples being too big or her hips too wide or her bush too ungroomed were nowhere to be found in that moment, as she drank in the older woman's admiration. "How are you feeling, girl?" Patricia asked, reaching out for another embrace. "Free," Melissa said. "For the first time in my life, free!" With that, she returned Patricia's hug, and kissed her deeply on the lips. She longed to caress every inch of Patricia's body, but there was all night for that and she was still feeling sweaty and dirty from the bus ride. "Let's get in the water!" she whispered. The water was cool, refreshing even if teeming with algae and mud that their feet kicked up, and Melissa's bare skin was alive with the naughty joy of being nude outside. Though not something she had ever considered in the past, Melissa now found she enjoyed it immensely. The needling awareness that the men on the bus could see everything faded slowly but surely as she watched Patricia splash around and beckon her to join. For the moment, that was all that mattered. "What in the hell is that girl up to?" wheezed Mr. Morahan, who had not budged from his ass-deep puddle in the front of the bus. "Well," Mr. Sheridan said ponderously, as he and a few others craned their necks to get a look out the corner of the windshield, "Looks like they're going for a swim. In the pond." Anger having given way to despair and then resignation among most of the investors, Mr. Sheridan's news piqued the interest of the few who had any energy in the sweltering vehicle. Several of them clambered out of their makeshift perches and hustled up the aisle to have a gander at Melissa and Patricia. Mr. Sheridan himself stepped aside, having already watched the women undress and now feeling a bit guilty about it. "Look guys, none of my business, but maybe we should give them some privacy," he said as he made his way back to what was left of his seat. "What kinda bleedin' heart are you?" demanded one of the others. "Those bitches get naked in broad daylight, I'm gonna get a look! Besides, they're the reason we're stuck here!" Mr. Sheridan could not deny that. But the ladies' stern words with them were still ringing in his ears, and he had taken to thinking about just what they had intended in locking everyone in the bus. That matter had been running through his mind constantly as he had watched the couple undress together and wade into the pond, amidst the beautiful backdrop of mostly-unspoiled land laid out before him. It did seem a shame to throw money into destroying the lovely scene when there were already plenty of nice houses to go around, and so few people who could afford a new one nowadays anyhow... Patricia had finished splashing around, and now she stood waist-deep in the water with her arms open. "Come here, Melissa." Melissa, having dunked herself to wash off the lingering sense of mugginess that had prevailed before she undressed, waded eagerly to Patricia. They enjoyed a long, comfortable embrace in the hazy sunshine. Melissa thrilled to the sensation of their arms around one another, their breasts pressing together, the unbroken sensation of skin-on-skin everywhere...but what she wanted most was to admire Patricia's body some more. As Patricia slowly pulled back after a few quiet minutes, Melissa broke into a shy grin as she looked down at the beautiful view. Patricia broke the silence with a laugh. "Enjoying the geography, are you?" Melissa snapped back to attention. "Sorry!" she exclaimed, feeling her face redden. "Girl, it's perfectly fine," Patricia reassured her. "Like I told you, I used to be you. I remember all too well what it was like to be dying for a look and never getting a chance because what if anyone else knew?" She made her way to the edge of the pond, which was bounded on one side with a makeshift stone wall, and slid one of the stones aside. "I keep some soap in here," she explained, withdrawing a large blue bar. "I have running water in there, but weather permitting I usually bathe here. Feels so much closer to nature. And after all, so many people here think we're unnatural, I figure this'll show 'em." "It all feels pretty natural to me right now," Melissa said with an almost dreamy lilt as she watched Patricia work up a lather. "Oh Jesus H. Christ, those two are washing each other like a mother and a baby!" Mr. Bucks snapped from his perch in the tipped driver's seat. "Disgusting." "And yet you're staring at them," needled Mr. Sheridan, who was respectfully directing his eyes the other way, towards the lush green woods to their right. "Well, it may be unnatural, but Melissa's still a beautiful young lady," Mr. Bucks replied. "Amen to that," said the two younger investors who were waiting their turn in the driver's seat. From the back of the bus came the sound of a cooler opening. "Hey, most of the bottles ain't broken!" called out Mr. Jameson. "You fools drinking at a time like this?!" demanded Mr. Morahan. "What the hell else are we gonna do until that bitch comes back, Donny?" "Good point," Mr. Morahan sighed. Giving in to the sweltering heat, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. "One of you fools bring me some, would you? And bring an empty bottle, too." "An empty bottle?" Mr. Jameson asked. "You see a bathroom anywhere?" Mr. Morahan snapped. Mr. Jameson held his tongue and dug out an empty plastic soda bottle from the nearest pile of trash. Several of the others had already holed up in corners here and there to try to sleep out the sentence, and a growing stench in the air suggested not all of them had bothered with empty bottles. Patricia had scrubbed every inch of Melissa's body with her firm but gentle hands, and despite the muddy water, Melissa was feeling as clean as she had ever been. "Such a relief," she said as she returned the favor on Patricia. "I remember hairspray and stockings," Patricia said, enjoying Melissa's inexperienced but eager touch. "And makeup. But just barely." "Heavens, it must be great to never have to think of any of that stuff again," Melissa said. "Well, dear, you don't have to think of it again either, no matter where you go," Patricia told her. "Don't forget that once you leave." "Once I leave?" Melissa hadn't given that any thought in some time. "This life isn't for most of us, Melissa. Trust me on that. You're a city girl, I can tell. But that doesn't mean you ever have to dress up for any man again like you did for that asshole on the bus." Melissa burst into nervous laughter. "I may hold you to that." "Just so you hold me!" teased Patricia. Once Melissa had finished scrubbing and rinsing Patricia, they frolicked all over the pond for a while with no thought of the time. Melissa was only aware of the time passing at all when the sun went behind a cloud and they looked up to see a darkening sky. "I think we'd better go inside," Patricia said. "Looks like it's gonna rain, and besides, I'm bursting to have some fun with you." "I was afraid you'd never ask!" Melissa said, eagerly wading to the shore. She was careful to keep her back to the bus -- those jerks may have already seen all of her, but they didn't need to see it again. Standing on the wet grass with a look over her shoulder to watch Patricia following, she asked, "Say, what about the bus? Should we check on them again?" "Nah, the rain'll do them some good," Patricia said. "And trust me, by now, you're not going to want to smell the air in there." "Ewwwwww," Melissa said. Then, recalling the prevailing attitude on the drive out, she concluded it was nothing the guys didn't deserve. With that thought still in mind, she put on her businesswoman's smile and turned around to wave at the bus. Maybe a nice long look-but-can't-touch was fully appropriate after all. "That goddam bitch sure has a nice body on her," Mr. Jameson said from his hard-won perch in the driver's seat. "If I could get my hands on her right now, can't say for sure I wouldn't forgive her for all this." "I can!" grumbled two or three voices from the back, and Mr. Jameson was forced to reconsider. He had grown nearly immune to the sweltering heat and humidity -- taking off his coat and tie and unbuttoning his shirt most of the way had helped -- but the stench was unavoidable now. Concentrating on Melissa's beautiful body had been a welcome reprieve, but with her now disappearing indoors with her new friend, it was gone as quickly as it had come. At least it would be a fine memory, if only he were going to have any privacy in the near future... Two seats behind him, Mr. Sheridan had been rehearsing his mea culpa for when the women next returned to the bus. Just as well that it wouldn't be for a while yet, he mused through his misery, as the more pathetic he looked and felt, the better his chances of convincing them of his sincerity. And as the clouds took over the sky and cast a mellow pall over the woods, his sincerity was real. Why destroy this for a few more houses anyway? As the chance of rain grew to a near-certainty, Mr. Sheridan got an idea. He slid down and across to the vacant seat just before Mr. Morahan's unwilling spot. Gathering up his strength, he stood up, balancing on the edge of the fetid waterline, and began bashing at the window with his keychain. "Goin' to escape, Sheridan?"Mr. Bucks called out skeptically. "You really think they'll allow that?" "No, I ain't gonna escape," Mr. Sheridan replied. "I don't want to walk back to town in the rain, for one thing. But we could sure use some fresh air." "Yeah, good luck with that!" called out one of the older men, now huddled up for the night somewhere in back. The rain started not lon

g after he began chipping away at the window, and it came hard and fast. And refreshing, no doubt, if only he could create even the smallest breathing hole...the tease of the fresh, clean rain strengthened his resolve, and he pounded relentlessly. Eventually he was rewarded with a tiny crack, followed soon by a bigger one, and a smaller crosswise one. At long last, after ten minutes or more of pounding -- and heckling from the other men -- Mr. Sheridan managed to dislodge a piece of glass a bit larger than a quarter. Pushing it out triumphantly, he leaned in close to the hole and gratefully drank in a hearty sniff of fresh, wet, clean air. He was aware of the response from the few others who were up and about at all -- "Hey, he did it!" "Let me at that hole!" -- within seconds, and possessively he turned and blocked the hole with his back. There stood Mr. Jameson and two other investors whom he didn't know by name, looking poised to jump him. "Oh no you don't," he told them all with fresh resolve from the fresh air. "Y'all said I could never do it, and you didn't help me one bit, and oh, look, I did it! I did it, I get the fresh air. You want some, you take care of your own problems." "What if we tell the ladies tomorrow that you broke the window?" Mr. Jameson demanded. "Think they'll be happy about that?" "I think you're gonna tell them I did it no matter what I let you do now," Mr. Sheridan replied. "So I might as well enjoy it while I can. Speakin' of enjoy, why don't you guys enjoy the view? It's beautiful once you stop and look at it. Funny how none of us gave that any thought before, huh?" "Oh, so you're over to their side now, are ya?" asked one of the other guys. "Fat lot that's gonna do you, isn't it?" "Maybe I am," Mr. Sheridan said defiantly. "But I mean, as long as we are stuck here, haven't you even bothered lookin' out the window?" The other man looked ready to give Mr. Sheridan an earful, but Mr. Morahan piped up before he could. "Would y'all shut up already? If I'm stuck in this goddam bus I'm at least gonna get some sleep, y'all got that?" "You're not exactly up to stoppin' us, Donny, are you?" Mr. Jameson shot back. "You gonna get up and make me shut up?" "I don't need to get up to do that," Mr. Morahan grumbled, and with that he flung a bottle at Mr. Jameson. Mr. Sheridan did not need to ask what was in the bottle; the smell and Mr. Jameson's disgusted reaction explained everything. "You fuckin' pig!" he screamed at Mr. Morahan. "I'm gonna kill you before Melissa gets her chance at it!" Mr. Sheridan got to sit back and enjoy the show while the two other investors held him off. "Ain't gonna change nothin' makin' everything worse, Jameson," one of them said. "We're stuck here, no sense in beatin' the hell out of each other." With tacit agreement, Mr. Sheridan turned back to his beloved air hole and his newfound appreciation for the land. A warm glow from the cabin beyond the meadow gave him comfort, and he did his best to imagine himself safe at home with his wife. Soon enough that would be reality, he told himself, along with a new and improved attitude about such things! Patricia had the electric lights on just long enough to let Melissa get oriented with the little house. "Bedroom's that way," she said, pointing to the rear of the house while she locked the door, just as the rain began to pour. "Oh, gosh, Melissa! Sorry, all your clothes are still out there!" Melissa, still nude like Patricia, grinned at her. "Let 'em rot out there, Patricia. I'm never getting dolled up like that again anyway, at least not for a bunch of jerks like those guys." "I like the way you think," Melissa allowed. "I just hope I have some clothes to lend you that will fit." "Do we need to worry about clothes at all right now?" Melissa cooed from the bedroom, where she had flopped back onto Patricia's bed with its colorful handmade bedspread and was now admiring the rustic furniture and decorations. "Indeed we don't," Patricia agreed. She made to shut off the porch light, but decided to let it entice the guys on the bus for a while yet. Sauntering into the bedroom without shutting the door, she lit three candles on her dresser and the room was awash in dim natural light. "So beautiful," Melissa murmured, admiring both the candlelight and Patricia's body. "But should we close the curtains?" The window looked out onto the river, so anyone sailing by would be able to see inside. "Anyone on the river right now isn't going to be paying attention to what's in here," Patricia reassured her. "Unless they've got a death wish, they'll be all about getting to shore. Besides, you seemed to enjoy being nude outside just now!" "I did." Melissa was still rather surprised at all that. With no further worry for their privacy, she sat up on the bed and held her hands out for Patricia, who climbed on and settled herself facing her. "God, Patricia, I want so much to make love, but..." "You don't know what to do with a woman," Patricia finished. "It's okay, that's what I'm here for. Good news, though," she added as she reached around Melissa to embrace her. "What's that?" Melissa asked. "You know what a woman likes! You are one, after all." Melissa burst into nervous laughter, which segued gracefully into a contented sigh as Patricia wrapped her arms around her and lay her gently on her back. Drawing her hands around Melissa's torso and onto her breasts, she kissed the younger woman gently at first on her neck and cheeks. Melissa felt the last vestiges of her moral opposition give way at long last as the touch of Patricia's lips filled her with a contentment no man had ever inspired. Almost instinctively, she reached up and returned the favor on Patricia's hanging breasts. After all the many times she had failed to tamp down the fantasy of rubbing another woman's supple flesh just so, the reality was all she had hoped for and more. The one and only thing that could happen to make it better did happen: Patricia moaned her approval. "See, dear, you're a natural at this. You have the perfect touch!" With that, she kissed Melissa on her lips and their tongues reached out to jostle one another lovingly. Melissa returned the favor and exhaled loudly with the wonderful sensation Patricia was creating for her. She longed to reach her hands further down and explore Patricia's vagina, but that seemed a bridge too far just then and she was contented with the breast play -- for the moment -- in any case. Her hands just felt too good on Patricia's breasts to tear them away just yet anyhow. Patricia was not to be deterred, though. After a few wonderful minutes, Melissa was aware of Patricia's fingers sliding down off the ride of her breasts and across her belly. Melissa knew what was coming, but she could only guess what it might feel like. And then she knew. It was as beautiful as it was forbidden, two fingers pushing gently in and bringing about that same wave of pleasure she had so often known with the showerhead back home, only ever so much gentler and more intimate. She had no frame of reference for men this time, as none of the guys she had been with had ever bothered to caress her there. Their loss, she now saw, as in no time she was grinding her head back against the pillow and grunting with the intense pleasure Patricia's touch wrought. "Onghhhhhhh!" "Want another finger, dear? I like three, myself." Melissa managed to nod, and was rewarded with a third finger. Her hands had abandoned Patricia's breasts as she was now focused only on her own lovely sensations, those she had denied herself for far too long, and she could concentrate on nothing else as Patricia stroked her into orgasm. "Ohmigod! Patricia!" Her breathing slowed as the sensations receded. "Thank you." Patricia kissed Melissa's vulva, sending the naughtiest shockwave yet through her body, and sat astride her on the bed. "Want to finger me now, girl? You don't have to, you know." "Yes!" Melissa was still not entirely sure she knew just what to do, but she knew she had to try to return the favor. Patricia lay back alongside Melissa, who eagerly sat up and knelt between Patricia's spread legs. "I'm yours," Patricia whispered. Awestruck Melissa set her right hand gently in Patricia's thick pubic hair, and felt a shiver up her arm and throughout her body at the touch she had longed for in private for so long. She curled her fingers and felt along the cleft of her labia, drawing a shake and a giggle from Patricia. "That tickles!" "Sorry!" Melissa drew her hand back. "Girl, it's okay!" Patricia said. "I liked it. Your shyness is endearing, too. You take all the time you need to explore. Have you ever looked at your own? With a mirror?" "Never," Melissa confessed. "Sometimes wanted to, but..." "I know," Patricia said. "Remember I grew up near here too. Now take your time, but please don't stop!" Melissa followed the order and once again teased Patricia's sensitive vulva with her fingers, drawing beautifully intense laughs and gasps from the older woman. "Yesssss, that's the stuff, Melissa!" she cooed between gasps for breath. Meanwhile, Melissa ran her thumb through her pubes, pressing down rather harder than she was doing with her fingers. When Patricia's response grew so intense she didn't think the tickling was welcome anymore, Melissa slid first one, then two fingers inside and thrilled to the warm wetness she felt within. "All four, please!" Patricia grunted. "I want all four fingers!" Melissa wasn't sure about fitting them all in, but one at a time she tried. It was a tight fit, but Patricia seemed to love it. And so did Melissa, her curiosity about it all finally satisfied -- so this was how another woman felt! She had only rarely tried fingering herself and the angle had been awkward at best -- nothing like the wonderful sensations she was clearly giving Patricia now. Her grunting was quickly growing into outright yells, and Melissa wished those jerks on the bus could hear as much. It seemed a good thing to say out loud, and so she did. "God, if Mr. Morahan and those losers could hear this!" she said. "Make the poor bastards eat their hearts out!" Patricia agreed between moans. "And make me come! Now!" Melissa sped up her gentle thrusting with her hand. "Like this?" "YES! Exactly like that!" By the time the storm passed, the sun was down. Mr. Sheridan was grateful for as much; at least the humidity wouldn't be back. He gave some thought to climbing back up to his old seat to sleep, but one step up toward the median reminded him that the stench was worse than ever. Nothing for him but to stay by his hard-won air hole, then, and try to straddle the puddle as much as he could. Most of the others appeared to have admitted defeat and were trying to sleep off the sentence, but from the sound of it few were succeeding. Shuffling and tossing abounded, and then came a noise that surprised Mr. Sheridan only because it had been so long in coming: someone towards the back of the bus throwing up. No contest, he would stay by the air hole. The barely-perceptible outline of the trees was lovely anyway. Trying to focus on his planned appeal in the morning -- "I believe now, I see the beautiful forest and I've felt what it can do to you, and I'll never have a hand in destroying it again!" -- he managed to feel drowsy against all odds. At last, he slept. Melissa had worked Patricia up to two orgasms, but now her hand was getting quite sore. "Sorry, I need a break," she said. "You've certainly earned it," Patricia agreed. "Besides, I wasn't quite done with you." "But I came," Melissa said apologetically, though now that this day had finally arrived she did not care for it to ever end. "Only once," Patricia reminded her, as Melissa lay back in her place. Patricia pulled Melissa's legs apart. "Now you just relax and enjoy your dessert." "Dessert?" "Well, okay, I'm the only one who'll be eating. But I think you'll like it." "What -- " Melissa had no time to get another word out before she felt Patricia's tongue wet and welcoming against her clit. "Ohhhhhhh!" Yet another wonderful experience none of her boyfriends had ever been willing to provide, but Melissa did not suppose their stubbly faces would feel as wonderful as Patricia's smooth cheeks against her inner thighs. She was barely aware of that, though, as Patricia went to town with her tongue and effortlessly worked Melissa back up to another peak. Just as Melissa was about to come again, Patricia stopped and came up for air. "Hey!" Melissa whined, snapping back to reality. "Don't worry, I'm not done," Patricia reassured her, and to prove it she began teasing Melissa's clit with her thumb. "I was just thinking before, what you said about the guys on the bus. What would you like to tell them right now?" "Fuck 'em all," Melissa groaned. "Mr. Morahan and his love for nothing but money?" "Fuck em!" "And the way he makes you dress for the guys?" "Fuck 'em!" "And the folks you grew up with who kept you in the closet? Dyke? Queer? Bitch? What do you want to say to them?!" "I want to say..." before she could deliver the latest epithet, Patricia dove back between Melissa's thighs and reached her tongue as far inside as she could, while still stroking Melissa with her thumb. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She gave up trying to articulate her scream, and was lost entirely in the pleasure. Once the wave had passed, Patricia crawled back up alongside her and put her arms around Melissa, who felt tears of joy welling in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank *you*," Patricia replied, and soon they fell into joyously peaceful sleep in their embrace. The dream would be of the outdoors, wouldn't it? But Mr. Sheridan was scarcely aware of his imaginary day out in the rough when a real roughness brushed against his head. In an instant he was awake and sliding hopelessly down into the filthy water, and jerking around to see Mr. Bucks coming at him with a broken bottle. "You let me have your space by that hole and nobody gets hurt," he whispered. "Screw you, buddy," Mr. Sheridan said, loud enough to disturb the extremely delicate sleep of at least half a dozen of the other investors, who awoke with shouts of anger at him. *So fucking be it,* he thought to himself. "Sheridan, what the hell?!" "Hey, what's Bucks got there?" "Oh, Christ, we don't need to be killin' each other too, Bucks!" "My thoughts exactly," Mr. Sheridan grumbled as Mr. Bucks took his eyes away for a moment to answer his critics. Mr. Sheridan took advantage of the distraction and kicked Mr. Bucks in the balls; the older man dropped the weapon and it shattered harmlessly on the floor. Mr. Bucks was not so harmless; he roared back with a punch in Mr. Sheridan's right eye, but Mr. Sheridan grabbed at his fist just afterward with both hands and twisted it as hard as he could. Before either man could do any further harm, two of Mr. Bucks' cohorts came and pulled him back. "Won't do any good to fight him," one of them said. "Besides, what if you get hurt? We can't even call an ambulance in here." "Gonna get you soon enough, Sheridan," Mr. Bucks growled. "Just wait until we get out of here." "If you do get out of here," Mr. Sheridan shot back. He rather suspected Mr. Bucks had just given him his ticket to freedom. With that comforting thought now doing battle with his newly dampened pants, Mr. Sheridan did his best to get back to sleep. He never quite succeeded, and he was awake at dawn when Melissa and Patricia emerged from the house for their morning bath. He watched just long enough to determine that both women were naked, and respectfully turned his gaze back to the bus' ceiling, giving no indication of what he had seen. Word got out around the bus soon enough without his help, but by then most of the men were too far gone to be titillated. A croaky "those two bitches better get here soon" was the most verbose response Mr. Sheridan heard. Patricia had gone down on Melissa again as soon as they were both awake that morning, and so Melissa was positively giddy with energy as they splashed around in the pond. The beautiful sunrise over the trees behind the bus only added to her contentment. "Heavens, Patricia, this is so beautiful!" she said as they soaped one another up. "I could never get tired of living out here!" "Oh, but you would," Patricia reassured her. "The woods are not for everyone. Besides, girl, you've got your whole life to live now. You're free at last." Melissa felt a touch of melancholy for the first time since she'd woken up in Patricia's arms. "What makes you think I want to be free?" "Melissa, listen to me," Patricia said, pausing with the washing to put her hands on Melissa's shoulders. "You're a lovely young woman, but you just don't belong here like I do, and like Valerie did. And I'll tell you very frankly, you can never take the place of my Valerie. No one ever can, girl. I'm sorry." Melissa was visibly close to bittersweet tears, so Patricia gave her a soapy hug. "You owe it to yourself to live your own life, girl, not mine. Okay?" Melissa nodded. "Okay." "And there are so many lovely ladies out there for you, too, wherever you decide to go! But you've got to go find your own special place." "That makes sense," Melissa admitted. "And the special place is far from here, isn't it?" "You got that right," Patricia said. Then, pointing toward the bus, she added, "We do have some unfinished business, don't we? But first I'm going to make you some breakfast and give you a change of clothes." They both looked toward the bank, where Melissa's business suit and underwear lay wrought with rainwater. "How appropriate," Melissa said. "Now you've got it right!" Patricia reassured her. "Christ, they're even dressing alike now!" Mr. Jameson grumbled half an hour later, after Patricia and Melissa had enjoyed a quiet breakfast and Patricia had found a change of clothes in her size. They were indeed both attired in green t-shirts and blue jeans, but it was perfectly coincidental. "I'm sure you've guessed by now I've had my share of other women in and out of here," Patricia had explained. "So I have clothes of every size, but not very many of them." "I...see," Melissa had said, as only at that moment did it hit her that she was not Patricia's first guest with benefits since she had lost Valerie. Patricia had already settled on her favorite green shirt for the big confrontation, and a similar one proved to be all she had in Melissa's size. "And I'm afraid you're going to have to go without a bra," she had said. "All too fitting for this, don't you think?" Melissa had replied. And as she strode braless across the meadow, hand in hand with Patricia, she still felt every inch that way. Self-consciousness was a bad memory now, nothing more. Melissa had expected a rush for the door as soon as Patricia lifted the bar off the bus door. Instead, most of the men were too sick and weak to bother with such things, as Melissa could tell by the stink alone as they stepped into the bus. "Oooh! This place smells horrible!" she proclaimed, secretly pleased that it did although it made her feel almost nauseated. "No shit, little lady," rasped Mr. Morahan, who still had not moved from his spot. "Now, you're fired, but I'm sure you had that figured out. You want to get arrested too, or are you gonna let us out?" "We're gonna let y'all out, all right," Patricia said. "But what happens after that remains to be seen. Anyone got anything to say for himself?" "I do," said Mr. Sheridan, who had managed to get to his feet. "Yes, Mister..." "Sheridan," Melissa told her. "Sheridan," Patricia repeated. "What happened to your eye, first of all?" "He kicks like a girl, that's what!" called out Mr. Bucks from his own lair near the rear wheelwells. "Yeah, I kicked him when he came after me for my air hole," Mr. Sheridan admitted, pointing up at his beloved hole. "So he hit me. But I kept my hole, dammit." "Your hole," Patricia said, noting the window. "Why'd you do that, Mr. Sheridan?" "For the fresh air," he told her. "Wouldn't you?" "Probably," Patricia admitted. "So what were you going to tell me?" "That I loved the rainstorm last night." "I'll bet you did," Melissa said with a wicked grin, but Patricia gave her a firm look, silencing her. "Of course I did," Mr. Sheridan continued. "Quite a force of nature it was, and watching it so close up was breathtaking. I can't remember the last time I took the time to notice a thing like that. The way it wet the trees, and how they swayed in the wind. Beautiful. Made me think of when I was a boy, watching a thunderstorm from safe and sound in my room with the window shut but the curtains open. I remember now how I loved that." "Would you deprive anyone else of that beauty, Mr. Sheridan?" Patricia asked. "Never again." Mr. Sheridan said nothing more; he guessed -- correctly -- that he had done all he could. "Well said, Mr. Sheridan," Patricia said. "Anyone else want to share?" "There's a lot I'd like to share with you bitches!" Mr. Morahan roared. "And just you wait until I do! I'm a-gonna --" "Donny, shut up!" came a voice from back by Mr. Bucks. Mr. Sheridan looked to see it was one of the guys who had held Bucks back from him last night. "Ladies, I'm sorry Donny's been such a pig here. I can't say I like what you did to us, but I can see what you were tryin' to do, anyhow, and for him to keep mouthin' off at you now, it ain't right. I see that now. I'm sorry." "You goddam..." Mr. Morahan began, but before he could continue, Mr. Sheridan produced a wad of paper napkins from his coat pocket and dove in at Mr. Morahan, who tried to fight him off but was too weak to do so. Mr. Sheridan stuffed the napkins in Mr. Morahan's mouth, and sat atop him with his hands clamped over his wriggling but weak arms. A weak but encouraging round of applause followed. "Thank you, Mr. Sheridan," Patricia said, managing to keep a straight face. She gestured at the man who had apologized, and then at Mr. Sheridan. "Okay, the two of you, come with me." She turned and guided them both off the bus, Mr. Morahan resuming his barely coherent epithets as soon as Mr. Sheridan was off him; and Melissa stood guard over the others before anyone could make any move to escape. Melissa stood proudly, ignoring her former boss' furious blather and pleasantly aware that all the other men were doing the same, and watched out of the corner of her eye as Patricia directed her two chosen ones up the dirt road towards her friends with the waiting ride, as she had done with Rusty yesterday. As soon as Patricia had seen them off and returned to the bus, Melissa asked her, "How do you know they weren't faking?" "I don't," Patricia admitted. "But they spoke up and nobody else did, so at least there's a chance they weren't. With a bus full of losers like this, I'll take a slim chance over no chance." "Good thinking," Melissa agreed, now aware that the entire bus -- even Mr. Morahan -- was silent and waiting for the women's next move. Melissa was wondering too. "Now then," Patricia declared. "I am going to give Melissa here a ride back into town on my bike. I don't suspect she will be in town much longer, but while she is there I expect y'all to leave her be. Don't think I won't know if you don't; I do have friends in town. After all, how'd you think I knew who y'all were? Anyhow, the bus door is open and y'all are free to walk back. I believe you know the way. "Walk?" chimed in Mr. Jameson. "All the way back there lookin' and smellin' like this?" "Enjoy the fresh air," Melissa encouraged him. "And think about how you would have spoiled it with your new development out here if you could've." "Well said," Patricia agreed, and she ducked down into the driver's seat to clear the way off the bus. "Y'all are free to go, I told you! Get out of this hellhole while you can, that's what I'd do if I were you!" One by one, all the investors heeded her advice. Slowly at first, with just one of the younger guys making for the door warily, as if it might disappear; then when he fell into the clean air, others followed his lead. Melissa was pleased to note that none of them even gave her a stray look as they made their way past her and Patricia -- after all, who knew what Patricia might do to them if they acted out of line now?! Tired and sick but happy to be free, the men walked off without a single look back at the bus or at their captors. Soon they were all filing off as quickly as they could, and staggering off towards the highway. All except Mr. Morahan, who still couldn't get unstuck from his wedge between the seats. Try as he might, he couldn't move an inch. "You bitches gonna help me out or what?" he demanded. "Or what," Melissa said fearlessly, as Patricia followed the last of the other men off the bus and bade her follow. "You're free to go as soon as you can." "That's right," Patricia added. "Come on, Melissa, the bike's in the barn." "Are you really sayin' you're leavin' me here to stew in this filth by myself?!" Mr. Morahan shrieked at the women. "Yes sir, we are," Patricia declared, shutting the bus door behind her.

Title: Puppytraining part 2 : crawling stage by Loupy Tags: Age Play, Bondage, Crossdressing, Cub, Diapers, Discipline, Doggystyle, Dragon, Exhibitionism, Feeder gag, Feeder-gag, M/M, Milk, Wolf Puppytraining A co-written story by Loupy M. Lupine and Draconil Talisfiire. Be free to contact us. A pic by Asthexiancel of the two characters : [http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a84/LoupyLupine/Yiffy%20pics/AnnivLoupy.jpg](http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a84/LoupyLupine/Yiffy%20pics/AnnivLoupy.jpg) Part 2 : crawling stage The wolf was sucking on his feeder-gag, drinking his new bottle of milk by pure reflex. After all, all his world was limited to the blurry things his blindfold was offering him, the milk he was getting from his feeder-gag, the diaper he was wetting, the bed he was tied to and the numerous fucking he was getting from his daddy the dragon Draconil day after day. He was having troubles even remembering anything outside of this ... He had a life before, he was having dreams of it... A family ... but everything was covered in clouds, now everything in his life was turning around his daddy. Unknown to him, the mobile that was turning over his head when sleeping was singing more than a lullaby, words about being a good baby girl have been added to the song. Draconil the silver dragon smiled as he caught the pup's thought. His training went well, one month after he puts his claws on it, the pup was completely diaper dependant, wetting himself all the day long, and he would mess himself too if the plug was not holding cum and mess in until he gets his morning enema. He was completely unaware of the time, responsibilities and have nearly completely forget his past life. He was starting to get devoted to his "daddy". Soon he would beg for getting him to fuck him and would live only to be the dragon's sextoy. For now, he was enjoying the fuckings, but he was still struggling against them and not finding them really normal ... A part of his past personality, but that why it was only the first part of the training. The fact the pup was left with a chastity device, and milked by a machine once per week, emptying his balls without letting him getting an orgasm was also a good way to make the pleasure of his daddy the only thing important for the wolf. The second part started today. The dragon entered the bedroom, looking again at the tied pup. "Good morning hun. How is my little girl ?" Loupy yawned a bit under his gag and struggles against his bonds in a way to see hello to the incomer. "Always happy to see your daddy ?" he chuckled and leans on the pup's tummy to kiss his muzzle. "Let's get you changed ... and dressed. Today is time for my daughter to learn to crawl.". Loupy was confused, but the idea sounded good to his ears. And a diaper change was always something nice. He wriggles his toes as the mechanicals arms spread and rise his legs, smiling at the scaled paws opened his diaper and started to cleans him with wipes. He murred and suddenly gasped at the nipple of his pacifier as Draconil slowly moved the plug out of his bottom. "I want you perfect my girl. I have those cute dresses for you.". The wolf giggled and wriggled, the lubed enema device entering his ass for another time. The dragon kissed his muzzle again. "I have so many plans for you." The water filled his insides, always making him have stomach cramps. The pup whined and moaned. Draconil petted his tummy "New rules, new places, new people and new stuff today. A second step in your training.". The pup struggled in fear. He had flash of a life, another house and peoples. All coming to him and wriggling in his head, confused with the training he was enduring. "Relax baby, daddy is here. Those are just nightmares." The dragon stopped the enema, before pushing another button. The machine roared and lowly pumped all the liquids in the wolf's bottom to the potty to be flushed. Draconil loved technology. It was so helpful to train his slaves, and he could program the machines to do the job for him if he needed a week-end. No more than 2-3 days, or the slave would start to suffer of the harsh ways of the machine, but enough to let the dragon have a social life if he needed. He never used yet the fucking machine, but he had one in case he would need to leave his "daughter" alone. The "beep" of the machine announced the end of the operation. Preferring to do it manually that automatically to not hurt his little girl's bottom, Draconil slide the device off and started to lube the tailhole's cheeks. "No cum yet, baby girl. Daddy keep it for later." tickling the wuffy's chin as he entered the plug in the wolf's bottom. Loupy sighed, both happy and unhappy of not getting a fucking. The dragon then slowly moved a long tube connected to a strange machine. That was the milking machine he was using to drain the cum of his pet. The chastity belt was slightly opened and the wolf shivered as the stuff was set on his teenager cock. It was always uncomfortable to be released of the belt after a week, but the plastic tube was not more enjoyable. He struggled a bit, but the dragon cooed him. A button, and the machine started to pumps on the cock. Loupy whined and cried, the stuff being painful. It was long and really uncomfortable, his balls massaged by the teasing paw of the master. And without orgasm, his white seed started to goes into the bottle at the end of the machine, forcing the pup to give his cum in pain and uncomfort. After some long minutes, it was done and the dragon get the diaper ready. The pup feels the powder being spread on his chastity device, then his pink diaper being stuck to his hips. The protective, comfortable and warm feeling of those diapers. But they was different than the usual diapers. Unaware of it, the wolf was being put in a pawpers active for girls, instead of his usual pawpers newborns for girls too. The pawpers newborn was designed to cover up to the armpits of a baby, thick and absorbent for those kept in beds like Loupy during hours. The pawpers active was really thick ones that was keeping the legs of the wearer far apart, and was preventing the baby to stand up at all. The active part of the name was a joke, since those babies was forced to crawl. Something the wolf would discover soon, but for now he was just feeling that his diaper was different. And then the straps keeping his paws slowly get looser, and same for his legs. The dragon was taking him of the bed and picking him up in his arms. "That something totally new !" thought Loupy in excitement. "Not really" thought the dragon. "I have picked you up and make sure you was healthy before, but you was drugged so you never knew it. You was cute sleeping as I was testing your muscles." finishing his inside conversation with himself with an inner chuckle, the dragon prepared the dress, plastic pants, bows and bondage outfit for his puppy girl. Draconil smiled as he is looked at the dog harness for Loupy. Since now, the wolf would be treated as a dog as much as a baby, making him learn to the embarrassment of his status as slave and obeying to every order of his daddy. The dragon was hard just thinking to it. "First my pet, we must understand a few basic new rules. You are not to speak to others outside unless daddy says it is okay." Draconil slowly put the pup in a cute pink onesie that was not hiding the diapers at the legs, the onesie printed with I'm a little bitch. "Second, there is nothing I have shared or done with you, from spanking or fucking that I would not do when out. This is not quite like your world." Loupy shook his head confusedly, not understanding entirely of the meaning of 'his world.' "You will learn firsthand of how different where I come from may be..." The dragon then started to work the special harness on his pup. It was having straps for the tummy and a muzzle, but also leathers straps going to the knees and pairs of mittens to allow the wolf to walk outside like the dog he is now. "Finally, most importantly of all, you are not to go wandering if your leash is not in my grip. It is not allowed rather, from a more...legal reason." Then he leaned down and fixed the bows along Loupy's tail, and then giving a light tap along the bottom, crinkling the padding softly He fastened a pacifier into the pup's mouth, clipping it onto the muzzle of the harness, and then headed over to the closet. The pup's head looked up to see the dragon filling the bag with just about everything, right down to some lubricant. The pup's mind had a flash of an image, his face immediately lighting up, shaking his head as he chased it out of his mind. Surely the dragon was just saying that to make a point... "Test me and see how much of a point I make..." The dragon's voice had a deeper serious tone behind it, the pup quickly trying to lose focus, remembering his mind was so easily read. "First let see how you do." The dragon petted the wolf. " Fetch !" he said throwing a ball. Loupy looked at his master. He defiantly stay still, until the scaly dragged him by his leash. The sour breath of Draconil yelled "Obey, girl !" before leaving on the puppy's bottom an harsh spanking. Loupy whined and then run on four to get the ball. It was uneasy as the straps was limiting his movements. He tried to get up, only to fall with ridicule. A spanking makes him goes back on his paws and tried again. The dominant was giggling as the difficulties the pup was having, his dress and diapers flying around until he gets the good way to crawl. Loupy was sobbing as he gets the ball in his mouth and brought it back. "Roll over." Said Draconil with his cold voice. The young pet obeyed, his mind lost in thoughts about right and wrong. His pride was against it, the sexual pleasure of it, his lost mind telling him he was free and all this stuff the Dragon makes him listened to that makes him think it was normal. "I think we are all ready..." The dragon smiled as he took the leash of the harness into his paw, pointing towards the door out of the room. For so long, the pup knew only these halls in his life. Who he once was over the days faded faster and faster. It made the pup uneasy, and worried about those before him more. The dragon always spoke of others... The dragon took a step ahead of Loupy, turning the knob to the door. He pulled it open, a warm breeze filling the room, sunshine for the first time could be seen, the wuff almost forgot what it was like to see natural daylight. His nose sniffed a scent of flowers from just outside as the door opened further. The pup poked his head out curiously, shying away from exposing his body outside quite yet as he looked around. It looked... real, natural. He could remember it being summertime from when he was taken, it must still be late summer from how the temperature felt. He wondered exactly where he was, as the dragon's leg nudged him out. He became more and more nervous as he crawled outside. The dragon blocked the doorway firmly as he looked back nervously. He didn't see anyone outside... "Draco!" Another deep voice was heard yelling from close. Loupy immediately turned towards the dragon, trying to wiggle away, but felt a sharp tugging as the dragon responded with the leash. "That is not how we act out... turn to your right, and sit like a dog, now...." A soft growl was behind the dragon's voice as the pup looked nervously, his eyes closed as he did so. He slowly opened them, to see another dragon, clothed and waving in his direction. "Hello, Rax'us. I see you're the first one to meet my pet." Loupy blushed deeper, burying his face between his paws, diapers and dress exposed in view. The Dragon's paw came down sharply on the pup's bottom, making him yelp out "None of that in public, girl. Be proud to be my cute diapered girl..." Loupy nodded, slowly raising his head to look at the neighbor. The wave of his master's hand called over Rax'us. He casually walked over, tail wiggling happily as he looked down at the wolf, smiling deeply as he kissed him on the forehead. "So, what stage is he at? He is a cutie..." Rax'us paws wandered towards Loupy's diaper as he shook nervously, not wanting to protest in front of his master. "Crawling stage. He is very cute... and quite the heavy wetter at that, I don't think I've ever gone through so many diapers so quickly!" His master laughed, which made the wolf look up at him, having never heard this before. He soon felt Rax'Us paws slip inside his diapers, making him wet himself a bit in embarrassment as his caged cock and plugged bottom was felt up. "Hmmm.. plugged and caged, too. And a little wet I see as well.." Loupy's Master cut Rax'Us off. "If you want to see more, friend... drop by some time. We have a busy day at the park." Rax'Us giggled a bit and smiled, sliding his hands out of the pet's diaper, gently patting his padded butt and kissing him. "His first trip to the park? Oh my.... have fun you two!" The Master smiled and pulled on Loupy's leash, easing him out towards the sidewalk and down the street. "You will see him again soon... I'm generous with my pets." The wolf's master laughed his more devious laughter, a sound that always made. Loupy shiver, wanting to wet. He wondered what Rax'Us meant by the park. They strolled down a quiet, car free street. He had all this knowledge, but couldn't remember why he was so little...He tried not to think too hard about it, he felt weird when he did so. The wolf and the dragon entered the park. The first part was the dog park, Loupy noticed the irony of the place, but smiled as no one was here. Draconil tugged on the leash "Heel !". Ashamed the canine sit at the scaly's feet. The master pet the head of his pet and then thrown the ball. "Fetch !. Loupy looked at his master and ran to the ball, jumping over bushes and bringing it back. He give it back ashamed. "Good bitch." Said Draconil as he was smiling, his plans was working well. The pup was starting to be broke more and more, to accept his place as his new daddy's toy. He kept throwing the ball a few more times, making sure his daughter understand her place. "Time to visit a bit more of the park." Leashing back the pup, he started to walk him. Loupy looked down as he was crawling next to his new daddy. They walked uphill a bit, towards what sounded like a slightly noisy section. As they drew closer, a rather crowded place came into view over the hilltop, making Loupy very nervous. He didn't want to be seen dressed like this, but his master showed no intent of slowing as they approached it. His tail wagged anxiously, trickling a bit more pee into his diaper as Loupy was finally able to see others. He shook his head in disbelief what he saw. Others just like him, from another wolf, fox, even a lion was there playing in the sand near a slide in just diapers. He saw what looked like their caretakers sitting and talking as the dragon pulled on his leash, guiding him towards the sand. "Here we are, my pet. Now play like a good girl, and don't wander off." The Dragon removed Loupy from the leash, patting his bottom as the pup curled up, embarrassed to be dressed like he was with so many around. "Hey, Why yous bwushin like dat?" Loupy raised his head to see a Lion dressed in a onesie smiling, licking the canine's face as he looked up. "Eeeep!" Loupy shouted, blushing and wiggling back a bit, nervous. "I wun bite, just nibbles on tails." the lion spoke, Loupy nodded, and tried to relax as he wet a bit into his diapers. "You must be new around here, it's otays." The lion pointed towards some swings and tugged on Loupy's dress. "I'll help ya up!" Loupy looked up towards his master, only to see him talking to someone else. He felt so shy, just trying to work up enough energy to move. "Umm... okays..." He slowly rose on his hindpaws, nervous, imagining his Master's paw would correct him back down on all fours. The lion smiled as he helped the humiliated teenager to toddles. He was relieved to see his master still chatting away with someone as they worked over to the swings. It was good to walk again think the wolf, but as soon as the feline stopped to help the canine to stand up, he fall back on his bottom. "Somewing wong ?" asked the lion, and Loupy looked at him and think that he may be soon like this diapered big kitty. "I'm too ... young to ... stand up by myself." Answered really shyly Loupy. The lion just smiled. "I was like twis befowe too, let's go pway !" They played quietly for some time, Loupy being very shy and quiet most of the time. The fox, a nice cross-fox in a really frilly dress have joined them to play until his master, an impressive red wolf, took him back home to change his messy diapers. His diaper kept growing wetter and wetter as Loupy was finally able to relax, just enjoying being outside, even if in the condition he was dressed and kept. He soon heard soft distinct movements in the sand behind him, as his master's scaled paws wrapped around him by the belly, and lifted him out of the seat and high as his master's muzzle sniffed and rubbed along the crotch of his diaper from behind. "I see we have a wet little girl here...I think she needs a change..." His master was hesitant and deep in his voice, relaxed as he wrapped Loupy in his arms, carrying the pup towards a flat tire tied to a tree he was sitting near before, with a grin on his face that made Loupy shiver a bit. It was an expression his master only took when he was needing for mating, but the wolf didn't know this fact, yet. The wolf looked at his daddy draggie. "I don't want to daddy ! I don't want it." forgetting that he is not supposed to do anything than barking when he is in public. "I will not let you have my hole!" His Master's paw smacked his padded bottom and pulled back on his leash as they received a few looks, some a bit grinning, others a bit dirty as he growled "You were not given permission to speak, girl!" Loupy growled back softly, "Daddy knows I don't like that ... And not with people looking ... That's painful!" The wolf wriggled his bottom, trying to hide his face behind his tail so the public could not see his face. His Master pulled down his diapers and gave him another hard smack. "Do I have to gag you and tie you down in front of them all?" "I don't want daddy to mount me here! I don't wanna..." Loupy cried and wet himself more, his cock struggling in his chastity device as he whimpered. His Master laughed softly "Mmm...but there is no other choice you have my pet...give in.. and it will be sweet and passionate... you should always want your daddy... no matter where... you should be proud of being filled here...just how willing and loving you are to be my pet." "I'm a proud wolf pup, not a little dog pet!" Loupy growled back, struggling against his leash and harness. His master laughed a bit and smiled. "Silly girl.. I've trained others before... and a few here have even met them before, not in diapers like you, but as mute dogs. And I've told quite just about everyone what I do to my pets before they are in public here...now you will obey my pet... or you will not enjoy me this time, I ensure that." "That's not a reason ! I don't care that I'm not the only one trained like that, I will still not obey you daddy for that! " Loupy looked defiantly to the bigger silver dragon. His Master laughed a bit, kissing Loupy before sliding a pacifier gag into his mouth, that felt like his master's cock as he sucked nervously, pulling his diaper off completely, letting it fall to the ground with a soft crinkle. Loupy was surprised, letting the gag enter his mouth without fighting back. But he gets back his will and starts to struggles against his restraints, only to offer more to the witnesses a sight of his plugged bottom and his chastity device. His master grinned and licked his muzzle as he slides Loupy in the tire, fastening him down to it with the elastic buckles on his harness, securing him to it as the dragon locked the pup's hind paws spraid. "First a spanking, is what you need girl. When I am done, the gag will come out... and you will beg for my cock like a good sissypup...otherwise I will use that tailhole dry and rough like the first time you took it." Loupy dribbled against his cock-shaped gag, sucking on it nervously as he struggled against the strength of the dragon. Draconil's paw comes down heavily on his pet's bottom on the first strike, the strength felt in it being of no mortal at that, the paw repeating it four times with a loud smacking as the dragon's scales connects with the bottom's wet fur, the canine's chastity cage showing the tiny parts and cock made so he wets like a girl. The kidnapped wolf bites the gag at each strike. He doesn't flinch at the first strike, but he started to cry a bit at the second, and when the last one finally touch the pup's bottom, he was nearly drowning in his tears because of the harsh pain. And the swinging of the tire was just making it worst. "That is just what your bottom feels like on the outside... my cock will leave you more sore inside... unless you beg and scream for me to rape you..." said the dragon as his paw begins to remove the gag as his other begins to pull the wolf's plug out. Loupy makes puppy eyes, struggling only a bit in the tire as some peoples start to looks at them with predatory smile. "But daddy ... I don't wanna !" Draconil growled : "Your last chance girl.. beg to take my cock into that lips...beg for me to fill your tailhole like the sissy pup sluuuttt... youuu areee..." His voice goes deeply as his wings spread, the dragon's pants bulging from your view as his tongue hangs out of his mouth just a bit on the side, licking the lips. The wolf sobbed, giving a glance to the witnesses in hope for help. Another spank landed on his bottom. The fact some was starting to paw themselves off make him realize that he had no choice. Another swack on his red butt. He sighed and looked down. "Dadddy .... pleawwwe ... pleawwwe I want you to gives me ... your cock... Daddy use of me ... like the sissy bitch I am ... your little baby pet ... Your sex toy, your slave girl." he was wetting the tire in shame and fear. The dragon laughed and started to strip himself as he takes position, looking over his pet as he press his wet cock to Loupy's lips and crying mouth. The wolf looked at the dragon's cock, and closing his eyes he took it in his mouth. He whined and wrapped his tongue around the cock, slowly sucking on it like it was a candy cane. It was the first time he was sucking on a male's member in his memory, but by the past in his ancient life he did it as an initiation in High School. And he had some memories of how to do it. The daddy enjoyed "Mmm... you've done this before haven't you girl ? Good tongue... " He moaned softly as he started to hump in and out of the mouth gently, drool splashing as he was enjoying the warm wet mouth and tongue. The canine shacked his head, his ancient life just being flash or nightmares during his bedtime. His lips locked around the cock, sucking it up and down with each of the humps of the dragon. His tongue covering the member with a lot of saliva. He then pulls out and rubs down the muzzle with his cock, the dragon's paws covering the top in the pup's drool as he keep rubbing it in, then sliding down with a grin on his face. The dominant stand up, playing with the rope of the rise, and tested the restraints of the pet's hindpaws, spread widely. "Daddy ... peoples are watching at us .."said Loupy struggling a bit against the straps holding him within the tire. Draconil laughed " Mmm....you're right... some of them are jealous of me... and I think a few are jealous they're not you... you should be joyed to take your master's cock every chance you can have it... you can't deny how badly you want it now, can you girl? you haven't been fucked in almost a day... you crave it girl..." The puppy whined, his diaper crinkling as he struggled. "I ... I don't wanna to be used ... in public daddy ..." his tail struggling against the straps holding it out of the way of his tailhole. "I want to be free, let me gooo !" The wolf started to struggles, making the tire swing more and more. The dragon growled in rage and landed another serie of spankings on the pup's bottom. "One, two, three, four..." and so on until 30. "You are my sex toy, my bitch, you do what I ask you to do !" growled Draconil to the ears of the crying pup, the crowd chuckling at the situation of the swinging pup going more and more high with each strike. Draconil pushed his cock against the tailhole past the tail without much trouble. "After a bit I know you'll change your mind... those lips will be begging for my milk... like always." He licked his lips and raise his head up with a deep murring and growling as his cock begins to dig it's wet head inside the wolf's resisting hole. The pet cried loudly, his tight hole raped another time by his daddy draggie. His mind was filled with feeling that he was worthy of another life, that it was his job as the dragon's son and a mix of pain and pleasure. His body was moving with each strong hump, all his teenager strength useless against the strength of a full adult dragon. The tire swinging was just impaling the puppy more on the big cock, putting him in tears. The cock pressed and spreads the hole widely down to the base. Reaching the flared hilt as the head and shaft bury itself against the walls inside the ass, the drake's mouth moaning loudly as a few people laugh and smile in out direction, a few drawing closer to watch. Loupy just cried and struggled as much as his restraints allowed him, but still letting the dragon take his pleasure with his ass, hoping it to end soon. Draconil looked around "Mmm... maybe someone here would like to help keep the puppy quiet..." his drool splashing onto the pup's caged cock, smiling and easing over another curious and obviously horny badger. "Mmmm... come and join..." "No daddy ... I will be quiet ... I'll be a good girl..." the wolf sobbed and whined as he begged. Draconil looked at him "Are you sure...?" The wolf's tail wiggles eagerly. "Yes, my girl needs to be kept quiet like a good girl... she has good lips to be certain." Said the master as his cock picks up pace as he was pounding roughly the tailhole, wet slurping and splashing coming from the drool as he fucks the poor struggling and crying wolf. He was afraid of what was going to happen. "Pleawwwwee, no .... I don't wanna ... Pleawwwwwe, I will be a good girl." the girlie wolf was closing his mouth as the bigger badger get closer. Loupy began to pant as he removed his pants down to his ankles next to the tree, pulling down slightly wet briefs, revealing his knotted toy and smiling as the dragon pointed to the muzzle of the wolf tied within the tire, looking down to the tied pet. The wolf closed his mouth, struggling in the swinging tire, but only to get more pain from his tailhole because of the enormous dragon cock stuck in. "Enter when she opens like a good girl..." He begin to pull out to the tip and slam back in, hard deep thrusts to give the badger a chance. The pet howled in pain as his daddy humped back roughly in him, the mouth open for the badger to slides in it. The unnamed badger smiled and wasted no time in sliding his bulging cock inside the wolf's mouth. "Mmm...you were right..." he said in joy. The dragon laugh a bit and begin to pump faster and faster, growling as his cock begins to leak precum inside the crying pup sore tailhole, squishing and slurping louder as the member works in and out powerfully. The wuffie was drowning again in tears, sucking not by choice the badger, but by fear of what could happen if he didn't. The dragon was using his tailhole roughly, making him lost in an ocean of pain and shame. The howling is soon replaced by the moaning of the badger, his cock furiously humping short strokes inside the tied canine's wet lips as the dragon spread his wings, his cock flaring up at the base a bit as it prepares to flood his slave, his anus ring stretched to its limit, Draconil drooling and roaring deeply in pleasure. The sissy's tailhole was so painful, so stretched, that he wasn't even reacting. It was only pain, only sucking on the fox's cock, only taking his daddy's cock in his ass. His onesie was ripping on the latex of the tire as the pup's body was being moved with each hump like a broken doll. The badger didn't seem to last long in the pleasure of the mouth, his bulgy cock squirting his warm cum into the back of Loupy's mouth and throat as he howled, barely after he started to squirt, the master roared tremendously, loud enough to be heard a good distance as his paws wrapped around the wolf's hindpaws tightly, the cock thrusting all the way into the sore fucked hole, trembling and wiggling inside his pet for a moment, then pumping out a shoot of warm hot seed, flooding the teen's insides as the entire tree trembled between the combined orgasm. The puppy collapse and nearly pass out, swallowing as much cum as he can, but unable to handle the amount, both his mouth and ass dribbling the seed. He was gagging of fear and of the cum pushed in his troath. His body is so sore, crying and wetting himself as his cock dreams of being release of his chastity device... but his daddy let him cum only once per week, in the embrace of a milking machine. The dragon's paws reached to catch the badger as he almost falls over, helping him to his feet. " My my... my pup will need rest after this... his hole will be fine in a bit... " The dragon reached into the bag he took with us, and lick up and down the shaft of a plug, pulling out with a warm wet splash, giving the wolf's bottom relaxation as the plug feels like nothing after what he has taken, the bottom lips closing quickly and the master lean down and begin to wipe up the pee the wolf made. Loupy looked at his daddy. "Daddy... I'm ... sore... and tired ... I want to ... go home..." Draconil untied the pup, removing the restraints from the tire and putting them away; then lifting up the bottom and powdering it up as he takes a new diaper, and begin to fasten his baby into it. The dragon's head turns to the badger, telling him an address. "You are welcome for more fun if you ask first... but now she needs to nap." The daddy turned back to his daughter and straightened his dress before picking her up into his arms for a snuggles, giving Loupy a pacifier to suckle. The puppy started to suckle on it before falling asleep in the dragon's arms. It had been too much for him. "Mmm...sleep my darling... you will wake up snuggled in a new crib for being so good..." Draconil's lips kissed the sleeping puppy on his muzzle as he was drifting off.

Title: A comedy of errors by Ktarra Tags: Anal, Gay Relationships, Love, M/M, Raccoon, Wolf Jake quickened his pace down the corridor, silently cursing himself for sleeping so late. Damn it, he thought, on all the days for his alarm clock to break, it had to be today, just when Jefferson was on his ass about this paper. A quick glance to both sides revealed lecture theatres beyond doors, students packing the seats, telling Jake just how late he was for class. His footsteps echoed loudly up and down the linoleum-lined corridor as he checked his watch, hoping like hell the straps on his bag would hold the huge pile of reference book the course had set him. 9:47? Jake winced as he neared the door to the lecture theatre; he was supposed to have been in the class by 9:25. His heart soared as he saw the lights were off inside the theatre. That could only mean one thing-Jefferson had the slide projector on, showing faded slides of old broken pottery or some other boring crap. As much as he loathed the thought of another two-hour lecture on methods of vase production in ancient Greece, this meant Jefferson wouldn't notice him sneaking in late. He could sit in the chair closest to the door, the one that was always empty. Then he could claim innocence when Jefferson finished the slideshow. The old bobcat may have been a hard ass on grades and notes, his memory was fading as he approached his autumn years now, and he wouldn't even realize Jake wasn't there until he missed a chance to humiliate him about the poor quality of his work. It hadn't been his idea to take classics as one of his courses, but he needed it for his bachelor of arts. He thought it might have been fun, but not with the lecturer old Jurassic Jefferson, his ancient, droning voice sending Jake into a mild catatonia as soon as he sat down. How the other students kept their heads up was a mystery, and Jake often found himself being woken by the sounds of the students packing up at the end of the lecture, the only thing on his own page a puddle of drool. Jake pushed the double doors into the theatre lightly, slipping through the gap and into the darkness beyond. He snuck over to the seats as quietly as his paws could carry him, the sounds of Jefferson's voice filtering through his ears already making him tired. He stifled a yawn as he sat down in the closest chair to the door, freezing as he realized there was something wrong with his seat. They weren't usually this high...or soft...or furry... "Aren't you gonna buy me dinner first?" a voice asked by his ear, sounding slightly breathless from being sat on. Jake screamed and shot up in the air, turning and falling heavily on his rump. He heard the class break up into laughter and the fluorescent lights above flickered on, showing rows and rows of students laughing at him. He blushed furiously beneath his fur, looking up at where he had sat. A tall grey-furred wolf sat in the seat, looking slightly bemused, a grin playing about his muzzle. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight white tee that barely managed to conceal his broad chest and thick arms. Jake had never seen him before, and to tell the truth was rather taken aback by the handsome wolf he had so casually used as a seat only moments before. "No-one sits there." Jake heard himself say, cringing inwardly at such an idiotic statement. "I do today." The wolf replied not unkindly, shaking his head and laughing. His voice was deep and smooth, like cream over fresh ice. Jake didn't know why that analogy came to mind, but before he could meditate further, he realized Mr. Jefferson, the lecturer, was standing over him and looking rather severe. "So, Mr. Andrews, you turn up late, disrupt my class, and assault our new student?" The bobcat asked tersely, and Jake glanced at the newcomer, who merely inclined his head and grinned silently. "Any other misdemeanors you'd like to add to this list, or would you just feel content to grace this classroom with your presence?" Jake apologized and hurried to a free seat near the back, feeling smaller and smaller with every step he took, feeling the eyes of the other students trace his shame as he went. "Oh, and Mr. Andrews?" Jefferson called from down at the front of the class "Your last essay was abysmal at best. For your own sake, boy, get some tutoring!" This remark caused another round of laughter from the students, but Jake didn't care. He had other things on his mind right now then the laughter of others. What the lecturer had said was true; his essay had been abysmal. It reflected his entire grade for the course. If he failed the mid-term for classics, he could kiss his bachelor goodbye for this year. The class dragged on for what seemed like hours, but eventually Mr. Jefferson let the class go, reminding them about the mid-term coming up. Jake avoided his eyes as he darted through the crowds of students leaving the lecture hall, slowing up his pace as soon as he was outside. He walked the long way back to his dorm room in Durham hall, walking through the park and enjoying the spring scents in his nostrils as he went. The sunlight, dappled through the fresh green leaves, played on his black and white-banded fur, the cool breeze ruffling through his fur as he went. Jake was a young raccoon, young for first year at Jarrow University, still seventeen and younger than most others on his course. While others had taken a year off between high school and university, Jake's family, more aptly his mother, had pushed him into going straight to tertiary. Durham hall was a big old brick building, housing around two hundred students on its four floors. Jake's room was on the very top floor and there was no elevator, so he groaned as he had to yet again throw himself at the steep staircase, struggling to get to his room. It wasn't all bad, however, Jake mused as he climbed behind a slim fox, eyes constantly level with his tight ass. He unlocked his room and dumped his bag on his bed, pushing the door closed behind him with his foot. He crossed the room and struggled with the heavy window, eventually forcing it open and allowing the spring breeze to wash through his room. He leant on the window sill and stuck his head out the window, looking over the campus vaguely, mind elsewhere. He had two hours to kill before his next class, political studies over on the far side of the campus. There was a class he was doing well in; good lecturer, easy to understand...not like classics. Oh well, he sighed, I'll just have to start my bachelor over again next semester. At least that means I can waste the rest of the semester going out, he thought, brightening considerably. All the work he had bought upon himself meant he hadn't made many friends on campus...life was tough for a young, gay raccoon in a new place. He grabbed his towel from over the back of his chair and threw it over his shoulder, heading for the bathroom to freshen up. He made his way down the hall and around the corner, nodding greetings to a few familiar faces as he went. As he went to push open the door to the men's bathroom, however, it swung open of its own accord. Jake's hand kept moving by its own momentum, however, until it buried itself deeply into the chest fur of the beast in the doorway. Jake's mouth dropped in a mix of shock and horror, eyes moving from his hand up the chest (the well muscled and strong chest, a part of his brain registered) and to the face of the beast. He almost died of embarrassment right then and there. The wolf from classics stood there, a bundle of clothes in one paw, the other only just holding a towel around his waist. The same surprised grin was on his face as earlier, his head cocked to one side as he looked Jake up and down. "Sorry..." Jake stuttered, trying his hardest to keep his eyes from the slipping towel around the wolf's waist. "The door...you weren't...and...yeah." He finished, grinning desperately. Smooth... "That's alright...I think." The wolf said, nodding. He stood staring at Jake for a few more moments than comfortable, an expectant look on his face. "Um..." Jake said, unsure of what to say. "So...can I get past you, or is no-one supposed to be here either?" The wolf asked. "What?" Jake replied, flustered. "It's a joke. From before, you know?" The wolf said, shaking his head. "Yeah, definitely." Jake said, nodding furiously. "You might need to move, you know. One day soon." The wolf said. Jake gaped for a second, realizing his hand was still buried in the handsome wolf's chest fur. He withdrew it hastily and stepped aside, blushing furiously. "Sorry." He said, and the wolf looked rather taken aback. "Geez man, lighten up!" He said, ruffling the fur between Jake's ears, leaving nothing but sheer will to hold his towel up. "You have to be the shyest thief I've ever met!" He turned and went to walk away, leaving a peculiar ringing sound in Jake's head. "Um..." Jake said, brain reeling in shock that his mouth had acted without it. "Yeah?" The wolf said, turning, nearly losing grip of the towel in his hand. "Most people don't walk around here with just a towel on." Jake said before he could stop himself. "I thought you should know, 'cos you're new here and all, and..." "Don't they?" The wolf replied, thankfully cutting Jake off mid ramble, looking down at his towel, apparently oblivious to the giggling troupe of cat-girls who passed by at that moment. "Well I'm not most people now, am I?" He said, looking up at Jake and flashing him a roguish wink. He sauntered off around the corner, leaving Jake in a state of shock. Real smooth, he thought as he undressed and stepped into the shower. I can't believe what a complete jackass I made of myself...oh gods he must think I'm a weirdo. Jake paused as he was running a paw through his headfur, staring off into the middle distance. The fur-ruffling...the wink...was he flirting with me? He shook his head. Now he was just imagining things, there was no way that the handsome wolf was gay too...maybe he was? But how would Jake find out? He put the thought out of his mind as he got out of the shower, drying and dressing himself in the locker room. He wasn't as brave as the wolf, he wasn't going to just walk around almost naked! He wished he could be as comfortable as himself, but knew he could never just walk through a crowded place like that. He made his way back to his room, passing the mail clerk on the way. He was making his rounds of the dorm, pushing letters under room doors as he went. He nodded a greeting to Jake as he passed, whistling a tune as he continued on his path. Jake hung his towel out the window in his room to dry, turning and slumping down in his chair as he waited for his next class. Wait...what was that? A paper rectangle was resting just inside his room, as though someone had just pushed it under the doorjamb. Jake picked it up, turning it over and inspecting it. It was a letter, must have been dropped by the mail man on his rounds. Its address matched the room he was in, but his name wasn't Alex Turnskill. Must have been the room's last occupant, or maybe a wrong address. He poked his head out the door to look for the mail clerk, but he was long gone. He stared at the name blankly as he thought of what to do...maybe someone around here would know who it belonged to? He noticed the door across from his was slightly ajar and crossed over to it, knocking lightly on the door. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you know a...?" Jake begun as the door swung inwards, but froze at what he saw inside. Facing away from him was the same wolf from before, using one of the low ceiling beams as a pull-up bar. Swirling tribal fur-inks covered his shoulders and back, and he wore only tight white cotton boxers, muscles shifting under his fur as he pulled himself up and down, breath grunting regularly reminding Jake of something else entirely... Without warning the wolf dropped from the bar, turning and seeing Jake still standing frozen in the doorway, a look of shock quickly followed with that same cute, bemused grin. He crossed the floor to the door, leaning on the frame, towering over the raccoon. "Well you just turn up in the oddest of fucking places, don't you?" He said, shaking his head and lightly tweaking Jake's nose. Jake's brain froze up again, the only thing in his mind the muzzle of the wolf, which seemed to be getting closer every second. As he thought this, the wolf reached out past Jake's head, his muzzle drawing close to Jake's... and he drew back, his outstretched arm now holding his towel that had been hanging over the door. "So, there a reason for you being here, or you just come to stare at my ass?" He asked casually, giving Jake a shock. Had he been that obvious? There was no condemnation in the wolf's eyes, however, just a mild curiosity. "Um...I'm across the hall..." Jake began, holding up the letter defensively. "And I got this letter...it's not for me and I was just wondering if maybe you knew who it was for?" Jake asked, his words all coming out in a jumble. The wolf took the envelope from Jake's unresisting paw, looking at it in quiet contemplation. "Sorry, It's not for you, I'll just take it and..." Jake began, but the wolf stopped him. "Alex Turnskill. That's me" He said, grinning happily. "Thanks mate, I was wondering where this got to." "Glad I could help" Jake said, breathing an almost audible sigh of relief. "Alex." He said, and Alex proffered a paw. "That's me, Alex Turnskill, born and bred Otago stock" He said, taking Jake's paw and shaking heartily. Alex's paw was strong and rough to the touch, maybe the result of years of hard labor? "Do I get your name, or shall you remain the mystery thief that seems to stalk me wherever I go?" Alex asked, ducking his head down to look into Jake's eyes. "Oh, sorry." Jake said, blushing again. "I'm Jake. Jake Andrews. Uh...Minnesota's my home" "Good to meet you, Jake." Alex said, eyes sparkling. Jake hadn't noticed before, but Alex had the most amazing blue eyes, that seemed to light up when he grinned... "Can I get that paw back?" Alex asked, and Jake froze, looking down slowly to see his paw still clasping Alex's. He laughed nervously and withdrew his paw, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "I should go, I have a class..." Jake begun, turning to run and hide his face in shame, maybe for the next fifty years. How could he be so lame...? "Wait" Alex said, and Jake turned back, seeing the wolf cross to his desk and take up a slip of paper. "Would you know where I have to go for..." He asked, inspecting the paper, "Political science 101?" "That's...that's my next class!" Jake said, overjoyed. Alex cocked an eyebrow but said nothing, instead picking a plain white tee from the back of his chair and pulling it over his head. "Awesome. You can walk me there." He said, pulling on a pair of jeans and snatching up his books. Jake grabbed his own things from his room and followed Alex as he walked off down the corridor, finding it hard to keep pace with the rolling, long-legged gait the wolf had. He chanced a sideways glance up at Alex, admiring the care-free look on his face, the easygoing set to his stance... it was like he didn't have a care in the world. Jake sighed. He wished he could be as calm and collected as Alex always seemed to be. It was as if nothing fazed him, like he'd keep that confident little grin no matter what. "So..."Jake ventured as the two of them started heading down the stairs. "Your accent...I'm guessing you aren't from around here." "That's right." Alex replied. "Otago...is that down south?" Jake asked, and Alex just laughed. "About as far south as you can go before you are in Antarctica." He said, looking sidelong at Jake. "I'm from a little country called New Zealand, right down at the bottom of the southern hemisphere." "Really?" Jake asked, interested. "So how'd you end up here?" "Long story." Alex said, grinning. "Aw, come on!" Jake insisted. "You sure you want to hear it?" Alex asked as the two of them stepped out of Durham hall and into the sunlight. "We have a bit of a walk between here and the lecture theatre. Why not?" Jake asked, and Alex just sighed, brushing a stray grey hair away from his eyes. "Alright. I was schooled over in my home country, far away from here. At around fourteen I was a real trouble maker, and that was causing problems at home." He said, still smiling slightly. "You? A trouble maker?" Jake asked incredulously. "Oh yeah. Had all my head fur spiked, fur inks, piercings all over the show, ripped leather jacket, angst, I had the works." "Really? I can't see you with all that." Jake said, using this pretence to stare unashamedly at Alex. "Sad to say, but that was who I was. A real punk." He said, laughing deeply. "Anyway, when I was fourteen there was a bit of trouble at home, you know." He said, waving a paw vaguely to show he didn't want to talk about it. "Anyway, as a result, I got sent off to a men's boarding school, with a whole bunch of farmer's kids. That was a big change for me. I lost all the accessories and junk by my last year, and I was just another of the boys." He said, staring off into the middle distance as though remembering something. "And then what happened?" Jake asked, still struggling to keep up with Alex without breaking into a jog. "Well, after high school, I had no idea what to do with myself. I couldn't of anything I wanted to be, and eventually it struck me. I had spent five years of my life with farmers, and had never set one paw on a farm myself, or done a decent days work all my life." Alex said, shrugging. "So I rang up my uncle, and two days later I got a position as a worker on his farm up north. I moved up there and boy, I'll tell you, what a shock I got!" He said, shaking his head and grinning ruefully. "By the end of the first day both my paws were bleeding and I was ready to die. Still, I thought what the hell else would I be doing, so I stuck to it. I did that for two years, then figured I couldn't do that all my life, so I moved back south and started on my bachelor of art, cause it seemed like an easy option." "So how did you end up here?" Jake asked, feeling a bit less shy but no less awkward now. "Settle down, Jakey!" Alex laughed, making the raccoon blush deeply. "Let me get through the story without you piping up every few seconds." "Sorry..." Jake mumbled, but Alex just brushed it off and kept going. "Anyway, I kept getting static from my folks to do this and that, so I decided to split the country. I went and saw the course counselor, and he said he could cross-credit all my papers to pretty much any university in the world. I picked a university at random, and here I am." He said, shrugging. "You just picked a university at random? How much did it cost to get over here?" Jake asked, shocked. "Hey, I worked for two straight years, and had my board, room and food all supplied by the farm. I had a lot of spare money, and I spent some. No biggie." Alex said, apparently thinking nothing of moving halfway around the world. "I wish I could be so free." Jake said, looking down at his footpaws. "I'm always being told what to do by my folks." "What?" Alex said incredulously. "Come on, thief, you're a big boy now, make your own decisions!" "What, so I should just tell my parents to go and eat shit?" Jake asked sarcastically, but Alex only laughed. "If that's what they're into." He said, nudging Jake in the ribs with his elbow and winking to him. "But seriously, just tell them it's your life, let you live it. They can give you advice, but never let someone else run your life." He said, suddenly turning serious. "And always make sure you're nice to your family. They may irritate the fuck out of you, but they are the only one you get." "You believe that, huh? Jake asked, looking up at Alex. "Course. Nothing more important to this wolf than family." Alex said, nodding. "Well, the political science block is up here." Jake said, gesturing to the structure they were heading towards. However, as they got nearer, they saw a crowd was gathering outside. "This usual?" Alex asked, craning his neck to try and see what the focus of the crowd was. "No." Jake said, and as soon as the words left his mouth, an authoritative voice piped up from the front of the crowd. "Political Science 101 is postponed for today." The voice said, battling to be heard over the murmur of the crowd. "On grounds that Mr. Davidson has had a stroke." "A stroke?" Jake said, shocked. The crowd slowly dispersed, a mixture of joy of getting out of class and concern for the lecturer filtering through their conversation. "Damn.." Jake said, shaking his head. Mr. Davidson was a nice old beast, he hoped he was alright. "What, you so eager to get into class?" Alex asked him "No..." Jake said, feeling rather stupid. "Sweet as then. Free period for us, then." Alex said, yawning widely, grimacing as his stomach growled. "Who, I'm starved! Where does a body get a good feed around here?" "There's the cafeteria..." Jake began, but Alex shook his head. "Too busy and loud. Anywhere else?" He asked, and Jake thought for a second. "Um...there's a diner just off campus..."He ventured and Alex appeared to think this over for a second. "Yeah, why not. Let's go." He said, turning to go. "But..." Jake begun. "Come on, my treat." Alex said, tugging Jake's sleeve. Jake hesitated for a second. A free lunch wasn't to be turned down...and with Alex? "Alright." He said, and the two of them made their way across the campus towards the diner. Once inside the two of them found a booth to themselves and sat opposite each other, a waitress coming over with two menus for them. "What can I get you two boys today?" The waitress asked, a middle-aged rabbit with a half-smoked cigarette pursed between her lips. "You know, I never thought diners like this actually existed." Alex said, looking around the diner. "I thought they were just on American TV all the time. Huh." He said, flicking open the menu and running his eyes down the page. "How's the burger looking today?" "Probably too big for any off-shore beast to handle." The waitress said, and Alex raised an eyebrow. "That, m'lady, sounds like a challenge. Fire away on one of those." He said, winking across the table to Jake, who ordered himself French toast. The two of them sat idly chatting until the food came. Alex paused for a second to look over his burger, shaking his head and making a 'tut-tut' sound. "What's the matter?" Jake asked. "She thought a kiwi couldn't eat this." He said, shaking his head in mock horror. Jake laughed and tucked into his food, but he soon stopped and merely stared in wonder as the wolf ate his meal. In under two minutes a burger the size of a plate and a side of fries had disappeared into Jake's gullet, who was sitting back with a satisfied look on his face. "Here's a lesson for you Jake:" Alex said, pushing the plate away from himself. "Never challenge an Otago boy to a contest in eating, drinking, fighting or breaking." He said, cricking his neck with a smug look on his face. "How did you do that?" Jake asked, still in a state of shock. "Dunno" Alex said, shrugging. "No really, did you unhinge your jaw or something?" Jake asked, but Alex just laughed. \*\*\*\* Over the next few weeks Jake spent every second he could with Alex, enjoying his company, but he always wanted more. He wanted to be able to just reach out and touch Alex, to be held in his strong embrace, to hear him whisper in his ear, but he wasn't even sure if Alex was gay or not. Sometimes, things he said or did, the way he acted, made Jake think he was gay, and he would almost make a move n him, and he would switch back to straight. He'd be winking and nudging with Jake one second, to the point Jake nearly couldn't keep himself from leaping on Alex, and then be doing the exact same thing to a crowd of girls two seconds later. It was infuriating Everyone Alex talked to seemed to instantly be his friend, no matter who or what they were. Alex even called himself 'the conversation whore' sometimes, but he still always hung out with Jake. Jake would often sit a few rows back from the wolf in class, claiming it was so he wouldn't be distracted by Alex's antics, but really just sitting and staring longingly at the wolf. Jake sighed. He was currently in his room at his desk, doodling Alex's face in the back of his classics textbook, realizing he was just procrastinating studying, but continuing anyway. Suddenly the door flew open and hit his bed with an almighty crash, nearly giving Jake a heart attack. He just had the presence of mind to flick his book closed with one paw before he went toppling backwards into the floor. When the room stopped spinning and settled into place Jake realized it was Alex standing over him. "What are you doing down there?" He asked, the low vantage point making him no less attractive to Jake. In fact, from this vantage point he could almost see up Alex's shorts... "Um...studying?" He said, but Alex only laughed. He hauled the raccoon to his feet, picking up his chair and setting it down where it had been. Jake sat back down and opened his book, making it look like he was trying to study. "Close the book, Jake, we're going out." Alex said, looking over the raccoons shoulder. "I can't. Mid terms are in a week. I fail these and I have to re-sit the whole course." Jake said, studying his book closely. Alex put his elbows on Jake's shoulders and leant over his head, scanning the paper Jake had written. Jake held his breath, relishing the feel of Alex's fur on his, the feel of the wolf's heartbeat so close to his ear...oh gods, Jake thought miserably. "You know, Aphrodite was born of the crest of a wave, not from jumping out of Zeus' skull. That was Athena." He said casually, and Jake let out a moan. "I'm never going to pass! I suck at classics." Jake moaned. "Hey, I'll help you." Alex said. "How good are you?" Jake asked, leaning back discreetly, feeling the flow of Alex's breath shift his fur lightly. "I got an A plus on the last essay, remember? Jefferson wanked on about it for half the class. How could you forget that?" Alex asked. "Um..." Jake replied. Probably because I've been staring at your ass and sketching you in my classics book since I met you... "Anyway, how come you're so good at classics?" Jake asked. "I dunno" Alex said, shrugging "How do clouds stay in the sky?" "Because they aren't solid matter. They're only water particles..." Jake begun, but Alex just groaned. "That's your problem, Jake. Always books books books. For once just live life outside!" Alex said, grabbing his classics book and throwing it across the room. "Hey, I need that..." Jake said, but Alex placed a hand on his shoulder to restrain him. "Come out tonight and I'll tutor you myself." He said "Really?" Jake asked "I promise." Alex said, hauling the raccoon to his feet. "Where are we going?" Jake said. "A fox from downstairs invited me to go to the movies with him and his missus. He said he needed the company, and I should bring someone." Alex said. Jake froze...did he mean bring...as in as a partner? "So I thought I'd bring you along. Too much effort to find a girl at such short notice, and you need to get out more often." Alex said, and Jake nodded forlornly. Of course he wasn't taking him as a date. "Alright, lets go." Jake said, grabbing his wallet and stuffing it in his back pocket. Alex grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, and crossed to the door. "Hey, could you be a bit more careful with my door?" Jake asked, checking for any dents that the overzealous wolf may have put in it. "I don't want to lose my deposit on this room." "Deposit? Room?" Alex said, looking disgusted. "Gods, what are you under that mask, fifty? You're a student! Live a little! Break something for fucks sake!" At this, the wolf looked across the corridor to his own door. He ran full tilt at it and kicked it as hard as he could, the sound of splintering timber filling the air. Slowly, as if moving through treacle, his door fell into his room, hitting the floor with a sound like a thunderbolt. "Let's go." He said airily, ignoring the crowd that had gathered to see what the noise was. "How are you going to lock your room now?" Jake asked, looking in horrified fascination at the ruined doorframe. "What, so no-one gets in and steals my socks? Pfft, material possessions aren't everything, you know" Alex asked, grabbing the raccoon by his shoulder and pushing him through the crowd. Jake couldn't believe it. It was like Alex was from another world, like he was a god, striding about, breaking rules and gathering crowds of admirers. And if he was a god, Jake was one of his worshippers... The two of them met the fox Adam and his date the tigress Kate on the third floor, and the four of them made their way across the campus. Jake realized with a shock that Adam was the fox whose ass he'd been ogling every day on the stairs, and was having trouble keeping a straight face when talking to the wolf. When they finally made it to the theatre, a few blocks away, Jake was finding it hard to not stare and Alex, who for some reason was looking especially attractive tonight. "So what do you want to see?" Alex asked him, taking him off guard. "You." Jake said before he could stop himself. "Huh?" Alex said, looking rather taken aback. "I...I mean...what do you want to see man?" Jake said, grinning nervously. "Dunno. Adam, what do you feel like?" He asked, looking over the fox, leaving Jake to breathe out a long sigh of relief. Wow...that was close. "Something stupid, with explosions and extreme ass-kicking." He said, and Kate nudged him in the ribs. "Always the same, honestly." She said, snarling in mock anger. "There's a film that fits the bill." Alex said, pointing to a poster hanging on the wall. The four of them bought their tickets and headed through the busy lobby to the dark theatre. They took their seats, and Jake took the chance to look Alex over in the half-light. He had to do something soon, all this tension was killing him... The screen flickered into life and sent a wave of light across the audience, and Alex caught the raccoon staring. He cocked his head with a questioning look on his face, asking if there was a problem, but Jake shook his head and shrunk down into his seat, burning with embarrassment. After the film ended the four of them made their way to a pizza parlor a few blocks away, where they found themselves a table near the back. "You have places like this back home?" Adam asked Alex, after they had seated themselves and ordered drinks. "Not exactly." Alex replied "Ah, that's a pity. You're not able to eat like an American then." Adam said, and Jake froze. Oh, bad move Adam. "That sounded like a challenge." Alex said, grinning rather wider than usual, gaining a hungry glint to his eye. "Hey, it's not a challenge." Adam said, grinning back. "No-one out-eats a yank." "Let's settle it then." Alex replied, clicking his fingers. The two of them ordered five large pizzas each, the loser picking up the bill. A few students in the pizza parlor began nudging each other and moving around the table as the pizzas arrived. The word spread quick and soon there was a crowd gathered to see the showdown. Jake saw a badger he had seen around the dorm begin to take bets, and could feel his heart begin to pick up pace...he hoped Alex won. Adam looked a little pale as the pizzas began piling up on the table, and Kate began massaging his shoulders. "Jake." Alex said, nodding at Kate. Jake was shocked, but he reached out and began to massage to wolf's broad shoulders, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his rich, deep fur. Totally worth any price... Finally all the pizzas were ready, and the competitors took their places, hunkered over the table with a hungry look in their eyes. "Ready?" Alex asked Adam, winking as he ran a tongue over his lips. "I was born ready." Adam growled, grinning broadly. The two of them launched into the pizzas at once, three, four slices disappearing before the crowd even knew what was happening. Both fox and wolf finished the first pizza at the same time, churning into the next one with renewed vigor. However, by the start of the third pizza, Adam was beginning to slow, whereas Alex was still going strong. By the time the fox had finished his third pizza, Alex was onto his fifth, and with a triumphant cry, the wolf pushed aside the last empty plate and rising to his footpaws. "Victory!" He roared, the crowd of students all around cheering heartily. He received handshakes and pats on the back from many of the students, wiping his mouth and sitting himself back down. "What did I tell you, Adam?" He said, but the fox just laughed. "Shut up." He groaned, looking distinctly sick after all the pizza. "You did well, foxy, but in the end I came out on top." Jake said, shaking hands with Adam. They both laughed as the fox settled the bill, and as they rose to leave one of the students from before approached them. "Hey, good show guys." He said "We do what we can." Adam grunted, belching. Kate looked horrified and clipped him around the ear. "Anyway, there's a big party on the other side of campus. You in?" The student said. "Nah, we might turn in early." Adam said after exchanging looks with Kate. "What do you reckon, Jake?" Alex asked. "I dunno..." Jake said. "Oh come on, live a little!" Alex said, shoving him lightly. "We'll be there." He said to the student. The four of them made their way back to campus, where Kate and Adam separated and made their way back to their rooms after wishing Jake and Alex a good night. The two of them continued across campus to where the party was, finally finding the place after much searching. "Want a beer?" Alex asked once inside, and Jake nodded. Alex disappeared for a few seconds and reappeared with two tall plastic cups of beer. "Where'd you get those from?" Jake asked, puzzled. Alex downed his in one go, belching loudly and tossing the cup over his shoulder before answering. "Keg. It's a kegger." He said. "A what?" "Keg party." Alex said, looking surprised. "You don't know what a kegger is?" "No" Admitted Jake, feeling rather foolish. A slow light seemed to dawn on Alex's face as Jake watched him, which quickly turned into and evil grin, the wolf grabbing Jake by the back of his shirt and dragging him through the party. It was in some poor beasts house, every room full of drunken college students. Jake couldn't even hear over the sound of the loud music and yelling, and the thick throng of bodies pressed in on every side, smelling of an awful mix of perfume, beer and sweat. Finally Alex pulled Jake out of the press of bodies and into the kitchen of the house, where around twenty beasts were crowded around a keg. Thick, acrid smoke hung in the air from what looked like a tailor cigarette being passed around a group of dogs in one corner, but Alex propelled Jake over to the keg. "Boys, boys!" Alex called out, bringing the attention to himself, one arm wrapped around Jake's shoulder. "I have here with me a keg virgin! He's never been to a kegger, and you know what that means." The guys gathered around the keg looked blankly at Jake for a few seconds, their faces breaking into the same evil grin Alex had on his muzzle. "Kegnitiation!" They cried as one, picking up a long hose and motioning to Jake. "You want to do this?" Alex whispered warningly in his ear. "Why not?" Jake said, grinning "Live a little, aye?" Alex laughed and pushed Jake into the crowd around the keg, who promptly stuck a chair under him and the hose in his mouth. Jake didn't have time to take a breath before the beer rushed into his throat, and suddenly he was gulping it down, beer spilling down his front, coughing and spluttering as he drank and drank... Finally they pulled the hose from his mouth, and he choked a little as he fell out of his chair. The cheering of the guys filled his ears and the room span, but he felt happy. He unsteadily got to his feet, searching the room for Alex. He finally had the courage to tell him... You're drunk, part of his brain said, but he ignored it, stumbling around the kitchen in search of the wolf of his dreams. He found him in the corner with the dogs, smoking that acrid cigarette, a strange smile curling his lips. "Hey buddy, how you going?" Alex asked, grinning, the dogs laughing loudly. The floor shifted and suddenly Jake didn't feel too well. He wanted to lie down...everything was loud, confusing... "Muh..." He murmured, and Alex lifted his chin with a paw. "You alright there, thief?" He asked, still grinning. He exhaled a plume of the intoxicating smoke into the raccoons face, who took one sniff of the smoke and felt everything fading, falling gently to one side. "Oops, there he goes..." Said one of the dogs, followed by a chorus of giggles. Jake groaned and tried to rise, then giving up and letting everything go black. \*\*\*\* Jake's eyes felt curiously dry as they flickered open, staring in incomprehension at the sun streaming through the window onto his face. His head lolled to one side then another, and he realized he was in his room...but how did he get there? Recollection hit him like a sack of doorknobs and he winced, remembering the slow fall to the kitchen floor...aw man...Alex would have had to carried me all the way back here...he must think I'm such a loser. Jake groaned as he tried to sit up, wincing again as something else hit him, but this time it was the pain of an almighty hangover. He shuddered and fell backwards onto the bed, burying his head beneath the covers. He wished he could just die... The sound of the doorknob turning gently bought his head out of it's hiding, and Jake watched as Alex slowly entered the room, his constant grin still in place. "Sorry..." Jake murmured, feeling even worse. "What for?" "Drinking too much at the party. You must think I'm a loser." "What? Of course not! Where I come from, drinking too much and passing out is like a rite of passage to manhood! We do it when we're like fourteen." "Really?" "Yeah, that and vomiting." "Oh gods, I didn't, did I?" Jake asked wretchedly. "Lets just say a few bushes won't be the same again. No biggie, though." "Aw man...I'm sorry." "Why? It's good to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, thief!" Alex said, laughing. I mean, after the number of nights I've spent comatose in a wheelbarrow, your little collapse is nothing!" Jake grinned ruefully, rubbing his head. "How'd you get me back here?" He asked. "Carried you." "Sorry..." "Hey, I've been carried a few times in my life, and I've carried a few too. Man, at my old school, those boys could drink! And they were farmers-try carrying a friggin' bull three miles in the half-hour before the dean comes to check beds. You, Jake my boy, are an easy job in comparison." "So...you're not angry?" Jake said, smiling a little. "Why would I be?" Alex laughed. "It's all part of having fun. And you definitely had fun last night, as most of the campus will tell you." Jake laughed too, and Alex stood up, stretching widely. "You know, there's something else we do in our country..." He said, standing and leaving the room with a grin. Jake propped himself up on his elbows and stared at the door, wondering what Alex could be planning. The door suddenly swung inwards, smacking into the bed frame loudly, and Alex pounded in, banging a pot with a wooden spoon. "It's called annoy the hung-over bastard!" He yelled joyously, kicking the door shut behind him. Jake groaned and pulled his pillow over his face, hiding himself from the wolf. "Shut up!" He yelled, trying hard to keep the grin from curling around his muzzle, the sound of the banging lid pounding in his skull loudly. The pot crashed to the floor and Alex landed on his chest with his elbow, winding him. "Aw, don't be angry my masked buddy!" He said, prodding him in the ribs. "You know you love me." "Yeah, I do." Jake said before he could stop himself. He felt Alex freeze on top of him, and slowly pulled the pillow away from his face, dreading what he might find. Alex's muzzle was inches from his own, his brow creased in confusion. They stared into each other's eyes for a second, then Alex's eyes widened, his jaw dropping in shock. He stumbled back from the bed, shaking his head as if in horror. "Alex..." Jake began, but the wolf didn't appear to hear him. "Uh...you need you rest, buddy...I'll just go..." He said, making for the door "Alex!" Jake cried, but it was too late. Alex had gone, the door slamming in his wake. \*\*\*\* Over the next few weeks Jake tried his very hardest to get on with his work, trying to put Alex out of his mind. He finally got a tutor and just scraped through his midterms, but that seemed a hollow victory having lost his wolf...he couldn't put out of his mind the look on his face when he'd let his feelings slip...he felt like such an idiot, of course Alex wasn't gay. He'd see him in the corridors every now and then, but as soon as they made eye contact Alex would pretty much turn and run for his life, leaving confused students in his wake and a feeling like a knife to the heart for Jake. He sometimes would just go and sit in the corner of his room and weep, his tears matting the fur beneath his eyes, his head between his knees as he cried. He couldn't blame Alex, how he must have felt to find out his best friend was in love with him...why did Jake have to be gay? He didn't ask to be, it just happened! It wasn't his fault he loved Alex so much, so much it hurt, so much he thought he'd die without him. He was crossing the park towards Durham late one night, the full moon illuminating his path as he went, hands in pockets as he thought miserably of Alex. He had been studying in the library and hadn't realized how late it was. He heard voices up ahead and his heart sunk as he saw a bunch of jocks heading across the park towards him. He kept his head low as they passed by, and his heart lightened as they made no comment, but then... "Hey you!" Jake froze in his tracks, dreading what was coming. "Yeah, you!" Jake turned to see he was being addressed by the biggest and ergo the leader of the jocks, a huge tiger in a varsity football jacket. There were four of the jocks, the tiger, two panthers and a lion. They moved quickly, crowding around Jake before he could move "You're that fag, aren't you?" The tiger said, prodding Jake in the chest. The smell of beer washed over Jake, and he realized that the jocks had been drinking. He didn't like where this was going... "I don't know what you're talking about..." Jake murmured, and tried to push past the panthers, but they held him fast. "Yeah, you're that homo!" The tiger growled. "My sister went out with some fox and said you were there. Said you couldn't keep your eyes off some wolf." "It wasn't me..." Jake insisted, but the tiger just laughed. "I don't see any other raccoons!" He said, and the jocks laughed. "Please..." Jake began desperately, but the tiger ignored him. "You see, I don't like faggots, you hear me, thief?" The tiger said, and the panthers grabbed him under the arms, holding him up. Before Jake could protest, the tiger slammed a fist into his stomach, winding him. He hit him again and again, growling in satisfaction with each hit. "Fucking queer!" He snarled, drawing back a fist to hit Jake in the face. Jake wanted to flinch, but he couldn't, all he could do was watch as the fist bunched, ready to strike... A bottle came sailing out of nowhere, smashing into the side of the tiger's head, knocking him to the ground. The lion turned in shock, a grey streak rushing up and grabbing him by the mane before he could do anything. Jake's eyes widened in shock as he realized who it was; Alex! The wolf grabbed two paws of mane on either side of the lion's face, jerking his head forward, smashing his forehead into the lion's muzzle with an awful crack. The tawny-furred beast fell to the ground, clutching it's muzzle and whimpering. The panthers released Jake and stepped back, not wishing to get involved. Jake fell to his knees, gasping for breath, looking up to see the tiger striking Alex full in the face. Alex growled and jerked his head back, but too slow; three more blows rained onto his beautiful muzzle. Someone was cut, because suddenly there was blood on both the fighters, spraying through the air as Jake watched in horror. Alex stepped in close to the tiger, hammering two fists into his face and dancing back out of reach of the tigers claws. In the moonlight a glint of metal flashed-the tiger had produced a switchblade, and was now menacing Alex with it. "Alex!" Jake called out, trying to warn him to be careful but the wolf didn't look. Probably a good thing, as the tiger slashed out wildly at that point, Alex only just jumping back out of range of the slash, the blade tearing open his shirt. Crimson droplets shone in the moonlight; Alex was cut! It wasn't deep, though, and Alex ducked as the tiger gave another wide swing with the knife. He rose from the depths like a leviathan, smashing his head into the tiger's chin, knocking the beast senseless in an instant. The tiger crumpled to the grass like a puppet with the strings cut, his blade disappearing into the long grass. Alex turned to the panthers, who were looking on in a frozen horror. "Take them and go." He grunted, breathing heavily. The panthers grabbed their fallen comrades and dragged them off toward one of the other dorms, swearing profusely. Jake got to his feet quietly, walking gingerly over to where Alex was still standing. "You're hurt..." Jake said, raising a paw to Alex's face, where blood was pouring from a cut in his cheek, but Alex shied away. "I'm okay." He said quietly. "Oh." Jake said, looking down at the grass. "Sorry I couldn't get here quicker...I saw you from my room, and..." Alex said. "You should go get those looked at." Jake said, not looking at Alex lest his heart tear in two. "Jake..." Alex begun, but he thought the better of it, turning and walking away. Jake didn't even look at his back, just turning and going back to Durham, silver tears spilling down his cheeks. \*\*\*\* Jake sat on his bed, knees pulled up under his chin, staring off into the middle distance. His tears had stopped now, but the pain inside would last for much longer. Why was life so unfair? Why was it so cruel? To make him love the one beast he couldn't have. The one he could never have... Jake looked up as the door opened, and Alex came in, bandaged and with a change of clothes. How long had Jake been sitting there for? It must have been hours... "Hey." Alex murmured, paws in his pockets. "Mm." Jake said vaguely, and Alex sat beside him on the bed. "Sorry about the tiger, I should have been there quicker." Alex said. "You don't have to always be around to protect me." Jake said, and Alex laughed nervously. "Look, Jake, about the last couple of weeks..." He begun, but Jake cut him off. "That's fine, Alex, it's my fault. I shouldn't of...done what I did." Jake said, trying to keep the bitterness inside from tainting his tone. "I put you in a tough position. Forget abut it." "I can't though." "What?" Jake asked, looking up at the wolf's face. "I can't forget about it. The reason I was keeping away from you was that I was confused. I felt so afraid, and ashamed, but there was something else. I'm so sorry Jake, that I've put you through all this, I'm so sorry..." Alex said, the words coming out in a jumbled rush, tears in the corner of his eyes. "It's alright, I forgive..." Jake begun, throwing a comforting arm around the wolf, but Alex cut him off. "I love you." Alex said, and Jake froze, looking into Alex's tear-filled eyes. "What?" "I wasn't sure, I was so afraid, but when I saw them attacking you...my heart almost stopped." Alex said, almost in tears now. "All I could think about, as I ran out there, was what would I do if you were hurt? If you..." Alex said, shaking his head, a smile coming over his face, "and then I realized. I love you." Jake wasn't sure what to say, but he suddenly realized the feeling of pain and sorrow in his heart was gone. In fact, his heart was almost singing. He just smiled and threw both arms around the wolf, holding him close. Alex shook a little, his breath shuddering, but he returned the favor and hugged Jake close to himself. Jake felt so odd, finally holding his love so close, feeling so tiny in the arms of the wolf, their hears beating in unison, their fur mingling and intermixing...his heart was so happy he thought it was going to burst...he was in love. Alex pulled back from the embrace, looking Jake in the eyes. Alex smiled softly, and the two of them leaned in, lips locking together gently, the kiss lasting so long Jake had to fight for breath. The kiss was soft, and sweet, but Jake pushed closer, sending his tongue deeper, wanting to taste his wolf, after waiting for so long...Alex responded in kind, pushing his tongue deeper into Jake's mouth, until their tongues danced together in a beautiful union, sharing their love for each other. Jake began to feel a familiar stirring below, his hips bucking and grinding against Alex's thigh, the wolf sending a paw to grope at the raccoon's crotch. Jake slipped a paw down the front of Alex's pant, feeling his rapidly swelling sheath, enjoying the sound of Alex's whimpering. He pulled his hand out and struggled with Alex's shirt, pulling it over his head, admiring his well-formed abdominal muscles. He ran a slow paw from his chest down to his belt loop, hooking a paw into it as Alex unbuttoned his own shirt. They lowered themselves onto Jake's bed, Alex laying below and Jake above, still kissing passionately, a growl rising in Alex's throat as his swelling member attempted to escape his pants. Jake broke the kiss and rested his head on Alex's strong pectoral as his paw snaked down to the wolf's pants, unbuttoning the and revealing his rapidly growing cock. He took it in one paw and coaxed it out of it's sheath, rubbing it up and down slowly, enjoying the grunts of Alex as he did so. Alex suddenly rolled Jake over onto his back, leaving a trail of kisses down the raccoon's chest, unzipping his fly as he got to it, coaxing out his penis. He pulled out Jake's pants and then his own, lowering his muzzle onto Jake's cock, taking it as deep as he dared, Jake arching his back on the bed as he did so. His deft tongue wrapped around Jake's cock, sliding up and down it, sucking and nibbling on his cock as he went. Jake moaned loudly, feeling himself nearing climax. Without warning, Alex thrust a finger into Jake's ring hole, making him cry out in pain and pleasure, sending him over the edge, making him blow his load uncontrollably into Alex's throat, the wolf swallowing hungrily, licking all the spatters and droplets of semen from Jake's cock, making him shiver in pleasure. "Oh...oh...oh my gods..." Jake panted, pulling Alex up close to him and locking lips with the wolf once more. The taste of his seed was rife in the wolf's mouth, and he loved it, but he broke the kiss off. "What's wrong?" Alex asked, looking suddenly scared. "Now it's your turn." He said, grinning happily. He leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a tube of lubricant. He smeared a liberal amount on his own tailhole, shuddering in pleasure as he plunged a finger, then two into himself to make sure he'd be good and slippery. He then applied a liberal amount to Alex's throbbing cock, eyeing it with hunger. Alex stood up on the floor, turning Jake around towards him, flashing him the same roguish wink he had flashed him the first day they had met. He hoisted Jake's legs up over his shoulder and pressed his cock into him slowly, Jake letting out a soft moan as he stretched to accommodate the non-too-small wolf. Alex began to thrust into Jake, slowly at first, letting him feel the full length of him sliding in and out of the raccoon, clenching his muscles and pressing his member deeper into him. Jake groaned in pleasure as the fat wolf-cock plunged into him up to the knot, his own cock growing hard again as he was speared on his lover's cock. "Tie?" grunted Alex, face scrunched up as he began to ram harder and faster into the raccoon. "Do it!" Jake moaned, and let out a cry as he felt the fat knot being pressed into his body. Alex began to growl uncontrollably, plunging deeper and harder, and Jake found it hard to keep quiet, the feeling of Alex filling him better than anything he'd ever felt Jake couldn't take it and came for a second time, his hot load squirting onto his chest, his back arching again, forcing Alex deeper into him as he wrapped his legs around the tall wolf. Alex's growling grew to a climax, his pumping become harder and harder, until finally he drew back and rammed home, forcing his cock deeper into Jake then ever before. He threw back his head and let out an almighty howl, his cock spewing a torrent into Jake, his leg's quivering from the effort of the orgasm, his whole body throbbing as he pumped again and again, until he was milked dry. He stood there panting for a few minutes, basking in the post-coital glow, tongue lolling to one side. He finally sunk down onto the bed together, the two them still tied together, covered in each other's fur and juices, sweating as though they had just ran a marathon, but they were happy. They held each other close in their arms until Alex could pull out, then the two of them curled up together on Jake's tiny bed. Jake pulled the covers over both of them and they lay in silence, holding one another as close as they could, breath and heartbeat as if one. "I'm sorry, Jake." Alex said. "Why?" "That I took so long to admit I loved you." "I forgive you, Alex, because I love you so much." "And I love you too, my little masked thief." Alex said, kissing Jake on the brow. And they held each other close there in the night, and eventually they fell asleep. If the end of the world had come, if everything else had failed, if they were the only two beings left on the world, it would be alright. Because at last, they were together. Thanks for reading, remember to vote and post comments! Peace and love to all furries out there, whereever, whenever

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping, explode, magic, Prose that Blows 7 – Not So Final Fantasy (2011), Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Sexiest Story Text: Irina was only halfway through a mug of mead when Cerys ran into the inn and to Irina's side. Irina sighed. "What did you do?" "Nothing!" Irina gave her a sharp look. "I told you I don't want to draw attention while we're travelling." "No, really!" Cerys said. "I was just looking around the outpost and some men yelled at me!" "Why are you worried? You're indestructible." "They're scary! Oh no, here they come!" The three men told an age-old story with their young faces and exaggerated movements. "We're away from home for the first time, we've discovered hard liquor, and we don't know our limits." "There she is!" said one of them, pointing at Cerys. "Save me!" Cerys hid behind Irina. The innkeeper reached under the bar and came up with a cudgel. Irina caught the innkeeper's eye and shook her head, then stood to face the men. "Why ya runnin'?" said one of the men, red-faced. "We just wanna give ya a drink." Irina sighed. Well, Cerys did stand out. She couldn't blame her for getting noticed. "Why don't you guys-erk!" Cerys was poking Irina under her shirt. The growth from each touch wasn't enough for anyone to notice. "Stop it!" Irina hissed. Cerys whispered, "just making you look intimidating." "We're not talkin' to you," said another drunkard. He was holding a jug. "Hey, this one's cute too." said the third, who was shirtless. "Le'ss havvem both drink wi' us." Cerys put her hand up the back of Irina's shirt. Irina swatted it away, but now her belly was bulging out of her clothes. "Nah," said red-face, "too fat." Irina muttered, "stop it before it happens again!" "Maybe we don't wanna stop, lady," said Jug. "C'mon," said no-shirt, "we'll giv'ya a drink, you giv'us a kiss." The three of them laughed, not noticing both of Cerys's arms wrapped around Irina's belly. "You idiot!" yelled Irina as her body bulged in all directions. "Who ya callin an--wha?!" Jug looked up to see Irina surging forward. He instinctively swung the jug at her. Clumsy as it was, it put Irina on her back, on top of Cerys. "Get out from there before--aaah!" Her yell hit a high pitch. She clapped both her hands to her mouth. The swelling was accelerating. Dumbfounded as they were, it didn't take the men long to notice the bar emptying. They made it outside just ahead of the wall of flesh. Cerys wriggled out the door, from under the flesh that filled it. Most of the crowd was standing well back, over in the town's main intersection, but the three drunkards weren't far outside. "Whass' happening?" said red-face. Upstairs, the shutters were popping open as flesh bulged out of them. Cerys took an unconcerned look at the scene. "It's kinda complicated... if I put too much magic stuff into people they have naughty thoughts, and that makes more magic stuff." "Uh... when's she gonna stop?" said no-shirt. The last shutter opened, a comically large nipple poking out of it. "And weren't you scared of us a minute ago?" muttered red-face. "She won't. She'll get bigger and bigger until boom!" "What?! You mean she'll explode?" The walls were cracking and buckling outwards now. "Nono, she'll have an orgasm." "Oooh... heheheh." The drunkards leered. Most of the buidling had fallen away from Irina's body. She still had both hands over her mouth, but her now-freed legs were thrashing around. "THEN she'll explode." "What?!" "It's all right. She'll go back to normal." "What about us?!" "Oh, the explosion isn't dangerous." "Oh." "It'll just scatter magic stuff around." "What?!" "Don't worry, it dissipates quick." "Oh." "Unless there's a person around to absorb it." "WHAT?!" "Nnnnaa!" Irina's hands weren't enough to keep her silent. The three drunkards turned to run, but only tripped over themselves. There was a BOOM and a flash of light. When it cleared, the huge shape of Irina was gone, and in its place were the three men, taking up just as much space between them. It took them several solid seconds of hollering to realize that nothing else seemed to be happening. "Uh, beggin' yer pardon, miss," one of them said. Cerys wasn't sure which was which any more; they were all quite red in the face, the jug was sitting on the ground, and none of them was wearing a shirt, or anything else for that matter. "But aren't we gonna, uh..." "It's all the booze." said Cerys. "It'll take you guys a minute to feel it, and you'll have to get really big before you go off." "What? Please, we've learned our lesson, okay? We'll leave you alone! We won't ever bother anyone again! Just make it stop!" "Oh, that's the fun part. You can't stop it, you can only delay it. But hey, there is some good news. Do you know what a refractory period is?" "Uh, no?" "Well, it means after you blow, you're going to have a little more time than Irina to run for it. Oh hey, looks like it's starting for you guys. Have fun!" She wandered off towards the watching crowd, ignoring the protests behind her. One of the men in the crowd looked uncertainly from her to the growing men. He tried to step back as she approached, but the crowd was too thick behind him. "Uh... you're a sorceress, right?" he asked. "Something like that." "You were just teaching those drunks a lesson, right? We're safe over here, right?" Cerys looked over her shoulder, and turned back with a smile. "Right now, none of you are close enough to them to get affected when they explode." "Oh. Good." The crowd relaxed at the news that they could safely watch the spectacle. Some even jeered at the drunks. Irina emerged from the rubble of the inn, unsteady on her legs and trying to cover her body with the remains of her skirt. But when she looked up and saw the three men, she let the cloth fall away as she set off on a dead sprint down the road, towards the gate out of town. "Uh... she's sure running a long way," said the man. Cerys shrugged. "Well, wouldn't you after what happened?" "But it's wilderness out there, why's she going so far?" Cerys didn't get a chance to respond before one of the drunks exploded. The crowd yelled, almost a cheer. When the glare faded, only one man was left lying naked in the middle of the street, back to normal. "Where'd they go?" someone asked. In the distance, another of the men, now much larger, fell from the sky and landed on top of the forest. "Where's the other one?" said someone else. Only a few members of the crowd thought to look up in time to see last of the drunkards landing on top of them. He wasn't heavy enough to do anything but rest lightly on top of the mob, but that didn't stop everyone from trying to escape. And he had, unfortunately, landed upright. "Stop moving around down there!" he yelled. "Stop it! You're all gonna, you're gonnaaagh--" BOOM. The intersection was filled with a pile of naked, bloated, screaming people. The now-normal-sized drunk had rolled down the pile and was unconscious, face-down in the the road. Cerys surveyed the results. No one was actually growing, but the situation had everyone pretty much hysterical. Something needed to be done. Cerys cupped her hands and shouted to be heard over the yelling. "HEY! LISTEN UP! You're all too small for it to get to you. You'll start shrinking in a few minutes." That seemed to calm the crowd a bit. Cerys continued, "As long as none of you really like the idea of getting bigger and bigger..." The pile shifted. "...every part of you getting stretched and tight..." The pile was starting to rise and spread. "...towering above everyone else..." The people towards the top were sent rolling down, a few of them burying the drunk just as he was starting to get back to his feet. "...being so huge you can see for miles..." A growing young woman was emerging from the pile. She had her eyes closed tight and her mouth in a grimace, fighting against inevitability. "Oh hey," said Cerys. "I guess someone does!" Everyone started shouting at once. "Isn't that one of the barmaids?" "What are you doing? Stop it!" "Stop growing!" "I'm trying!" yelled the barmaid. "See, that's what I love about you humans and your morals," said Cerys, not that anyone could hear as the barmaid loomed larger and larger over the intersection and the general panic resumed. "If you'd just let yourself go while you're still small, it'd hardly be a problem at all. But you fight it and try to hold back, and so..." The barmaid barely made a sound. Just a sudden squirm, a sharp breath, and she exploded. And then it was raining round, swelling bodies all over the town. Some cried out in fear, some cried out in surprise... and some cried out for other reasons, barely touching the ground before they themselves exploded. Cerys strolled out of town, admiring her work. The sun was going down by the time she found Irina hiding in a bush, well outside of town. Every so often there was another distant explosion, and more yells. The chain reaction was slowing as people spread out, but it had a while to go. Irina glared. "I never should have let you out of that magic circle. I don't know why I let you travel with me." Cerys grinned. "Then tell me to go away." Irina didn't meet her eyes. "No?" said Cerys, walking forward. "There's no one around, and no one's going to notice another boom tonight. Unless you're going to ask me not to touch you?" Irina said nothing. "See? You wouldn't have any fun without me," said Cerys, and gave Irina a big hug.

Title: Testing Johnny Test – Chapter 1 by HornyBunny Tags: 18+, Big Breasts, Creampie, Cum, Cunnilingus, Dukey, Dukey Test, FA: Shadowsnake, Fanfiction, HornyBunny, Human, Johnny Test, Knot, M/F, Mary, Mary Test, Orgasm, Rule 34, Shadowsnake, Susan Test, Transformation, Tying, Vaginal, Werewolf, janet, johnny, susan, tf Testing Johnny Test - Chapter 1 "Johnny, this is the last time I'm going to tell you. You are staying with your sisters at their house, while we are on our vacation," Hugh tells his son as the sound of a horn echoes through the phone "that's our train. Be good and don't mess with your sisters." Hugh hangs up the phone and follows his wife to the train. "I hate having to stay with them. They have gotten, so boring since they made all that money with their food growth stuff," Johnny says and stuffing clothes into a suitcase. "Johnny, hurry up or we'll leave you" Susan calls up the stairs. "Great, I'll stay" Johnny calls down to her. "Too bad. You're coming with me," Susan says going up the stairs and entering his room. "That's enough clothes, come on" she says and pushes him out of the bedroom. She slips around him "come on" she says and snaps her fingers. Johnny follows her down the stairs and out of the house to her car. "We just had a few rooms added on, so you don't have to stay in the testing cells this time," Susan says as she drives to her house. "Good, I hate those cells. I know the doors didn't close accidentally last time," Johnny says looking out the window as the drive through Porkbelly. Half an hour later, a few minutes outside Porkbelly city limits Susan turns off the road and Johnny gasps when he sees the house built onto the lab. "Wow, I never thought you two would have something like that built onto your lab" Johnny says as they stop in front of the front doors. "Yeah, take your suitcase and find a room. There's plenty to choose from" Susan says when he opens the door. Johnny pulls the bag from the backseat, carries it into the house, and heads up the stairs in front of him. He walks down the hall, stops in front of the first room, and pushes the door open. He steps in and looks around. A computer sits on a desk and large TV sits opposite the bed with the drapes closed "nice" Johnny says and sets his suitcase down next to the bed. "Hey Johnny" Mary says leaning against the doorframe and watching him as he starts unpacking. "Hey" Johnny says as he hangs his shirts up in the closet. "I see you've grown up a little. I remember when you would have thrown your clothes on the floor," Mary says as he stars putting his pants and underwear in a dresser. "When you finish go get something to eat and meet me in the lab. I want to ask you something," Mary says and turns leaving Johnny before he can say anything. "Oh great, they already want to experiment on me" Johnny says and closes the drawer. He leaves the room and heads down stairs and turns left into the kitchen "wow, that's a refrigerator" Johnny says as she steps up to the door and pulls it open. He takes out some ham, cheese, and starts piling it up on bread until he has a large sandwich. He puts it in the microwave and watches the cheese melt. He takes it out and sits at the table and is about to take a bite when Dukey walks into the room wearing a black suit. "Hey Johnny" Dukey says and sits at the table "I heard you were here and thought I'd come visit you" the talking dog says and watches Johnny start eating the sandwich. "Have they already tried to experiment on you?" Dukey asks and Johnny sets his sandwich down. "Not yet, but they want to ask me some questions in the lab when I finish this thing" Johnny tells his best friend. Dukey looks at him and turns "be careful, who knows what they have up their sleeve" Dukey says and leaves the room as Johnny finishes the sandwich. "Yeah, I know. I hope they don't turn me into something" Johnny says and heads for the lab. "Hello" Johnny says as he knocks on the large metal door separating the lab from the rest of the house. A camera looks at him "just a minute" Susan says and Johnny can hear the sound of metal locks opening. The door slides open and Johnny steps in and the door slides shut behind him "we need a few more minutes to get the experiments ready. Entertain the guests while you wait" Mary says and Johnny looks around and see Janet Nelson Jr, Sissy Blakely, Jillian Vegan, Princess Maribel, and Joni West standing on the other side of the room in bikini's. Behind them is a door leading to a pool "go for a swim" Mary says and the intercom cuts off. "Come on Johnny" sissy says grabbing his arm and pulling him to the pool. "Let's race" she says and pushes him into the changing room. "Okay, give me a minute" Johnny says shutting the door and strips. When he is nude, he looks in the mirror and smiles "that gym membership has helped", he thinks and flexes his arms a little. "Hurry up in there or I'm opening the door and pulling you out nude" sissy says and Johnny pulls on a pair of shorts without underwear. "This should show her what she's missed by being so mean to me" Johnny thinks and steps out and sees the girls lined up in front of him. He looks at each one of them with a feeling of dread. As he looks at each girl, he guesses their breast size, Sissy, Maribel, and Joni have C or D cup breast, but when he gets to Jillian he feels a throb between his legs and guesses her chest is a DD cup. In a flash, five squirt guns appear and Johnny screams when all five girls spray him. He tumbles back and then watches as they dive into the pool. "I'll get you five," Johnny says and grabs one of the squirt guns and runs around the pool. Within ten minutes, he has sprayed each girl and is now sitting on the edge of the pool. He keeps sneaking peaks at the girls as they run or swim past him and feels a swelling between his legs. "Don't just sit there getting hard. Come and join us" sissy says from the other end of the pool loud enough for everyone to hear. Johnny slides into the pool and swims over to her. "Shut up" he says and splashes her. "Don't lie. We all know you have been looking at us. No straight man can stay soft with all these boobs and butts around him" sissy tells him and splashes him back. "Everyone in the pool" Susan says over the intercom. Maribel and Jon look up and then shrug. They jump in the pool and when all of them are in, the water starts moving. The drain opens and a whirlpool forms pulling the girls and Johnny into the center of the pool and down the drain. They scream as they are surrounded by water. After a few seconds, they slide out of a pipe and find several robotic arms holding towels. "Mary, Susan, What did you do" Johnny says grabbing a towel and drying his yellow and red hair. "We brought you 6 here, so we can review some past experiment we did on you and we want the girls to keep an eye on you," Mary says stepping into the room. "What makes you think we want to watch your little brother while you experiment on him?" Janet says and crosses her arms over her large breasts. "You'll be paid and I think you could have some fun," Susan says standing next to her sister. "So, will you do it?" and each girl nods and Johnny feels the same sense of dread he felt when he left the changing room. "It's almost night time, so I think we should start with the werewolf ray" Mary says and pulls a ray gun from her pocket "we were able to make it much smaller then it was last time" she says and points it at Johnny. "Whoa, stop!" Johnny says and they ignore him and zap him. He lets out a howl and looks at them "nothing happened" Johnny says looking down at his body. "Just go to bed and we'll see what happens" Susan says with a slight grin. "Bed time for all of you. We have rooms for each of you" Mary tells them and rushes them out of the room and towards the bedrooms. They each get ready bed as the sun sinks below the horizon. Johnny looks out the window and sees the moon and feels a tingle all over his body "looks like something is happening" he says and grits his teeth as his body starts to change. He lets out a howl as the transformation ends and he pants, trying to catch his breath after the change. He turns and leaves the room "hungry" he says and heads for the kitchen. "Why didn't they put a bathroom in my bedroom" Janet says closing the bathroom door. She turns and heads for her room, she stops in her tracks when she sees werewolf Johnny and gasps. He turns when he hears her gasp and she gasps louder when she sees he is nude "looks like someone finally transformed" Janet says and smiles when he walks up to her. Johnny stops in front of her and sniffs her chest making her giggle, his breath tickles her chest. He looks at her face and then bares his teeth at her. "Johnny, what are you doing?" she asks and takes a few steps back until she looks down his body and gasps again. Between his legs, his sheath has swollen to twice the size it was a few seconds before and the tip of his cock is sticking out. Johnny jumps at her, pins her to the ground, and howls as he starts grinding his growing cock against her belly. He grabs her nightshirt and tears it open, making her scream as her bare breasts as exposed to the werewolf. "Stop it" she says starting to struggle under him. She screams and tries to pull her arms free of his hand. She kicks missing his balls, but hitting his legs. "Let me go" she says as she struggles. Johnny takes one of her nipples into his mouth and starts sucking on it, making her struggles weaken as pleasure starts to emanate from her hardening nipples. After a few more seconds he moves down her body to her kicking legs and lets go of her arms and quickly grabs her legs and holds them down and spreads them open. He sniffs her pussy and feels his cock harden even faster. He runs his tongue up her pussy and hears her squeal as pleasure floods her body. "Stop it" she says, but Johnny ignores her and keeps licking at her pussy. He drives his tongue into her pussy, making her hips arch as a wave of pleasure rolls through her body. He starts tongue fucking her, making her pussy get even wetter until she arches her back and screams into the empty hallway. "FUCK YES! DON'T STOP!" she screams as her pussy ripples around the tongue and the flow of pussy juice increases. More then a minute passes before she collapses weak from her orgasm as Johnny pulls his long, flexible tongue from her pussy and looks down at her. "Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. wolfie?" Janet asks with a smile and he grabs her hips. He drives his cock into her making her eyes roll back as pain and pleasure mix sending her over the edge again. Her pussy starts rippling around his cock as he starts fucking her. He drives his cock in and out of her pussy making the wet hole even wetter as his pre-cum spurts into her. Johnny howls as he feels her orgasm again, he moves his hands up to her breasts and squeezes them making her hips jerk against him. "Stop! Let me roll over!" Janet pants as her orgasm ends. Johnny gives her a few more pumps and then pulls out of her with a wet slurping sound. She rolls over onto her hands and knees and sticks her ass in the air. "Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" she moans and reaches between her legs and spreads her gaping pussy open for him. He drops to his knees behind her, grabbing her ass, pushes his cock into her pussy making her eyes roll back and her arms give out as pleasure fills her body once again. He starts fucking in and out of her pussy, making him moan as her pussy snaps around his cock until he pushes his knot against her pussy lips. "Do it!" Janet moans feeling the swollen knot pressing against her pussy. Johnny growls and pushes harder against her until she screams and his knot pops into her pussy, stretching it like never before. "Cum in me!" Janet moans feeling the knot throbbing, Johnny howls and starts fucking her even harder and faster until he leans over her back and pushes his cock as deep as he can and unloads his werewolf cum into her pussy. His cock jerks as jet after jet of cum floods her pussy. Her belly starts to swell as his knot holds the cum in her pussy. A full minute passes before Johnny's tight body relaxes and he lays on her, pinning her under him as he enjoys the afterglow of orgasm. "Amazing!" Janet moans as his knot slowly shrinks "simply amazing!" Johnny gives his cock a yank and his knot pulls free of her pussy and a torrent of cum follows it. She rolls over onto her back and enjoys the afterglow of release. Johnny stands up and runs off down the hall and out of sight. "That's just like you. Fuck and run" Janet says running a few fingers up her pussy and scooping up the cum and sucks them clean "nice and sweet" she mumbles and starts to get up. She heads for the bathroom. She sits on the toilet and watches as white werewolf cum slowly drips from her pussy. She sighs as her body tingles with each drop of cum that falls from her clit. The end

Title: Best Friends Ch. 05 Tags: gay incest, mmf, bisexual male, two men one woman, threesome The next week -- the first week since Pat and Jeremy and Jeremy's mother, Roni, became lovers -- went by painfully slow for all three. Pat and Jeremy had to see each other every day at school and conceal their lust for each other from their classmates. They both found themselves daydreaming during classes and sneaking longing glances at each other. Jeremy wanted Pat's cock back in his mouth in the worst way. Pat could not believe how much he wanted his friends cock back in his ass. Every time that week that he got a hard on, he felt a twitching at his back door needing to be filled again. Don't get him wrong, he was not a complete bottom. He still wanted badly to be inside of Roni and to take his friends anal cherry, but he also wanted to feel cock inside of himself again. To ease his pain, several times during the week Pat found himself jerking off in the shower with his left hand while a shampoo coated right hand eagerly slid two, three, even four fingers deep inside his anal canal. Things had to be worst for Jeremy. Not only did he see Pat all day in class, but he also saw his mom all night at home. And Roni had never been shy about wearing skimpy shorts and shirts around the house. Jeremy seemed to have a hard on 24/7! He had to keep it concealed at school, but walked around the house in a pair of loose shorts and no underwear in the hopes that his mother would see it and continue their incestuous relationship one-on-one during week. He even tried to slip up behind her one night while she stood at kitchen sink washing dishes. He rubbed his hard dick through his shorts against his mother's ass and felt her breasts through her shirt, excited to find that she wore no bra. But when her only response was "That will have to wait until Friday night when Pat is here," he went upstairs to his bedroom to take care of himself for what seemed like the 100th time that week. Finally, Friday was upon them all. Jeremy and Pat, who also played on the basketball team together, gutted through the two hour practice in anticipation of the night to come. In the shower after practice, the two exchanged several glances at each other, but tried no to look too long in fear that their penises might spring to life in front of their teammates. They showered quickly drove home as fast as they could. When the boys arrived at the house they hoped to find Roni naked in the doorway to great them. However, they instead found a note for them that simply read: "Boys, I had to run out to work on a surprise for tonight. Have fun and I will see you soon. Love, mom." The boys wasted no time in having fun. They headed straight to Jeremy's bedroom and practically ripped off their clothes. Jeremy dropped to his knees as if trying to grab a loose ball in basketball and engulfed Pat's dick as fast as he could. Jeremy loved feeling Pat's manhood grow in his mouth. He loved the first few strokes his mouth took on his flaccid cock and loved it even more as he slid his lips slowly over his quickly inflated rod. Pat grabbed the back of Jeremy's head and began thrusting into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy let his best friend fuck his mouth, grabbing onto Pat's hips to hold himself up. With each thrust Pat's dick went a little farther into Jeremy's throat, gagging his friend. Jeremy tried his best to loosen his throat to let his friend in more. The gagging was producing a good amount of saliva adding lube to the efforts. "Oh, fuck this feels so good!" Pat announced. "Take my cock you bitch! Take it down your throat!" Jeremy couldn't believe his best friend had just called him a bitch. What's more, he couldn't believe it turned him on! Jeremy began moving his tongue around and clenching and unclenching his throat muscles, adding to the pleasure that Pat was feeling. In no time Pat said he was cumming. Jeremy pushed himself off of Pat's cock and began stroking it. "That's it," he said. "Cum on my face." Jeremy opened his mouth and watched string after string of Pat's creamy substance explode from the tip of his penis and hurl towards his awaiting mouth. Some landed on Jeremy's tongue, some on his cheek, some even in his hair. While the boys were busy having their fun, Roni was out working on her surprise. As she approached the familiar door, worry and doubt filled her mind. What if this doesn't work? I could have a lot of explaining to do if this backfires on me. She threw caution to the wind and knocked on the door. The door was answered by a tall man in pretty good shape for being in his mid-forties. "Oh, hi, Roni. What can I do for you?" Roni took a deep breath. "You will never guess what our sons have done. Can you please come with me to my house to see this?" And with that, Roni drove Pat's dad Bob to her house... They walked up the stairs and approached Jeremy's bedroom door. "Now, this is going to be a bit of a shock. Whatever you do, remain calm and just stay here in the hallway with me and take it all in." Bob could not imagine what the boys had gotten themselves into, but he was prepared for the worst. Roni slowly opened the door a crack trying not to make any noise to disturb the action that she sure was going on behind this closed door. Bob's jaw dropped to the floor as he looked in; he was frozen by the sight. Laying on his back in the middle of the floor was his son, Pat, naked with his best friend on top of him in a 69 position. He stood there, stunned, as he watched Jeremy's cock disappear into his son's mouth and then reappear. He was brought back to consciousness as he felt Roni's body on his back and her soft voice whispering in his ear. "I found the doing this last weekend. Like you, I found this disturbing, our boys sucking each other off..." Bob suddenly felt Roni's hand reach around his body and rub his member through his jeans. Both of them were a little surprised to find that Bob's cock was already hard. "I can see you are finding this entertaining," Roni said. "I found myself drawn to that conclusion myself. In fact, I even joined them last weekend." Bob could not believe what he was hearing, but could not help his interest in finding out more. Roni unzipped Bob's pants, slipped her hand inside and found his hard 8 inches, and continued: "Your son is quite a fast learner. Jeremy loves receiving head from Pat. He is really quite the cocksucker, as you can see. I just loved feeling his shaft in my ass while Jeremy fucked my pussy. And he seemed to absolutely love having Jeremy fuck his tight hole. I have been trying to teach them about sex, but I'm sure that they could use a lesson from a man as well. I think all four of us could have some fun." Bob nodded his head in agreement. It had been quite awhile since his wife had passed and, due to the same reason, since he had been laid. This was all too perfect for him. He had always desired Roni; she was simply stunning. And like his son, he had always had gay "tendencies." His wife used to wear a strap on dildo to fuck Bob's ass, then leave it on get in the doggy style position so that Bob could fuck her ass and stroke her "penis" pretending that she was a he. Bob had always thought of himself as lucky for having found a woman who was receptive to that fantasy. Now he knew that he was very lucky. The two shed their clothing and Roni entered the room. "Hello boys. Enjoying yourselves?" Jeremy rolled off of Pat and said, "Yes, very much. We have already exchanged loads and were just waiting for you." "Good," she replied. "As promised, I have a big surprise for you. Are you ready for it?" They both shook their heads eagerly, but were shocked when Bob walked through the door naked with a major hard on. "OK, both of you get on your knees!" commanded Roni. They did as they were told. Bob walked over to his son who had a puzzled look on his face. "So, I hear you are turning into quite the cocksucker. Why don't you show your dad just how good you are?" Bob grabbed his cock and pointed it right in his son's face. Pat slowly leaned forward, parted his lips, and slipped them over his father's head. "That's it, son. Suck your father's cock. I want to feel the whole thing down your throat. I'm bigger than your friend, so you are really going to have to work for it." Pat began sucking his father's tool. He couldn't believe how large he was and how much he was spreading his mouth. His dad didn't lie, he was larger than Jeremy. He started slow, getting used to the size. As he began getting more comfortable he began picking up the pace. He also began taking more and more of his father's cock down his throat. After a few minutes, Pat had worked all 8 inches into his throat and was pushing, trying to get it down as far as possible. Not to miss out on the fun, Roni stood in front of her son, spread her legs and guided Jeremy's face to her dripping pussy lips. Jeremy dove right in, he had wanted to eat her again all week. He kept stealing glances of Pat deep-throating his father while he sucked on his mother's clit. Almost in unison, Bob and Roni came. Roni covered her son's face in her juices while Bob filled his son's mouth with his seed. For the first time since his wife died, someone other than himself brought him to orgasm. He never would have guessed that it would be his son doing it. Pat pulled away from Bob's now empty cock and opened his mouth to show his father his mouthful of cum before he swallowed it. Jeremy was overtaken with lust. He moved quickly behind Pat and pushed him over so that he was on all fours. Everyone in the room knew what was going to happen now and no one wanted it more than Pat. Jeremy spit onto Pat's brown opening and rubbed the liquid in. He spit there again, and then onto his cock, lubing it up quickly. He placed the head at his friends opening and asked, "You want this inside of you, right?" But he might as well have no asked, because he didn't wait for the answer. He quickly pushed in and Pat felt the slight pain that was quickly becoming familiar. "Oh fuck yes!" Pat screamed his reply, and he reveled in the sensation of once again receiving a dick deep in his ass. He loved it and he loved that his dad was watching him get butt fucked. Jeremy ravaged his ass. Pat knew at this pace that his friend would not last long so he enjoyed the feeling as much as possible. "Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck my ass! Oooh yeah, get it deep, deeper please. I want to really feel your cock inside of me. Come on, fuck me faster! Fuck my ass harder!" Jeremy was pistoning in and out as hard, fast and deep as he could. He felt his friend's asshole pull on his dick with each thrust. Bob couldn't believe the words coming from his son's mouth, but knew that he got this desire from him. He remembered commanding his wife to use the strap on dildo in the same way. Roni moved over to Bob and looked at him saying, "You get him next. I need to get you ready." Roni bent down and took Bob in her mouth, getting his dick nice and wet to slide into his son next. He looked down at Roni on her knees blowing him and then looked up just in time to see Jeremy grab Pat's hips, take one final thrust, and bury his load deep into his ass. "Oh yeah, I can feel you shooting inside of me. It feels so good, your cock is pulsating in my ass, oh I love it! Give it all to me!" Jeremy drained his balls completely and moved out of the way. "Daddy," Pat said, "it's your turn now. Come screw your son's ass." Bob didn't need to be told twice. He replaced Jeremy behind Pat and slipped the head of his dick inside of his son's ass. "Oh yeah," Pat responded. "Oh, do you like that feeling? Do you like the feeling of being entered?" Bob pulled all the way out and entered the head again and received the same welcome response. He did this several times, sliding in, pulling all the way out and then reentering the hole. Finally, after the seventh or eighth time, Bob slid all the way in, burying his cock fully inside his son's tight, but slightly used, hole. "Oh my god! I can feel Jeremy's cum around my cock. Fucking amazing!" "Oh yeah, use it as lube. Fuck me daddy. I want to be fucked good and hard. I don't ever want you to stop fucking me. Your hard cock feels so good! I feel like I am being split in two and I love it!" Pat kept yelling out filthy comments as his father fucked his ass hard. For a good fifteen minutes, Bob plowed into his son's back door and both were enjoying it immensely. Bob couldn't hold out any longer and Pat felt the cock inside of him become rigid. Then, he felt the warmth of his father's cum fill him up, mixing with Jeremy's semen that was still inside. The feeling made Pat blow his load all over the carpet. As Bob's cock shrank, he pulled out of his son's ass. Bob, Roni and Jeremy all watched the cum mixture follow Bob's dick out of Pat's ass and spill down his leg. Bob looked at Roni and said, "Thanking you so much for making me aware of what our son's were up to. What's next?"

Title: A Bargain Made: A House Fallen Ch. 03 Tags: mind control, female-dominant, female-female sex, sorcery, medieval fantasy, lesbian Neral sat in her study to the left of the cracking fire, light reflecting not only in her brown eyes, but from the dagger before her. Usually sheathed to her hip, she let the light dance as she contemplated what to do with it. "If it is him, I can't kill him. I want to. Under other circumstances I could, but not like this." "You have more than enough evidence, my love," Bryana answered, her disdain for the people they were discussing crystal clear. "Evidence that I can't use publicly," she said, fighting the urge to groan in frustration. "Ordinarily I could lay the claim, Lord Vesik would be tried based on my evidence, and could either accept the verdict or challenge me. He would never accept the verdict, so he'd take the challenge, and then I kill him." She said it with the certainty that another would in claiming that the sun would rise in the morning. As Commander of Erette's armed forces who had seen more than her share of battle in her still young life, she could afford that certainty. She stretched her legs as she contemplated her position. She wore a simple gray gown, preferring simple when at home compared to the body armor or formal dress required for the day. The long skirt was slit up the side to afford freedom of movement, and one of her few eccentricities was that boots were a near constant part of her attire. From regulation uniform boots to every other style she possessed, she simply felt more comfortable and secure in them, probably from having spent most of her life trudging about in them. The soft leather of her black ankle boots was a bit of a balm just then. "I cannot go to the queen with what I know because, what do I tell her? It all comes to me from my husband the Healer and his apprentice, but they are not simply healers. They used forbidden magic and manipulated minds so that I can know what I know. Whether or not \*he\* is tried would be the least of my worries." Bryana paced in front of the bookcase on the other side of the room in her white-sleeved burgundy gown. It was simple, but gold trim gave it a touch of class. Her blonde hair moved with her in such a way that it seemed to share her agitation. She stopped, turning toward Neral, crossing her arms, "Let me kill him. No one will be able to trace it to you. No one will be able to trace it at all. He would simply not wake up one morning. It would be more peaceful than the end he plotted for you and the queen." "No." She was incredulous as she approached the table. "How can you say that so quickly and firmly? He was going to use you to kill the queen. He was going to kill you." Her tone softened just slightly, pushing back guilt and shame that came with remembering, "I almost succeeded in making that a reality. You cannot just ask me to sit idle and let what he's done go unanswered. We've already ended people in this." Deres watched them go back and forth, saying nothing until now, marveling over how things had turned and twisted to reach the point where they could live as lovers and squabble like marrieds. And that it had become the three of them together was glorious. His wife had chosen to bond with him irrevocably, and, while Bryana hadn't chosen the changes to her, she was happy and was precisely where she wished to be. "Middlemen," he said smoothly and casually. "Ending them makes such plots more difficult to employ in the short and long run. We didn't kill Prince Kudan and, for many of the same reasons, we shouldn't kill Vesik." "We're not even completely sure he's responsible yet." She set her blade down and ran her fingers through her brown hair, fighting off a wave of mental fatigue. "So Kudan saw Vesik's house mistress pick up a money drop. It certainly suggests that she is involved, but not him." In her heart though, she knew it was likely true. The House of Vesik and the House of Jaye had sparred for generations, and within the last few, Vesik had fallen slightly as Jaye had ascended. Such was likely to continue to be the case with her family's close ties to the royal family. Any one of those reasons was enough to attempt to eliminate the queen and the Jayes in one action. "We'll know soon," Deres told her. She turned to him, marveling at the light in those dark blue eyes and the strength in that body that belied his true skills. "We will?" He nodded. "Things are already in motion on that front. We'll know in a few days. I'll handle it myself." Bryana almost rolled her eyes and Neral smirked knowingly, "You will, will you?" "It has to be done quickly and correctly, so I'll be the one to handle it." "And it has nothing to do with said house mistress being comely in the extreme, of course?" He looked correctly appalled at the idea. "Certainly not, Neral. I am a married man." "And, as we all know, marriage prevents dalliance," she nipped, enjoying the rest from the back and forth up until this point. "You would know," he jabbed back. "That my activities happen at all are things \*you\* made part of me, I will point out." He shrugged, "You and Bryana are happy. I suspect if I called in your other bedpet and asked her, she would be most pleased as well, so...you're welcome?" "I am so," Bryana said, her voice sweetness. Neral looked at her, "I am, too." The sorceress leaned forward, propping herself up on the table with her palms, "Then let us accept as a given that the comely house mistress will likely be cumming, and let's move on." Her tone turned more serious. "If the dear Lord is involved, let me end him." "No," she said again, more firmly, as if speaking to a subordinate, and, in some ways she was. "Others may choose to connect it to me because they heard whispers second or third hand of Vesik's plot. That such would put my family in danger anyway is intolerable enough, but what if someone decided to believe or act on the wrong whisper? One of his allies acts against a family otherwise oblivious to this in his name? Or they simply take advantage of the turmoil to gain position? The result is potentially the same. If there were a clear path of evidence..." "That a man like him would never allow to exist to start with," Deres added. Neral ignored it, but it was true enough. "If there were a clear path of evidence, I could act and the fallout would be limited and such that the queen's skill could control it. I am the protector of the people and I won't risk unleashing Goddess knows what mess by killing him without law and tradition at my back." Deres finally rose from his chair, "Then, if he does have responsibility in this, and he cannot be killed, he has to be ruined. He has to be so publicly shamed that, not only does he lose position, everyone around him will distance themselves from him like rats from a burning house and no one would \*want\* to retaliate in his name." Bryana contemplated his words, "Also, if it's outlandish enough, those close to him that might know or suspect he employed those versed in forbidden magics would be too paralyzed to act even if they wanted to out of fear of...equal reprisal." Neral studied her carefully, noting the wheels turning behind her eyes. "You are still evil." Bryana noted the wide grin on those full lips, "Only in your service, love." Deciding that, if they did not yet have a plan or even the makings of one, they had a goal for said plan, she felt calm enough to put away her blade and the daydreams that went with it. Slipping it into its sheath, her skin tingled knowing his eyes were upon her leg that was now exposed to the thigh. She loved and wanted him; that magic made that true didn't matter. It was a magic she chose and she was glad of it daily. "What are you looking at?" "Just noting that where that long, beautiful leg should stop, there is simply more long, beautiful leg." Neral deliberately draped her skirt over it. "Perhaps you can explore them later." "And later still, amuse us all with a dissertation comparing and contrasting her body with that of the house mistress." Deres's eyes narrowed, "I never should have allowed you to regain speech." Neral rapped her knuckles on the table, "Lady and gentleman, we should focus on what we should do in the event Lord Vesik is as responsible as we believe him to be. I will be perfectly happy to listen to you trade barbs later." She genuinely would be, too. They were words of love and mutual admiration disguised and it gave her joy to listen to and share in the occasional battles of rapid-fire wit. They spent the next two hours on the what and the how depending on what the questioning revealed. It was wicked and it was twisted, but, if successful, it would ruin his position, if not his House, and wouldn't cause any ripple effects beyond at least a decade of whispers at Court. With everything as decided as it could be for the moment, they prepared to leave the study for the late supper that her own house mistress, Tessa, was no doubt making sure was kept warm for them. At the door of the study, Neral wrapped her arms around her husband's waist and looked deeply into the eyes of the man who owned her in every way she wanted to be. "You know you do not need my permission for...whatever with that girl. You have it anyway." "She is a temptation," he admitted, pulling her close to him, "though I have many." "Just make sure she shares what she knows and helps us, and you are free to do as you please, as you always are. Though, to be honest, I would not mind that dissertation at some point." Her fingers went through that close-cropped dark hair, enjoying the almost bristly texture. "Goddess." They paid Bryana no mind as he nodded. "As much detail as you wish. I do...like how you have settled into yourself." "I like what I am. Wasn't that your hope?" "It was. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy it in its own right." She kissed him. "Fair enough." Days later, Neral took some time to enjoy the changes from old self to new. When moved, canceled, and shorter than anticipated meetings left her with a couple of unspoken for hours on a mid-week afternoon, she took the time to meet with her own house mistress. That the meeting was taking place in the general's grand canopy bed was increasingly becoming, while not the norm, less and less unusual. What had started simply as Tessa coming in to report that she'd given Deres the information that Vesik's house mistress would be at the markets that afternoon as he'd asked had evolved quickly. Tessa thought nothing of the request. What she had been able to gather from about the house suggested that she or her master had wronged Neral in serious fashion, so whatever response would happen was called for, as Neral Jaye was not prone to overreaction. Before the spell that bound her to her husband, Neral was often rigid in manner and worldview. That formality was something that was still a part of her and would always be due to upbringing and position, but she could relax now, shedding it all for a time to simply enjoy being. {He made me better.} And wasn't that the purpose of marriage regardless of its inception: to make one another better? Being able to see the beauty in any woman as much as any man was undeniably better as she looked upon the sweet, quiet soul who managed her house and, in many ways, her life while the young woman straddled her. Tessa's flaming red hair fell to her mid-back and was usually as meticulously kept as the rest of her because she knew well that her appearance and bearing invited judgments more on her House of birth and employment, and the latter's Mistress than Tessa herself. It was something she took as seriously as her mother and all her mothers before her almost as far back as she could trace. Neral amused herself simply looking at that mother earth body. Tessa's thighs were meaty, but muscled and the rest of her body was plump in ways that only served to accentuate her femininity and invite fingers and tongue to explore that softness, from the fullness of her ass, to the way a hand could sink ever so slightly into that belly, to the breasts that hung large on her chest with the pale nipples that begged to be sucked and bitten as they had been very recently. The sheets were rumpled and sunlight streamed in through the windows as Neral busied herself with the all important task of looking into those emerald pools and trying to count the freckles that dappled her chest. The tactician in her also was curious to see how long it might take the girl to blush under the scrutiny. The answer was, 'longer than expected,' but it still pleased Neral to see those cheeks redden. "Yes, Mistress?" A hand went down the younger woman's breastbone before squeezing and hefting her right breast, causing a pleased yelp. "You are so beautiful, Tessa." "Thank you, Mistress." She eyed Neral critically and hungrily. "And I have always thought you so. I've always admired that body." She became just a tad wistful as she gazed, "Envied it, really. I watch you spar and I've heard stories of you on the field from those that were there; you bettering five men at once." She leaned in to gently kiss a scar that went across her ribs just under the left breast. "I know that story, and it was only three." Tessa laughed as she rose from planting kisses, "You say that as though you expect it to diminish your skill." "Only correcting the record. But don't discount your own body. It's capable of more than you think. I would be happy to teach you, if you wish." Her eyes lit. "Really?" Neral nodded. "You might need a skill or two. I see how the men follow you around the markets." "And speak to me for half an hour before they look up and realize that my voice doesn't just come from the air around them." They shared a laugh as Tessa placed Neral's hands on her own hips and ran her hands up and down her forearms lovingly, "I accept that they will be necessary to continue my line properly...but you do know that...men have never been my first preference, don't you?" "I do." "I have always been discreet in that. I would never bring shame on my House or yours by flaunting such in front of those that might care." Neral rose and wrapped her arms around the plush redhead, letting her hands caress her back, "Let the fact that we've never once had the need to discuss it be my response to that." Tessa kissed Neral's temple and down her cheek as they embraced. "I only mean, ultimately, that I have always been...available to you and am happy that you're now choosing to take advantage of that." "My loss until now," Neral admitted. "Know that I am also available to your husband and your other. I don't fear the guild mage." Their play stopped for a moment. Neral could not quite hide her surprise and Tessa enjoyed that even as she feared displeasing her, explaining, "Healers don't wear guild marks and runes on their skin." "For allegedly secret guilds, it seems that everyone knows about them but me." "Don't feel badly. Nobility only seems to see what at it's level. For the poor and working poor that can't afford what you can and still need, they seek out other means. I know of them. I'd never deal with them. They can be unpredictable and, for me to deal with them would invite punishment for myself and perhaps for you. I would risk neither. There is also the truth that you have seen and understood more of the lives of those beneath you than most of Court. It's another reason I admire you." "Pragmatism, Tessa." When she looked at Neral in wonder, the general continued. "It's always seemed prudent to acknowledge and respect those who make make your house and, in more ways than one, make your House run. That they know where you sleep and prepare your food is no small matter either." She smiled. "You are respected as well." "That pleases me." She wanted to go back to something that piqued her curiosity, "You don't fear the mage?" She shook her head. "She is here because you wish it and I know you, you would not endanger us. Aside from that, she lives as your protector. It's in her eyes and the way she walks, even here in the safety of your home." Neral searched those eyes. There had never been deceit or manipulation in them even once. She would take secrets to her grave if need be. "I will tell you the whole story one day." "You will tell me when and if you decide it becomes my concern. Until then, all I see tells me it does not need to be. A concern I \*should\* like to discuss?" Neral began to kiss across her pale shoulder, "Yes?" "Now that you have a husband and...one day down the road I should like to carry forward my line and would prefer to forgo courtship and marriage to a male...?" Ties between Houses were complex, and, usually generational things. One family begins work in a high position within nobility, trust is built, and then, for nobility, that House becomes first choice for other positions and ties deepen. Indeed, Tessa's mother still proudly served Neral's. Lines blurred with time passed and affection built. Perhaps the first instances were a barren Mistress wanting a child or one with a wandering husband who simply didn't care so long as he strayed with one so trusted. Children that came from such mixing were generally favored and got opportunities from the more powerful House that would likely not appear otherwise. At any rate, Neral understood so completely that she didn't bother to stop her petting. She had in fact expected it whenever it happened that she did finally wed. "When that time comes, whenever it does, we would be happy to assist." Tessa squeezed the iron-firm thigh within her reach, shivering at the fact that it gave so little as she noted and enjoyed the word choice. "We?" "I care for and respect you. It would," she groped for the proper word even as she groped those full, alabaster breasts, "wound me to know you were suffering alone with the gender not your preference, necessary as he may be." Lust crept into her voice, "I believe I can make it easier for you." "A man is not exactly torture." She gasped when she felt and saw Neral obscenely try to put as much of one breast as possible in her mouth while pawing the other, "But I would like that very much, Mistress." Neral stopped what she was doing to purr, "Considering all the things we have done up to now, and all we probably will do, when we are like this: alone and intimate, you can certainly call me Neral." "Perhaps I prefer to call you Mistress." A coquettish smile came with the words. Neral's brows lifted. "Is that so?" She nodded. "Next to you as a thousand men and women wait for your command? It makes my toes curl." Neral kissed her. "Just when I think I know you, you surprise me. Well, dear. Let's see if we can't make those toes curl now." To Be Continued...

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, blueberry inflation Text: "If we do this, you're sure you can fix it, right?" Violet bit the corner of her lower lip, partly in anticipation and partly in apprehension. This was, of course, entirely her idea. But that didn't mean she was willing to charge forward no questions asked. "Yes, I've double checked everything just to make sure," replied Charlie. "It's as safe as anything else you've done before. I wouldn't let you do it otherwise." It had been years since Violet first toured the Chocolate Factory. In the aftermath, her ordeal of turning into a human blueberry had haunted her for the longest time. But as she grew older, she unintentionally found herself fixated increasingly on the event. Her mind kept going back to it, to the Three-Course gum, and to the inexorable inflating (there was no better word for it) caused by the final course. Eventually her anxiety turned to obsession which turned in turn grew into a secret desire. Finally, she broke down and contacted Charlie, who now ran the entire works, and sheepishly asked if she could do it again. That had been a few years back; he agreed, and Violet had been to the Factory a few times in the interim, chewing the experimental gum willingly, knowing the outcome yet still frightened by it. Intellectually she was aware of what was going to happen, but emotionally each time it was akin to riding a roller coaster. 'Riding a roller coaster,' Violet mused, 'that's exactly what it was like, only multiplied ten-fold.' All of the fear and excitement, but no real danger. Violet found herself hooked on the adrenalin rush. Previously she tried roller coasters, real ones; she tried sky diving; she even tried bungee jumping off of bridges. But they weren't the same. They were all over...too quickly, leaving her empty and depleted. Inevitably she came back to the original incident, so she pursued the only course of action available to her and reached out to Charlie. Each time she blew up into a blueberry, she got the adrenalin rush she needed. It carried her for a while, until she could no longer deny the yearning to go again. This time, however, she had something new she wanted to try. She outlined her plan to Charlie who agreed, albeit begrudgingly. And now here she was back in the Factory, late at night and away from prying eyes. "Okay...go!" yelled Violet, staring intently at the giant white television camera from her spot on the platform. There was a flash of light and then...nothing. In her non-existence, Charlie rushed over from the controls to the modified Wonkavision receiver and fiddled with some dials. Whereas Mike ended up about four inches tall, this specific receiver was larger, so the end result was bigger. From darkness, Violet experienced herself being pulled back into reality, like slowly waking up from a deep slumber. Coherent again, she looked down at herself, completely normal save for the fact she was about twelve inches tall. "Holy cow!" exclaimed Violet, "That was totally trippy! I feel like a Barbie doll!" She thrust her hip out and posed momentarily for good measure. Satisfied, Violet hopped down onto the tabletop and tried on her new size for good measure. "I can see why Mike wanted to do it again...that was so weird." After a minute or two of wandering about and chattering on aimlessly about her scaled-down perspective, Violet settled into her new size and was ready to proceed. She sauntered over to a length of string, although to her it was akin to a piece of rope. She picked up one end and tied it firmly around her ankle, tugging at it once or twice to make sure it was secure. She reached into the pocket of her blue one-piece jumper, pulling out a sizable flask along with a piece of the Three-Course gum she so desperately craved. Violet adjusted the wide red belt set on her waist, seemingly to straighten it. In reality she was attempting to calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach (the belt was merely a prop anyway, as a throwback to her first brush with becoming a blueberry). Violet's consciousness was dizzy with possibilities, nervously anxious to what lay ahead. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. "Well, here goes nothing," Violet declared with false bravado to no one in particular. She placed the experimental gum in her mouth, chewing deliberately. Violet savored the rich taste of tomato soup, her exhilaration germinating as the lingering flavor faded to be replaced by roast beef and baked potato; her hand unconsciously glided lightly over the surface of her abdomen, determined to perceive any changes as they occurred. The act of blowing up was the act of losing all control, surrendering it. It was more the polar opposite of an act however, because all the recipient had to do was nothing...immobilized first by fear and disbelief, then by their own expanding frame. While Violet's mind raced, her body remained firmly still except for her rhythmic chewing. As the main course waned, Violet stirred from her uncharacteristically silent aspect and quickly popped open the flask; the stopper unhinged with the sound of a gunshot, making her jump slightly. Her nerves had been progressively on edge, ever since she hopped up on the Wonkavision platform. The feeling became more intense each passing moment. Violet took a swig from the flask then paused briefly. She decided for more and tilted the flask back again, chugging this time. The Fizzy Lifting Drink churned and bubbled, imparting a steadily growing bloated sentiment on top of her ample 'meal' thus far. Violet swiftly stoppered the flask again and set it down. "Here it comes!" Violet announced. As the sweet zest of blueberries, flakey crust and rich cream saturated her taste buds, Violet's heart pounded harder. Momentarily overwhelmed, she stifled a quiet moan. Unwittingly Violet swallowed bite after bite of the blueberry pie and cream. The seemingly endless dessert vied for her attention as the Fizzy Lifting Drink went to work. As she saw the deepening blue hue creep across her exposed skin, Violet realized she timed it out almost perfectly. "I should've had a mirror set up, so I can watch myself," Violet speculated to no one, her voice suddenly trailing off. "Oh...oh...it's starting to happen!" Violet's eyes widened as she looked down at her belly. Her blue one-piece had specially-designed pleats and seams; it would conform to her curves but, as Violet filled out, her outfit would fill out as well to accommodate. Violet's midsection incrementally surged in girth, her belt going from slack to snug to tight in nothing flat. Even as Violet's waistline flourished, she could feel herself become lighter, a byproduct of the Fizzy Lifting Drink. "I feel funny," Violet quipped aloud, oblivious and lost in a multitude of clashing perceptions. Overstrained, her belt burst off with a resounding 'crack!' and her midriff billowed outward at an alarming rate. Simultaneously her still-swelling form lifted and gently rose upward off of the tabletop, buoyed by the Fizzy Lifting Drink. As she drifted lazily higher, Violet swelled rounder and fuller with each passing second. Violet could feel herself inflating, blowing up like a blueberry. Her impending sense of helplessness and the burgeoning tightness within her were inexplicably offset by a spreading impression of airy lightness. Gentle breezes caressed her skin and casually bounced her around. She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to take it all in. As the string reached its limit, the sudden jar causing Violet's eyes to open. Looking down, all she could see was a massive blue hemisphere curving out below her...she was completely spherical save her head, hands and feet. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, 'fruitlessly' she thought in what she considered a witty pun, making her smirk. With no purchase she found moving her feet only bobbed her around to a greater extent. Violet flapped her hands, also useless, then bent her fingers, as best she could, against her distended shape. At least she could enjoy the tactile sensation under her fingertips, the skin tight and smooth, fabric stretched to its limits. Ever nerve-ending tingled with expectancy until Violet felt as if she was going to explode. "We did it!" Violet proclaimed, "I'm a balloon! I'm actually a big, round, full, blue balloon! String and all!" And she did look like a toy balloon tied up there, one that anyone could buy at any fair or carnival. Violet inwardly shuddered in prolonged excitement, unable to move, bending to the whim of whatever random eddies and currents happened upon her overly enlarged form. "So," Charlie spoke finally, "what now?" Violet looked mischievously over at her stunned roommates, Amber in a same-styled yellow jumper, Chloe in green. They both shuffled nervously at what they had just witnessed for the first time, but were still deeply intrigued nonetheless. Curiosity, as it were, had no bounds, and Violet had definitely piqued their interest. "Well," said Violet daringly, eyeing them both, "whose next?"

Title: First Taste by Rechan Tags: M/F, Masturbation, Mouse, Raccoon, Short, Voyeurism, Weasel Everyone has a secret desire, our weakness, something dirty and shameful that we hide from the world. An addiction. For me it was sex. It started out small enough. Well... eight inches is small, right? Size is relative, and all that, but it does matter, and... Getting ahead of myself. Eight inches of black latex, almost as thick as my wrist, with a motor inside that'd make your teeth chatter when set on "Richter scale". It was a Carisbrooke model BR453, "Rocket". To me, it was Bruce. Oh the batteries we went through... Back in high school, I knew other girls were having sex, and I wanted to too, but the boys wouldn't even look at me. I didn't blame them. A pipsqueak of a mouse, barely any curves to speak of, dressed like a school marm or a nun-to-be, soda bottle glasses, straight As, one of three Valedictorians... I was invisible at best. I ached for all the things a girl does; love, affection, companionship, and a rock hard dick sating my needs. But I couldn't have it, so I settled for focusing on school work and picked up Bruce. I love the internet. Maybe I focused on school a little too hard. Putting all that frustrated energy and all my loneliness into my studies meant suffering in the friends department. Being an only child with cousins who lived out of state, it meant I grew up surrounded by adults; it's why I relate to teachers much more than my peers. Since I wasn't predisposed to be a social butterfly, there was no incentive to try and no successes, aside from the tiny ring of invisibles and castaways that clung together like survivors on ship debris. But all that achievement scored me enough scholarships to have pick of the litter for schools, which tore me away from the circle of confidants I was so interwoven with. I always told myself that as soon as I reached a higher level of education, the kids would be different, would appreciate my intelligence and my character and not the fact I looked like I was born to be a librarian. Sadly, middle school proved to be the hormone breeding pit and the real beginning of social stratification, high school amounted to a micro-cultural battle ground, and college became a shadow of high school with harder classes. Old habits die hard; I stayed in the same rut. Hard work, avoiding any semblance of a social life, and watching everyone have fun outside my bubble of isolation. Except this time, two things were different. First, I discovered online sex. Sure, porn was interesting for ideas of fantasies, but the interactive nature of the internet really opened up to me; I got to roleplay actual hot sex and explore fantasies, and it hit me like a sledge hammer. Since freshman classes were lightweight, I spent a lot of free time on the computer, and upgraded to a new toy (named Duke). The second exception was the fact I had a roommate. Back home I had my own room and parents who gave space, but now the issue of privacy reared its ugly head. To say the least, there many a long night I wish I could have had Bruce or Duke, especially with the online stuff really taking off. So, mentally I was exhilarated and filled with pleasure and desire and all these new ideas, but now I was really, really getting sexually frustrated. Finally, near the end of the semester, I just said fuck it, grabbed one of my Boys and started blowing off some steam in a bathroom stall. After spending the summer back home with more quality time between me, my toys and my computer, I came back to college to a new roommate. Carmelita was the opposite of me; athletic, curvy, energetic, and above all, a party girl. A built jaguar on the volleyball team and in a sorority, she considered herself an expert on dating, fashion, and men. Her brand of "encouragement" also reinforced my dismal opinion of my appearance, such as dropping a half-full box of pizza on my homework and declaring, "You have to eat something to get some curves, chica." Another one of her charming qualities was the belief that spending my weekends in front of a screen was a grave sin. I should be "experiencing the grand opportunity of college". Initially I loved the privacy when she went out, but after the first few weeks, it became a week-long battle to be left behind. She wanted to drag me out to "have fun". Eventually, I caved. Naturally, she took me to the worst place possible for a girl with issues of body image who believes boys can't see her: a frat party. Scratch that, a kegger. Carmelita was under the impression that as soon as I dived in head first I'd take to it like an otter to water. Yeah, right. Proving her wrong was no victory I took pride in, and it didn't stop her from hassling me the next weekend either. But something did come of it. Almost as soon as we walked through the door, Carmelita waded into the throng of people like she belonged. Oh sure, she introduced me to a few of her "sisters" and a boy or two, but the former were too chatty with each other for me to really feel at ease with the conversation, and the latter paid too much attention to my roommate's chest. After that, it felt like we were at some sporting event - my roommate on the court, doing her thing like she was born to do it and me on the side lines silently cheering her on at first, before soon losing interest. To say the party initially was a drag is an understatement. I played the part of the wallflower for about thirty minutes, tried to take the initiative by diving into a conversation or two and ending up failing with flying colors, and stumbled over myself to avoid a few pledges who looked drunk enough to puke on my at a moment's notice. Eventually I spotted a freshman who looked like she was in the same situation as me. Angelique, I think. We huddled together and talked, and for a while I felt good. That's when things started to really pick up. I'd been drinking. It was my first time, and in addition to seeing what all the fuss was about, my plan was that after a few beers I'd loosen up. Despite the stuff tasting awful, I downed two or three cups, and after talking with Angelique so long, nature was ringing pretty loud. Seems nature was having a conference call; both the downstairs and upstairs hall bathroom was occupied. The one in the master bedroom of the frat house was thankfully empty. Once finished, I glanced into the mirror. Carmelita had attempted miracles to give me a makeover, but one is limited by the resources at paw; those thick glasses perched on my sandy gold muzzle, and I still only capped five foot one. Rather than in its braid, my black hair bounced in curls. A snug t-shirt I didn't wear too often, which did nothing to hide my scrawny shoulders, had been carved to complement what little chest I had. Below that hung a skirt I'd been willing to part with, left to the jaguar's artful tearing to show off some thin legs. The big hoop earrings my roommate had lent looked goofy in my ears; they just hung there like coasters. Dress heels ended the little outfit that couldn't. Staring hard at my reflection, I took a second to step back from my glowering self-pity. I didn't look bad. Not able to compete with the half-dressed bunnies and foxes downstairs, but all right. Maybe it was just my disposition; there I was hiding in the corner and too afraid of that look on someone's face when I fumble, can't think of anything to talk to them about, and stutter to silence. Other people, especially in crowds, were scary. That sounded pretty insightful. Or it could be the beer talking. My thoughts were shattered by a slamming door. In the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom, I could pick up hushed whispers and rustling. Staying as quiet as... well, a mouse, I listened. More of the same, with the occasional wet smack. Cradling the doorknob, I eased it in a turn, and slid the door open a crack. A couple was sexually mauling one another. From the way they were standing, I could only see him from behind. He stood tall, lean and really slinky, some weasel or mink, and his dark hair hung up in some Asian topknot. Gripping the back of his head clutched a dark paw, and the sound of wet kissing was everywhere, while the other groped up and down his back, and I could hear nails sliding against the nylon of his tight top. Said partner didn't let his shirt stay on long, peeling the mustelid's top off and baring a long expanse of dark, honey fur. Those pants didn't last long either, and I had a good eye full of the taut legs and an ass so tight and bitable contained in a pair of silky little boxers. Even if he had picked her over me, it would have been too rude to walk out of the bathroom and get the hell out of there; disrupting their moment could have ended the guy's chances. Shutting the door and just waiting in there would have been a no go, because just listening to them fuck would have driven me crazy. So I watched. Dropping a hand to my breast, I began to squeeze. It was dirty to be getting off intruding on their moment, but the weasel was kicking up some fierce, spicy musk, and the alcohol had coursed through my little body, and he looked so good. Behind his partner swayed a banded tail, dark and chestnut brown, something I assumed belonged to a raccoon. When his head ducked down, grabbing one of her tits to suck on, the hunch was confirmed. I recognized her; the girl that sat a row or two in my Comprehensive Writing course, a little brunette with a full figure named Lilly. I could see the black nipple of the large breast his paw was mauling, and the way her eyes crinkled shut, with flared nostrils and whiskers twitching, how she hissed into his ear, I knew he was sucking good and rough on the other. Teeth settled over his ear as she stuffed a paw into the back of his boxers. That got his attention. It got mine too. Watching with bated breath I stared at the pair, palm kneading over my breast. As the weasel worked her nipple around, tugging on it roughly, I did the same to my own. Beneath the trimmed t-shirt, I rolled the hard nub around. The other paw sneaked downwards, palm grinding across the inside of a thigh, before I squeezed both of them around my hand. It must have been the booze taking away my inhibitions. Down went the mustelid's boxers, peeled off that peach of an ass. It was taut with lean muscle, melting into equally toned, powerful thighs, juicy enough to make you want to sink your teeth into it. Lilly's fingers dug into the curvature, making the furred flesh dent. That lit a match to her boy's fuse - he shoved her backwards onto the bed. From there, he practically tore her jeans off, and yanked a little red thong up off her ankles. Apparently he liked those legs up in the air - paws wrapped around her ankles and leaned forward, bending her in half. It occurred to me that I was still watching them. Sure, you'd think that'd be obvious, but if I could see them, they could see me - Lily at least - so I wisely repositioned myself. Easing down onto my knees, I lay down and scooted around until my head rested next to the door's crack, peering out at them. Dropping a hand to pull my skirt up, I traced myself through the common cotton of my panties. I know the details of my feminine geography like the back of my hand, but it doesn't stop one from prolonging the tease, caressing every sensitive spot. With the shifted angle, I had a perfect, unobstructed and safe view of the action. His pink-white shaft, long and thin, moved up into position above her flush, black mound. Crotches met with a wicked, wet slap, and they were off, fucking with such tenacity that I could feel it from ten feet away. Musk, rich and twanged with both genders, flooded the room. Juice-slicked flesh smacking together and joined with the grunts, hisses, and moans, made a sexual symphony that had me drunker than the cheap tap downstairs. I dragged the bothersome panel of my panties aside, giving room to work over now sopping folds. The courting of thumb and clit hood lasted far too long, but being sensitive, it required careful affection. The rest did not. Without further a due, two fingers eagerly filled me, quickly stirring in a hungry circle, and from there my digits spread, stroking all around with the swirl of my wrist. If there's one thing to say about those living slinkies that are mustelids, it's that they can fuck. Lilly's boy pressed her ankles as high as he was going to get them, and bade her hold them, while his hands went... somewhere I couldn't see, but I assume solid enough to brace. Because suddenly he was doing pushups, shoving his shoulders back. That force traveled right down his spine, muscles rippling in its wake, and with the ferocity of his thighs pumps, he was driving the headboard into the wall at a demanding rate. The rhythm matched the dull thump of the boy's nuts across one of Lilly's broad ass cheeks. Above him, the mustelid's tail wafted like some streamer caught in the wind, graceful tremors telegraphing his every motion. Compared to the racket they were making, I was silent. Not too great a challenge; I had spent a few nights my first year rubbing myself to delirium while my roommate slept, none the wiser. While my heart beat against my ribs like a coked out drummer, slow, even breaths came out of me. It became something to concentrate on while fingers fluttered about inside of me, then got down to business, pumping away hard enough to grate knuckles over the heat-flushed skin of my mons. Skin whisked across the linoleum as my tail undulated with every finger's shuffle. Technique, not just enthusiasm, was part of the beau's repertoire. Winding fingers around Lilly's ankles, he spread her legs lewdly wide, to the point she hissed in discomfort. From there, the mustelids dipped his hips downwards and began to bounce her on his lap. Apparently the shift in angle did something for her, because it reduced the 'coon to desperate squeals. Suddenly her tail beat against the bed and an urgent, keening chitter erupted. I swear I could see the fluids bubbling out of her. One of the male's paws darted downwards, grinding his heel vigorously over the top of her dark quim. Staring but barely seeing, I gritted my teeth at the feel the tension building. Close, so close. Tilting my hip some, I raised my upper leg and planted a foot on the floor, spreading thighs and really giving me room to work. Being as experienced as I was with myself, it didn't take long to strum all the right keys. With a little work from my wrist, I found it: that sweet spot. The pressure applied to it curled my toes and put boiling tension on the interior, and was more intense than a root canal. Despite the sensation, I needed more; with a swivel of my hand, I quickly started assailing the pearl of my clit. It became just a matter of pressing down and whisking back and forth, rubbing feverishly in between pinching into me further down. I lost track of the couple in front of me. Sure, I was staring at the meeting of flesh, imaging that was me being drilled so well by him rather than by myself, but other than that I had no clue what was going on. Pressing and rubbing fingers back and forth, working... Working... The pressure was too much. Finally I turned my head, stuffed my nose into the crook of the other arm, bit down, and let out a great, muffled moan. All I could see was stars. Having my fingers saturated beneath the flow of fluids, clutched and milked by the quake of my muscles was merely secondary to the full body roil inside of me like some internal fire works show. Lying on the floor, riding the ebbing crest of ecstasy, I worked to keep on going. With a bit of elbow grease and some strumming, the lowest part of one climax can become the beginning of another. There's no telling how long I stayed there, just toying away, an endless loop of semi-coherent surges of endorphins and fluids. Lilly said, "...was great, but I need to clean up first." That cut through my euphoria like wrecking ball. I sat up as quick as I could, sucking in a sudden breath. Oh shit. I practically jumped to my feet - bad idea, as my heels didn't want to find purchase on the fuzzy bathmat (what college guy has a bath mat!?) and my legs were still oh so wobbly from moments before. With a stroke of panic-stricken creativity, I stepped out of my heels, into the tub, and then huddled in the back behind the shower curtain, silently praying that Lilly wouldn't notice me. What if they caught me? Everyone at the party would know. It'd be a laughing stock, or labeled a pervert, or a slut. Would people talk to me then? What would Carmelita say? Several long, tense moments went by as Lilly washed up in the sink, cleaned her self off, and used the commode. She looked at herself in the mirror, primped and a million other things while I was busy turning blue from holding my breath. Finally, she left, and I sagged, opened my eyes, and relaxed. Then her beau came in. He noticed my heels long enough to kick them aside on his way to the toilet. Apparently he cared less about his hygiene, and once finished, walked back out to continue locking lips with Lilly. After about ten minutes of post-coital play, the two got dressed enough to stumble down stairs for another beer. I made a run for it. I didn't care about washing up, getting the stink of sex off of me, just made a bee line for the door and out into the night. The whole walk home I thought about it, and the more I walked the hotter I got, the more my thighs rubbed together with each step. The thrill, the excitement, the sheer ... wickedness. When I got home, I attacked myself with a vibrator. Then I enjoyed a well deserved shower. When Carmelita came stumbling in about two hours later, we talked. I told her about the evening up until the fated bathroom peepshow. It was hard to talk down about the party when I was still riding the high, but I managed. She dismissed my dour opinion of it all by assuring me that I was just too shy to enjoy myself, and that I'd get over it once I get out there more. Lying in bed, pretending I could simply ignore it all and go to sleep after that, I couldn't help but reflect upon what I'd done, seen. So hot, so lewd, and they had no clue I was there. It was dirty and I felt guilty, yet just thinking about watching the pair sent a ruddy glow to my ears, made me warm elsewhere. After half an hour of reflection, I tried to distract myself with some headphones and soothing music, assuring myself that it was a rare occurrence, and I wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing again. But it would only get worse.

The whole neighborhood heard it when Iris woke up in the morning. It served as their alarm clock, of sorts, given that the chameleon got up from bed at seven o’clock sharp on the regular, ready to start her day in the most energetic way possible. For everyone else living on the same street as her, it was their one warning to get everything done within the hour if they wanted to go anywhere at all, since the moment Iris walked out onto the streets, there wouldn’t be a single thing that could save any onlooker from the immediate effects of being in her presence. Maybe, if some were lucky, they’d be able to get to their jobs that day; not that it really mattered if they failed to do so, as their employers were more than understanding of their unique housing arrangement. After all, living next to a physical goddess wasn’t something that most people were ready to endure, especially given the lack of any protective measures that could feasibly be put into place; no, those who made their residence in that neighborhood simply had to learn to wrap their schedule around Iris’, assuming they didn’t just want an excuse to be in the street next to her, that is. Plenty of them had taken full advantage of the situation, having realized that if they weren’t going to be reprimanded for falling prey to the chameleon’s aura of dominance, then they might as well throw themselves into it with abandon, creating what Iris considered to be the hard nucleus of her group of worshippers, ones who, regardless of their reasons for doing so, always turned up at the same time, right outside her door, ready to start heaping praise upon the very ground she walked on. For Iris herself, however, this was entirely secondary to just about everything else she had going with her life; twisting the minds of onlookers through pure perfection alone so that they could think of nothing other than adoring her at every waking moment of every waking day was, if nothing else, expected at that point. Long gone were the days when the chameleon was surprised, or, heavens above forbid, even slightly embarrassed by people following her around throwing whatever compliment they could cook up at her; years down the line, having fully accepted her own divinity, the musclebound goddess had learned to take things in stride and let them resolve themselves, as they usually did: she’d go about her day, people would follow her while loudly proclaiming her to be the apex of perfection, and when she closed the front door to her home behind her, all those little supplicants would go back to their own domiciles and dream of another day to come. They didn’t dare get in front of her, nor even inch remotely close to her; Iris was, ultimately, a goddess, and as such deserved to be left physically untouched unless otherwise requested. Granted, it was slightly cramped at times, but she couldn’t exactly complain, given what was causing all the blockage; besides, it gave her an opportunity to lift things, if only to immediately put them back down, which then led to further muscle development, and therefore an even more perfect physical form to show off to everyone around. She’d been stuck in that cycle for a while, so long in fact that Iris could scarcely remember a time when she wasn’t the extremely hyper-endowed giantess that she saw in the mirror every day. The chameleon knew, intellectually speaking, that her past did happen; despite the fact that her new divine status effectively imprinted her onto the fabric of spacetime to the point where she had always existed, this truth coexisted with the simple fact that, sometime in the past, she was just a small, unassuming lizard whose biggest goal in life was being able to bench press her own weight. How exactly she went from there to what she was nowadays was anyone’s guess, because Iris certainly didn’t remember, and didn’t care to remember either; why spend any amount of time dwelling on a useless past when she had such a bright future ahead of her, every single day waking up slightly bigger than before? The chameleon had stopped counting a while back, mostly because she was spending a small fortune on markers for no real reason, and instead invested in a mirror with a built-in scale; this lasted for an almost astounding two weeks before it became obsolete, at which point Iris had to start making calculations based on relative sizes of different parts of her body… which, given the musculature on display, made it slightly harder than it would be for most people, not to mention how her house just seemed to expand the more she grew, keeping everything nice and proportional so she’d never feel too claustrophobic inside of her living space. All of it without actually changing the building’s external dimensions, of course; it just so happened that wherever Iris happened to be just naturally inflated outwards in order to hold the chameleon there without any damage to her environs, even if it meant others around her suddenly had to walk a lot longer between aisles in the grocery store. After all, by her latest measurements, the chameleon figured she had broken the thirty foot line in terms of sheer weight, with her width and other measurements being… a bit more complicated. She wasn’t built like most people, in that while she was big, her individual proportions were only as large as she figured they should be, which itself depended massively on whether or not she was actually paying attention to any specific part of herself, or merely being, at which point her form would take on a more “default” set of sizes. This latter one, the one that most folk saw whenever Iris left to get her shopping done or carry out any tasks that needed to be done in the front yard, was still wildly excessive compared to what anyone else could achieve; her biceps alone were bigger than most cars, and that was without her flexing to make them bulge out even harder, while her legs were about as thick as centennial oak trunks. This was to say nothing of her colossal chest and the set of pecs she had on full display, nor the pair of tits complementing them perfectly as they took up most of the space in front of her, smushing onto the ground for several feet outwards and sideways from her torso. Hidden away beneath it all, of course, was her most prized possession, but that didn’t come out until it was strictly necessary; very few people were truly prepared to witness a shaft of that size, making her feel responsible for any exposure to it, and the least amount of it the better! Still, her body in general was enough to make anyone who saw it completely lose their mind, and quite literally so; a single glance and they would be fully subverted by it, transformed into a mindless supplicant whose sole purpose in life was to worship the chameleon goddess who walked among them… but that day, Iris had better things to do, because just as she opened her fridge to peer into the vast warehouse inside, she noticed it was mostly empty, requiring an emergency trip to the local superstore in order to fill up for the next week or so. Thus, after the customary seven or so courses where every ounce of mass she consumed was duly converted into yet more muscle for her to sculpt her body with, Iris set off; that she was entirely nude was no issue, seeing as she’d given up even trying to find any clothes that fit years prior. If there were any out there, they wouldn’t be able to survive for more than a day or so, given that her body was constantly improving itself; even when she wasn’t paying attention, Iris’ form had reached a point where it merely existing was enough of a strain on itself that it was left with two options: collapse into itself… or continuously grow stronger in order to withstand its own demands, which naturally led to it becoming bulkier, thus needing it to develop further muscle mass, and before she knew it, Iris was stuck in the most delectable of vicious cycles. Her height was the only aspect of herself that seemed to go unaffected by this, apparently content in remaining around where it had stabilized some time prior; everything else though? She’d take a step outside, cracking the cement pavement as she did so, and feel her legs develop an extra few pounds of mass; she’d lift something, anything really, no matter how innocuous, and have to stifle a moan from being able to tell just how much heavier her biceps had become, or her back had widened, or hell, even her abs had hardened further thanks to her having to bend down to pick that something up. Everything made her bigger, as it should be, and it had reached a point where even Iris didn’t know whether it was because of some external reason, whether it was because the universe itself had always worked that way and she just stumbled onto the correct sequence of actions performed in order to unlock this potential… or if she was the one causing the changes by wanting, nay, expecting them to happen. The latter option held more merit than it might initially appear; she was, after all, a literal goddess (even if only self-proclaimed, which given her divine nature, hardly meant anything), and it wasn’t the first time that she found herself standing around, doing absolutely nothing, only for her body to expand further whenever the thought crossed her mind. In fact, as she got ready to open the front door to her home to go get her grocery run done, Iris stopped to look at whatever parts of herself she could actually see; though her head was still perched atop a neck strong enough to bend steel around, her form was so wide and bulky that some bits just weren’t visible from where her eyes were. So she closed them, focusing instead on her kinesthetic sense in order to identify where she was, where her everything was, down to the last individual tendon. She figured it was about time she tried something out a bit more deliberately, and as a result, willed her biceps to grow even more, with the chameleon doing her best to keep her muscles as limp as possible, eliminating the possibility that any growth could’ve come from her straining herself; instead, she merely stood there, commanding her body to grow… and so it did. Iris had maybe a couple of seconds before she both heard and felt herself slamming into opposite sides of the hallway when her biceps, by that point having bulged out to become about as big as the rest of her combined, finalized their first growth spurt. It took slightly more than it should for Iris to realize that she hadn’t told her body when to stop, and as a result, she only managed to halt the explosive expansion when those two particular parts of her had become so massively oversized that even she was having trouble carrying them. That is, until the reality of the situation hit her, and Iris came to understand what had just happened: she had commanded herself to grow, and she did. Therefore, if she did so again, that time with a focus on recovering proportionality, then-yes, yes, that was exactly what she needed! Barely a blink, and again her house rumbled as the spatial distortions almost failed to keep up with demand, her body surging in every direction in order to get back in line with those oversized biceps of hers, leaving her so tremendously gargantuan that, for once, her head was close to sinking into her own neckbulk; though her height hadn’t gone along with it, keeping her as tall as she was, that hardly seemed to matter when she suddenly become so much wider without even breaking a sweat! Sadly, it would appear that things were simply not meant to be, because of course she couldn’t have her fun without someone trying to remind her that she wasn’t supposed to be letting that side of her out; she could feel them, already tugging at the back of her head and demanding that she grant them an audience, and in that moment Iris remembered why exactly she didn’t just unleash herself on a regular basis. Seeing as groceries were going to have to wait, the chameleon turned around, and in doing so, found herself not staring back at her own home, but rather on one side of a large wooden table within an immense, lavishly decorated meeting room. There was a large panoramic window giving her a perfect view of the “outside”, which was either a projection of Earth spinning through space, or the actual planet as seen from orbit; it was always hard to tell with that place, seeing as it constantly shifted whenever either her or its other occupant bothered to pay attention. For she wasn’t alone in there, and quite unfortunately so: her coworker was already waiting there, dressed up in a fashionable tuxedo and looking like he was ready to attend some kind of high-class gala, contrasting perfectly with Iris’ nude form. The giant wolf on the other side of the table was, for better or worse, the person she’d been assigned with for the custodianship of the planet, the one other being who had successfully reached divinity through their own actions; unfortunately for the poor pup, he’d done so via flagrant abuse of physics and the distortion of spacetime itself, rather than through a self-sustaining power loop like Iris. While he was still leagues above the little mortals down below, capable of warping reality to the point where it simply ceased being, he could never quite compare to Iris herself, whose mere presence was often enough to make the man quiver; the fact of the matter was that her own divinity was, in many respects, far superior to his, being based less on disobeying existing Law, and more on subverting it to fit her own purposes. A thin line, but a line regardless, and one that separated the rank amateurs from those who would attain true perfection. Perhaps this is why the canid was so insistent on calling her up whenever he felt a disturbance, so he could feel more important about himself when he scolded her on “proper procedure” or what “the rules” were; he seemed to enjoy doing so with a kind of energy and excitement that bordered on the downright adorable, as if him reciting the literal rule book at her actually mattered, as if any of the things written down on it were, in any way, capable of affecting her or holding her back. She was the undisputed goddess of that world, as much as the wolf liked to think otherwise, and thus, Law was whatever she determined it to be… or rather, Law was whatever she felt like it should be at any given point of the day, whenever she bothered to remember that most people liked having a universe that made some coherent sense. Most of the time, the chameleon was content in just enjoying herself, which was probably why her god-consort had decided to ruin her day by calling an emergency meeting. “I see you’re breaking conservation of mass again,” the wolf began, stifling a sigh in the most delightfully theatrical manner possible, “I thought I warned you about this last time, you can’t just magic up more muscle mass because you’re feeling horny.” “Why not?” Iris retorted, leaning forward onto the table and letting her bust spill over its surface… while it lasted, before her increased weight snapped it like a twig, “You know, you can do it yourself if you want to, it’s not like anyone really cares.” “There are rules, you know!” the other god fired back, “Just because you don’t want to follow them doesn’t mean th-” “The rules are what we make of them, little pup,” the chameleon interjected, “especially since our so-called supervisors decided to stop showing up. Can you guess why that is?” The answer was one they both knew, yet only Iris dared to utter. It was obvious, from the way their “superiors” had looked at her the last time they were around, that the term hardly applied to them anymore; Iris had long-since surpassed everyone “above” her on the divine hierarchy, and it just so happened that the only reason no one did anything about it was that she was perfectly fine hanging around her homeworld without much concern or care for anything else. The wolf, too, was perfectly aware of this; he just knew better than to bring it up or acknowledge it, preferring to live in the polite fiction he had concocted in which the two of them were actually equal to one another, if not in power, then at least in status. It was utter bunk and they both knew it, hence why the chameleon goddess happily reminded her consort of it whenever she physically could; it was just so fun to watch the little pup squirm as he battled with his own inferiority that, frankly, it was worth the hassle of being called up to begin with. “You know full well that doesn’t mean anything!” he tried to reply, “Just because they’re scared doesn’t mean we don’t have a responsibility to our charges!” “And has anyone come to harm?” Iris mused, somewhat tired of having to go through that argument whenever the wolf couldn’t come up with anything else, “All I did was make myself bigger, which, need I remind you, might actually be a plus as far as everyone else is concerned. Overall meta-stability hasn’t been affected, and while the inner dimensions of my house did suffer a bit, no one got hurt. So why did you call me here again, if not to ogle at me?” The sudden shift at the end of the sentence, along with the appearance of a deviously smug grin on Iris’ face, went entirely unnoticed by the wolf god for a few seconds, until his brain caught up with itself, processed what it had heard and was seeing, and promptly made both cheeks on its owner’s face light up like a pair of high-power searchlights. What came afterwards were a series of mouth noises that could charitably be described as an attempt at words, though they came at such a quick pace in such rapid succession that they ended up tripping over one another, leaving the whole sentence unintelligible. Certainly didn’t help that the wolf himself was so obviously embarrassed that all he could do was try and block Iris from view with one hand while attempting to make it look like he was merely dismissing her; this didn’t work, like it never did the many other times it was attempted. “That’s not the point and you know it! I’d never debase myself in such a manner!” “And yet you do so on a regular basis,” Iris kept on prodding, “which makes me wonder just why you won’t admit it. I mean, I get it, I love to ogle at myself too! Hell, I have people whose whole job is to ogle at me and let me know how good I look! It doesn’t make you any less of a man, little pup, it’s just normal around me.” Iris couldn’t help but cap off that last sentence with a giggle. Very few times could she give herself the luxury of actually addressing someone in such a manner; her perfection was such that to even speak to anyone at all was bound to make them fall to their knees in blind worship. As much as the wolf god tried to deny his own growing adoration, he was still the one entity on or near that planet that yet offered a modicum of resistance to her charms, and there was a certain enjoyment in that. Being able to just get anything she wanted with a snap of her fingers became boring over time, so having someone who still drew lines in the sand was entertaining, no matter how pointless it was for them to do so. “Listen, I have better things to do with my day, but if you wanna swing by later, please, by all means” - Iris turned around to leave the room, which in her case amounted to slightly shifting her body slightly to the side before facing the wolf for one last comment - “just please, leave a note on the door so I know to grow a little bit more before you get to see me again.” The other god in the room was about to say something, but whatever it was, Iris didn’t bother waiting to hear it; instead, she turned around completely, and much like she’d found herself in the divine office before, so too did she end up outside her house rather than back in the entrance hallway. It was a beautiful day, a sunny day, and just like always, the group of supplicants was there to let her know that she was, indeed, incredibly perfect and beautiful and the supreme everything of everyone, among other, far less comprehensible compliments. As always, Iris nodded towards them and let the entourage tag along for the walk to the grocery store, not even bothered by the fact that her body was so much wider than before that even its innate ability to distort space around it wasn’t enough to keep it from spilling onto the street. Not that any drivers were going to complain; the few that hadn’t managed to escape from the chameleon’s aura during her short detour upstairs quite simply gave up the moment they had to stop their vehicles, at which point they opened the driver’s seat door, unbuckled their seatbelts, and promptly plopped out of whatever they were at the wheel of, to stumble over themselves in order to reach Iris as quickly as possible. As always, by the time she reached the nearest superstore a couple of miles away from her home, the chameleon giantess had several dozen people trailing behind her, competing for the prime spots at the front of the group, that they may bask in Iris’ glory more closely; none of this would really matter though, since just before she entered the establishment itself, the chameleon turned to face her supplicants and asked them to stay put. She knew this was akin to literal torture for many of them, having to be separated from the light of their lives for such a long time despite knowing they were so painfully close, and to a certain extent, it was precisely this bit of knowledge that made it so delicious: it was knowing she had over a hundred people, slobbering over the mere thought of her, dutifully awaiting her return, as per her command. It made for a wonderful background thought process while she busied herself clearing out the shelves; someone as immense as her required a suitably impressive caloric intake, and though the local businesses weren’t at all fond of the giantess leaving them bereft of any stock, they couldn’t complain about the money rolling in. It was never an obstacle for Iris; her status as a goddess ensured that she was ever as wealthy as she wanted to be, which just so happened to mean that, at any point, she veered from merely rich enough to own her own island nation, to being the literal definition of obscenely wealthy. It was all relative, though in the end, the result was always the same: if it cost money, she could afford it, regardless of what the value itself was. Hence why she preferred to do her shopping by just literally buying everything in the store and letting the folks in the admin department handle the rest. As long as they allowed her to do so, then why ever do it in any other way?

Tags: Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation Text: It turned out a lonely, stormy evening outside and within the Pneumatown aquatic recreation center it'd be no different. Beyond the tinted windows that normally let in sunlight from outside, the world was dark and gray. Thick clouds obstructed the sky and lightning flashed in the distance as heavy rains had just started coming down. They pelted on those windows as heavy droplets, creating a loud pattering that'd be the only sound in the otherwise empty indoor pool area. Within, empty waterslides remained dormant while still waters softly flustered and an abundance of Pooltoys lay stacked up haphazardly in a corner. There was a certain air of desolation about the place and it was just because closing hours were nigh and the weather was less than ideal for some pool fun. Evidently all this was not enough to stop one particular young swimmer from attending the pool at merely a half-hour prior to closing time. The silence of the pool zone had been broken by her clapping footsteps made of sandals, breaking through the absent droning of pouring rain outside. A pair of nostrils belonging to a cute little button nose had whiffed faintly, taking in the aroma of the pool being the pungent combination of Chlorine and latex mixed together. Delicately pointed and lengthy ears perked curiously, much as the pair of baby blue eyes widened in awe of the place, completed by a smooth little mouth curved up into a delighted beaming smile. She was, undoubtedly, an Elf; that much was clear not only in her ears or the sweet elegance of her face, but the tenderly proportioned curves of her lithe young body fitted into a swimsuit that matched the color of her eyes. It was like some hybrid between a one-piece and a bikini, the thong and top held to the body by latex strips with a particularly thick one bridging the gap across her belly from her lush bosoms to her perfect Y-shaped groin smacked between two succulent thighs. Even if she didn't have that much body, what existed would be perfectly sculpted to what was expected of Elven physical beauty. So flaunting along, at a lightweight pace set across hard and damp ceramic tiles, the young Elf eyed her environment with all the wonder of a child. This was weird, and could only have come from one who'd never seen a public pool before. Yet, now that it was empty, and not noisy and smelly with a hundred men, women and children, the waters looked pure and actually habitable for a creature as high-class as an Elf. Maybe that was the reason for her delight as she'd flounce over the pool's edge and beam at her reflection in the water, before extending a delicately small foot therein to test the temperature. The touch sent a ripple over the rather still and wobbling water, and caused her to giggle; clapping her hands together once. Then so, with an eager grin, the young Elf again extended herself, preparing to step into the pool, but- Tweet! A shrill whistle-chirp had interrupted her, causing her to blink and gape around just to wind up laying eyes on its source. "Yo! Might wanna wait 'til a Lifeguard's on duty, lady!" a chipper young man's voice chirped over the droning and babbling of water inside the building and out. Coming from the same direction as the whistle, the girl's eyes locked upon the fair form of a young man strutting out towards her from the Lifeguard's room in the center of the pool complex. He was wearing a skintight red top and pair of shorts used for swimming, where a pure white cross indicated his status as a Lifeguard. Clear blue eyes under a mop of fluffy blonde hair greeted her along with a happy smile that seemed to warm up the day around them. This had to be the lifeguard in question and he looked pleased despite the presence of a swimmer in the pool so close to closing hours. "Oh!" The young Elf snapped to, whisking to face him and clasping her hands together in a show of grace; "Good evening, sir Lifeguard!" She'd returned the warm greeting with one of her own, and a cheerful grin to match. "I am Lena, of the forest," she'd explain, her words clear as crystal and delicately feminine, yet awkwardly enunciated. "I've come to your pool of swimming, to partake in your teachings on the art of life guarding." The young male's expression loosened, to a completely blank look composed of utter confusion. His lips pursed up, his brows raised and he'd blinked once, maybe twice. "What?" was the most he could say, before skewing those eyes and peeling the lips back into a confused grimace. It took him a good minute to process just what the Elf was saying, when he translated it in asking, "You want to become a lifeguard?" The eager, warm nod he got had confirmed it, and loosened up his composure to return to a bright smile. "Well..." Considering her swimsuit, with the cross notified upon her breast matching his own, "I see you already got your uniform, so you must've passed the entrance exams already! But, lady," he then huffed, beginning to protest lightly, "couldn't you have picked a better time to come in? We're literally a half-hour away from closing." "Oh?" Lena the Elf hummed, blinking her bright blues questioningly as she stood rooted in place; hands delicately hovering around her hips and legs set together to form a straight line of the body. But then realizing her error and the awkwardness of the situation had the young elf's expression drooping, "Oh my..." while she'd murmur her worry and turn her eyes to the tiled floor. "I have erred, for I have not foreseen that this building would have hours of operation." So then, she heaved a quiet sigh and began to step away, announcing "I relinquish my request, sir Lifeguard; forgive me of my trespass, I beg." Evidently Lena sure talked in a fancy manner and it was hard for the far-more-casual boy to translate, into "English, please!" Even though he did find it rather amusing. A big grin stayed on his face, though, as he'd draw close and stop the Elven girl in her retreat, where he reassured her; "Don't worry 'bout it; I can't give you a formal swim lesson but if you'd like to just swim around," he invited her by extending a smooth arm unto the pool beyond, "be my guest!" Twas enough to put cheer and mirth back into Lena's face, as she'd perk back up and stare questioningly into the boy's face. She murmured, "You speak the truth?" Before her eyes followed his arm to the pool and with the confirmation made in a nod- the girl simply exploded in a show of sheer happiness. "I thank you, sir lifeguard!" would be her cheer, completed when the blonde beauty threw herself at the boy and wrapped her soft, slender arms around his waist! His slender and streamlined chest had faintly puffed out where he drew in a surprised gasp, his arms frozen at his hips and his eyes locked down at her. Yet his surprise had been lost on the girl, as she'd be beaming warmly up into his face and her eyes began sparkling with joy. "I have always desired to swim in this pool, with these beautiful water clothes granted me! You have provided me my joy, and so I thank you!" But here the boy was, paralyzed by Lena's sheer proximity, as such would be the closest it ever would be what with her slender figure smushed up against his. Had she no concept of personal space or propriety? Not that the Lifeguard minded too much; after all, she was cute! So he weakly smiled, heaving a chuckle of the same, and being unsure of what else to do had managed an awkward but sound pat upon her back; "No problem." It was enough to get Lena to separate from him, at least; her body receding before she lingered in place with a mirthful smile on her face and her hands pleasurably clasped together. "My name's Bleu," he'd mention, placing his hands on his hips; "I'd shake your hand but I guess among Elves, a hug is greeting aplenty, ey?" The mention, concerning her hug, had put momentary doubt in Lena's eyes as she'd purse her lips and widen them. Her cheeks very faintly reddened, "Ah," and she drew in a breath as if to explain but words came out far later than she'd wanted. "Forgive me," she asked instead, bowing in her overtly-formal and apologetic manner, "I could not contain my excitement, of being granted access to your pool of swimming on this evening of dour weather. My knowledge of human customs is peculiar," she humbly explained, straightening up again with a worried pout to her face, "And I hope earnestly that I have not offended you with my closeness." "Hah!" The boy Bleu had to grin; she was so innocent and sincere, it was adorable. "Don't worry about it," he granted instead, reassuring her by a boyish, careless grin; "Nothing wrong with a hug, I'd say; I like to get up close and squeeze people myself, every now and again." Whether or not that was true, it was just to comfort Lena. In of that he flicked his hand to the pool again and went on, "But please; go, enjoy yourself! I'll be watching over you." A smile surely enough had returned to Lena's face and she affirmed, "Guarding my life, as a Lifeguard should." Then so, merrily had the young Elven maiden turned aside and hopped into the water as she'd been doing before Bleu interrupted her. She seemed all too happy to be therein, surrounded with cleaned and filtered water that she'd merrily splash about her. Her giggles were heard rupturing through the pool area even as Bleu stepped away and traced the edge. He was happy, seeing as Lena was already having such a good time, and just for her- since there was no one else around anyway- he'd go and pluck out some of the best pooltoys from the pile and throw them into the pool with her. They plopped onto the surface and bobbled voluminously, their airy forms comfortably settled thereupon like the floaties they were, and with their presence Lena had rejoiced. "Thank you, Sir Bleu!" "No problem!" The boy called back, laughing even, while he looked on and observed the Elf's almost child-like infatuation with the pool, the water and especially the Pooltoys. The water around her was shallow, barely up to her hips, so the pooltoys were allowed to be in there without being a safety hazard like what applied to many other public pools. Not to mention this town was far more lenient than most when it came to having objects in the pool. That was all part of why Bleu worked there instead of at any other town. In that he left Lena to enjoy herself, while he went and made his rounds to ensure everything else was sound for the night. The young Lifeguard saw fit to leave his junior be, for the time being; after all, she was a lifeguard too. How could she drown or get into any trouble, in shallow water, at closing time? It was easy for Lena to wade around in the shallow water, and her slim body sifted perfectly throughout by delicate strokes of slight limbs. Her slick blue swimsuit, of a similar material to the soft and squashy pooltoys around her, had a way of melting and shifting with her body in every move it made. More so, with her wet and milky flesh, it chirped and whined when rubbed up against the body of one such toy when she hugged it; she adored the sound. One could say, for such a slim Elf, she enjoyed and loved big, poofy things like these and took her time cuddling into each one. Soothingly she stroked their beautiful, smooth and glossy bodies, whispering to them as if they were animals of the forest. She listened to their soft squeaks of response, and felt their delicate latex flesh bulge and yield under her thin fingers. Most delightful of all, was Lena's swimsuit; the fact that it was made of the very same glossy, stretchy and supple material as the pooltoys only accentuated her joy of wearing it on her body. When she stroked the waters, it stroked her in a blanket of silk that tickled her and made her smile. She could never have gotten tired of constantly feeling this silken caress; at least, not until she started feeling like a pooltoy herself. That at least had to be the closest summary to what the young lady started feeling, deep inside, the longer she remained in the pool water. To be exact, what young Lena first noticed was a certain tightness, a certain pressure, building up inside of her like a painless cramp and she'd have thought that perhaps she had been in the water too long or eaten too soon beforehand. Her expression lowered to one of mild concern but still she swam, pushing and pulling through the waters with her spry limbs though they felt increasingly tight by the second. No ordinary cramp could have been felt throughout her entire body as she was feeling right then and there and it caused a silken whine to muffle out of her mouth. For greater cause of concern would be that her milky, silky flesh was looking increasingly like the materials described as it; appearing paler than usual, a pure white, even under the water. The young lady stopped, remaining half-crouched to keep her body under the water, and looked therein just to run one of her hands along the wrist, feeling tight and pressurized more than the water would normally have caused. Her fingers slid along the skin which felt unusually smooth- sensitive, too, while she'd be overrun with static tingles of pleasure from her own touch. Not only did her wrist feel abnormally soft, but her fingertips as well; like grinding silk together on silk, soft even for Elf flesh. This made no sense, however, for even as this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, turning pure white and becoming ultra sensitive and softer than ever before was cause for concern! More so would be the fact that, before her eyes, her slender wrist was plumping up and widening faintly- or was that just the water's illusion? It was well enough to worry Lena, who'd responded by standing up promptly and getting her upper half out of the water. She confirmed, by gazing down at her extended arms in anticipation, that her skin was unusually pale; a crystal snow white, and seeming about as smooth and glossy as the pooltoys surrounding her. "Oh my," she murmured, speculating on this anomaly with an uncertainty on how to feel, especially with the rhetorical question of "Am I- becoming that which I hold so dear? But there's no way, I-..." But there it was, as shown by her slick and elegantly-jointed fingers pillowing up with whatever fine musculature had once composed her arms- and her legs! While still under the water, it was clear that they too had become pure-white and glossy like a pooltoy, overcome by the same pillowing effect expected of something full of air instead of flesh. It'd be on that note, Lena realized with a faint gasp, that her feet were leaving the floor of the pool; her whole body, pulled up by an inexplicable force coming from the pressure within her! Sandwiched between the internal pressure and the water pressure, her skin tingled and she'd have reached down to feel her thighs right before her very feet slipped out from under her. Lena released a surprised yelp, and in an instant her gaze flung skyward and to the ceiling, to the dull gray skies and the windowed ceiling keeping the rains off of her. The next thing she knew, she was on her back; floating on the water like the pooltoys around her, and its cool lick flicking at her underside. Surprised, the young Elf had retaliated by craning her neck and flexing her abdominals, which tickled as they lost their tone and became a pillowy-smooth surface kept still under the latex strip. Sitting up she'd become aware of mounting pressure and stretching sensation in her hips, in her legs, and her eyes and hands alike fell to it- just to find, with her shock and awe, that they were expanding. The poor young Elf, without reason or explanation, was in fact blowing up and turning into a pooltoy. She watched, awe-struck, as the slender form of her hips and thighs was lost to this pillowy, un-elf-like swell comparable only to a blow-up doll while feeling her own skin extend and expand under the building cushion that could only have been air expanding underneath. Her once-slim and delicate fingertips turned into airy digits had probed and fondled anxiously, squashing her hips under her fingers; trying to push it back down! But it resisted her; the air inside her body shoved back, bulging around her hands uselessly with soft, doming swells that were undefeatable. Lena was growing a pair of plump, full and ripe legs more akin to that of a Succubus, but at the same time her breasts were rising to match. They'd been small, reasonably proportioned and just large enough to catch eyes- but before Lena's own, they too swelled up, rounded over, and began to rise in front of her. Lena drew in a gasp, her eyes of baby blue bugging wide, and she snapped her hands off of her expanding hips just to grab two big handfuls of this new bust. Many a girl probably would have been delighted, to see her breasts growing big like this, but Lena knew no such depravity in seeing the appeal of a larger body. To an elf, such assets could only get in the way and her breasts were really growing to the point they blotted out her view of her lap, and the increasingly-lush creases of her groin where swelling legs met her waistline. Her breasts were swelling and rounding like literal balloons, because they were literal balloons, out beyond the normal coverage of her once-modest neckline; becoming a vast and long line of pure-white and glistening cleavage that she was far from used to. Deep inside her expanding air-filled chest, Lena's heart was beating a mile a minute and her jaw was fast dropping in horror of her revelation; the fact she was a balloon and not an Elf. How did this happen? She wondered on it, even while- to her utmost relief- the pressure and the stretching had stopped just as suddenly as it'd started. The end result, as the girl found out, was a vast pillowy hourglass of a body instead of the perfect little hourglass she was used to; her legs, swollen up into ripe and thick airy things thick enough to put any woman to shame, and a pair of breasts like softballs that matched. Inside her, the air stood static; tingling against her flesh turned to latex, quivering and squeaking with the subtlest move she made. Lena let go of her breasts, and the silky cleavage rubbing against itself gave off a tender series of whines and chirps- she couldn't believe her ears. Reflexively she snapped her arms up and clamped her palms over them, only to give off more grinding wails of stretching latex in the process. She couldn't believe it, simply enough; her heart-rate was maddening now as much as her poor, innocent young mind knowing nothing of the reason or purpose of this transformation. There she'd be, sitting upon the water, her body bloated into an inflated hourglass that extended beyond the limits of her taxed swimsuit in voluminous curves. So then had moments passed, while the Elf Balloon sat in shock of herself. But after that initial internal panic wore off, it turned physical as she then tried to move again, taking her hands off of her ears just to try and lean over onto the water. It was as if she thought she could just dive back in and paddle to the edge of the pool, but for her- no such luck. She was, naturally, full of air and the reaction she got was her thighs grinding together while she toppled uselessly over and so consequently her overblown breasts squashed into the water's surface. The elf yelped, as she bounced on those bosoms once or twice, before coming to settle on the rustling water that pushed her gently up and down in its motions. Then after coming to terms with that shock and awe, realizing she floated just like the pooltoys, the Elf struggled- next just trying to paw at the water and propel herself to shore somehow. For a girl with no weight and no mass to her air-filled body, this was harder than it looked as it mostly had the girl flapping her palms and legs uselessly into the water. She did nothing but nudge and jostle herself, inadvertently slapping her legs with her hands on occasion while making a water angel upon her belly; as a result sending pleasant vibrations through her airy figure that had her whine and groan like the latex she was made of. She needed help- where was Bleu? The other young blonde Lifeguard; he had to be somewhere around here, right? So pushing herself up again from the water,coming up sprawled thereupon and straddling in failure, the balloon elf peeked around- yet could not sight her companion. "Bleu?" She came to cry out, trying not to let her fear and panic show in her quavering voice, "Fly unto me; I seek your aid! Bleu!" Surely enough, Bleu did show up. But, by that time- as he'd gone on an extended coffee break that took a good fifteen out of their total thirty minutes- Lena had already found her way to the edge of the pool. Truly as he'd not been expecting his youthful trainee to have turned into a balloon, he was not looking for the pure-white elf pooltoy seated by the pool's edge. Lena had been busying herself, fussing over her once-perfect figure through palming and pushing at it vainly and watching her own flesh bulge and swell out in response. Just as well she attempted to take off her swimsuit, perhaps blaming it for her transformation; but with how rotund her breasts and hips had become, it was impossible. The straps she tugged had the rest of the suit bulging and hugging into her figure, where the slick and sticky swollen latex insistently clung together. Trying to strip her suit was futile and so was attempting to deflate, as the air seemed perpetually trapped inside her. The boy had evidently not been paying attention, searching instead for the blonde head and milky skin and not the hourglassed balloon elf sitting right by his path. He walked right past her, and it wasn't until Lena turned her head over her shoulder, gasped, and called his name "Bleu, here!" that he'd actually noticed. His eyes turned down, met the pair of wide, frightened blue eyes staring back into his, belonging to a familiar young feminine face, and his eyes must have popped out of his skull in reaction. "Whuh-?!" the boy lifeguard exclaimed, dropping the mug of Coffee he had in his hand just to be staring at the poor, balloonified girl- "Lena?!" and almost choked on his own spit with the sudden realization. "Lena, what-?" he'd begun but never truly finished, as his eyes skeptically traced up and down her figure of ludicrous feminine curves, and reacting instead with no words drawn from his dry, agape maw. "I do not know," the girl moaned sadly, having clasped her own breasts and crushed them in her hands, just to have them create a starfish indentation around the fingers; "I was swimming, and then I felt floaty, and then I turned white, then I became this...!" Now evidently unused to having a body this buxom and unaware of its alluring nature, she presented her overblown breasts and plumped hips to the stunned boy; "I'm a balloon, Bleu...! What do we do?" So would be her sighing question, looking to the youth for support and aid in her time of need. Fortunately, Bleu was not exactly a huge pervert but he was a boy regardless, and seeing a girl with such swollen assets- in fact a balloon at that- had him quite unsure himself of how to feel. Yet his reddening face and flustered dilating eyes spoke for him when they laid upon the rotundity, the plushness, of the air-filled figure Lena sported. On top of that he did calm down, and he asked the same of Lena when her murmured "It's okay, Lena," and thus knelt down beside the distraught young Elf. "You've, balloonified, I think, but..." As if it were of any consolation to her, "It happens all the time, okay? People have just been... doing that, lately- turning into balloons, I mean. You wouldn't be the first one," he softly reassured, extending a hand to lay upon her shoulder- and subtly squish into the airy flesh from there- "But you won't be the last, either." "What?" Lena peeped, blinking her expressively wide and wondrous blue eyes where her expression dropped from fear to concern, then curiosity. "I'm not the only balloon? Then... what is being done about this? What can I do about this?" She, most affected of all between them at least, well, "I'm a balloon, I..." So staring down at her body with deep worry in those eyes, her voice cracked with concern; "I don't think I can simply go home and live my life like this... Is there no cure?" The look of hope she'd given to Bleu was enough to melt his heart, to make him want to hug and squeeze her- but that was probably just her balloony appeal melting his mind. Bleu resisted, just enough to meekly, if bashfully, smile and take Lena's hand to squeeze reassuringly. "I wouldn't worry about it, Lena," He hummed as warmly as he could, "Because if being in the water triggered this change, I'm sure that drying off will reverse it." But as much as he couldn't simply have left the poor girl to her own devices, and since it was high time for him to close down the pool, he had to be a gentleman and kindly offer, "Want me to take you home?" The feeble, worried nod he got from Lena had him nodding gently in return, and so had given the poor girl one last bout of reassurance by patting her airy head. "Okay... Go ahead to my car, and I'll see you there after I'm done closing up. You can't miss it," he said, so using his hand on hers to pull her up to her feet, "It's the baby-blue car, same color as your eyes." Somehow that might have been interpreted as a flirt, what with the similarity in how his hand was holding hers, and Lena sheepishly smiled; her pale white cheeks becoming quietly redder while she found herself managing to beam back into his own baby blue eyes. "Thank you, Sir Bleu," she did graciously say, feeling just a bit calmer about her situation and very grateful- very grateful indeed- that her new friend seemed to know what'd happened and what would fix it. As such, the young lass turned balloon would turn around and step, upon wobbly feet between swollen thighs, to leave the pool and go change into normal clothes. Truth be told, Lena could not get that swimsuit off of her, no matter how she tried; not with her own body getting in the way. As such she opted to put her regular clothes on over it, and as such had slipped them on- or tried to. The skinny jeans that'd once been relatively flush to her body would now bulge, and barely cooperate, with her voluminous new hips. Trying to pull them on, grunting and moaning her exertion throughout, bore little fruit as her plump, round butt cheeks and hips bulged over the hem. To her fluster, she managed to get those jeans on only by struggling and wriggling her butt, stifling her ears to the loud protests and creaks her body gave off in response; just how they fit after that was a mystery since she had more leg than the jeans had capacity. It turned out, all that air once being in her hips and legs had gone straight up into her breasts and- dare she consider- her belly. Standing topless in the locker rooms revealed that as the chill air bit at her exposed white flesh. She'd have felt momentarily around her waist, where her breasts blocked vision, and found out- by the swell of belly now dominating her waistline- that all that air had gone straight to it. Lena dreaded to look in the mirror, knowing she looked like some bloated, immensely pregnant girl, and shut the mental image out just to grab her silk blouse. Thank goodness, this garment was reasonably stretchy given the material, and its sensitive fibers felt good against her sensitive latex skin. Managing to push her arms into their respective sockets was a slight struggle, given there were somewhat puffier than normal, but the blouse was made to flow and so they fit skintight therein. For that same reason she didn't struggle with buttoning down the blouse as much as she'd thought it'd be, but chose to do so from the top down. First was to cram her overblown breasts into her blouse somehow and she did so by pulling the sides furiously, squeezing her bloated bosoms underneath. It was a struggle, like forcing a balloon into a set of clothes- which was literally all this act was- but her breasts compressed down just enough for her to seal the first button. The next, as given her puffy hands gliding down the front, was a bit more difficult as she scraped them against her bosoms and struggled to get the button into the socket. Holding her breath obviously didn't work, as every such heave made her breasts expand and moan into her already-tight blouse, so she tried exhaling instead- and it mercifully went down, just enough for her to work down the rest of the buttons. So dexterously even for a balloon had she pushed her body down enough to seal up her blouse. The end result, well, Lena really wished she'd not been vain enough to peruse in the mirror. Peeping therein she saw her own reflexion, of a very flushed-faced young Elf with her skin turned completely white, even her hair, with an immensely bloated body far too poofy to be considered even human. A vast butt and thighs were squeezed into skinny jeans, which made her upper body look absolutely bloated as her waistline poured voluminously over the hem of the pants more like a balloon than any form of pregnancy, and overstuffed breasts just as much stuffed into the top of the blouse even as the whole body forced gaping holes in between the buttons. She looked more like a blow-up doll stuffed into a set of clothes, than a girl at this point. So the natural response to such a sight had been a drawn-out sigh, that made her overinflated body heave and groan as she did, where her hands self-consciously probed up and down her distended waistline that'd once been a flat belly. Lena really was, just a big balloon at this point. Being dejected with that revelation had the snow-white Elf turned and shuffled aside to get out of the building and to Bleu's car; even then her swollen thighs grinded against one another to resemble more a waddle than a walk, and her own body ruffled and creaked inside her clothes that once fit perfectly. Once Lena stepped out of the recreation center and into the rain, she knew she was in trouble. More or less, anyway, considering that being made of rubber meant she clearly couldn't catch cold. Nonetheless it was only natural that she'd not want her clothing wet, overtaxed as it was over her bloated figure, and so- clutching her arms around her bloated midsection to steady it- the girl rushed out and into the rain, towards the baby-blue car that Bleu had spoken of! In her jeans, her swollen and sensitive thighs had rubbed and ground up against one another as well as upon the denim, which was abraded her legs' sensitive rubber. The clumsy side-to-side twisting of expanded and tightly-kept hips caused a bouncing, jostling motion in Lena's upper body that had her belly swaying in a like motion and her breasts- bouncing and bobbing even in her tight blouse. The pressure was real, grinding up against her body from the outside with every move, and even then she could swear that- as she got wet- the swelling internal pressure was returning as well. There was no way Lena wanted to bloat up into a parade float parody of herself, not when she'd already had her slick and slender Elven figure mocked into this balloony aberration. As such she quickened the pace, huffing and yiping softly under the downpour even while her bouncing breasts, jostled by her swaying belly, jumped up in her face and obstructed her vision. She knew she'd made it, when inadvertently her expanded beachball of a belly had bulged and shoved up into the window of Bleu's car and sent air shoving elsewhere into the girl- making her top two buttons swell up and pop clean off! Her cleavage spilled out of her blouse, two voluminous melons half-exposed to open air and rain even if the white silk being wet had become semi-transparent. So embarrassed was she, now looking like some kind of bloated flirt, that she bemoaned her ballooned body with a low groan and gave it up. This didn't stop her from desperately seeking out the handle to the car door and pulling it, fumbling for some kind of trigger that'd make it open. Mercifully the car was unlocked, and the door came open enough for the swollen Elf to come and bulge around it- before slipping in. Her rotund butt, kept tightly in denim to a firm, bouncy composition, bunched up into the chair and she waved her whole body from side to side just to extend her arm, grab the door from the inside, and slam it shut- blocking out the pouring rain and leaving her in the quiet safety of the car. From there she heaved and panted, easing back into the car seat's plush embrace, while hugging her arms around her overblown belly and staring up into the sky beyond and above. She made it, thank goodness, but she was a balloon. That fact would not escape Lena, as she'd taken to glimpsing down into the deep, dark expanse of her exposed bustline and instantly regretted it. Vast, shiny tracts of boob, open and swollen flirtatiously beyond the coverage of her blouse, even bulging up over the sides, in a way that she could not possibly re-seal. She gave up on that right away, and took to quietly waiting; listening to her breathing and the creaking it created in her body, of softly-expanding and contracting silken rubberflesh. The churning croak of latex pushing in and out, pressure mounting and easing against her clothes, was enough to temporarily relax the distraught Elf who'd turned her thoughts back to her lifeguard. At least she'd get a ride home... Surely enough, Bleu did come and he arrived with the urgency and swiftness that put the bloated Elf at ease. She'd definitely be home soon, and knew it to be true while the boy climbed into the driver's seat beside her and slammed the door shut in the same rushed sense as she. Momentarily glancing at her, and her at him, had a certain dryness forming in his throat and a flush to his face with that same dilated wideness to his eyes, like a little boy staring at something he adored. Lena huffed, staring back at him; her own face quite red, in as embarrassing as this was- but did sheepishly smile. "S-stop gazing upon me as you are," she timidly requested, "You seem as if... you... actually like me all blown up like this..." "Ah!" Bleu snapped to attention when she'd said such words, and his face couldn't have been redder, "No!" and he denied it in a huge fluster just to shoot his eyes forward again. "It-it's not that, it's... uh..." But instead of finishing his response he'd fumbled with the keys in the ignition, and turned the car on. Cool air flushed into the interior of the vehicle to contrast the muggy warmth outside, and the blonde heaved a sigh while wiping some of his soaked bangs out of his face. "Nevermind, it-it's nothing," he stammered, in case the Elf were still staring at him, and like that had proceeded to drive along. "Show me to where you live." So had their trip began, driving across the raining streets of Pneumatown and into the forested inland beyond as Lena directed. Normally Pneumatown was a beachside town but it did have its share of wilderness growing just beyond its borders. Fortunately given its small size, Bleu didn't have to drive far to take Lena out to her house which would be located in a rural neighborhood. "You live in the country?" He'd assume, as they'd be driving through country roads along a forested terrain, past rural houses and to an unsure destination. "How's it like?" Being in a cool car, and satisfied with the fact she wasn't still inflating like a balloon, Lena had time to calm down in spite of having this huge crevice in front of her being her own body. She meekly smiled, glimpsing aside at him over the expansive bosoms, and nodded though her chin pushed into them amidst it. "It's nice," the girl began timidly as explaining that "It can be boring and lonely sometimes, but the air is fresh and the people are nice and I run a quaint little homestead with a small farm. It's been given to me by my family so, I can't easily just leave it and live in the city. The city's nice too," she did add, looking forward again and directing his turns, "as it has all these people, and stores, and it's all just so wonderful. But I am as they say, socially awkward, so communicating with your kin may be difficult at times." "Bwuh," Bleu chuckled, as to that latter part where he'd crack a grin, "Don't worry about that too much; you're not uncouth, as on the contrary you're- pretty darn eloquent for someone out in the country! Maybe too much so for people's taste as they're used to crude and casual talk. I guess it's just because you're an Elf?" Not to get on her about her species but, it all added up; living in a forest, close to nature, talking like a noble and with flamboyant terms... Lena actually took it pretty well, softly laughing as a warmth of such echoed through her airy body in a dull, passive thrum to match the patter of rain on the hood of the car. "Well, yes, I... yes," she confessed softly so, to beam aside at him with a warm red returning to her cheeks, "I understand, my speech is strange to your ears, but it pleases me that you feel that way." Although that'd have to be it from her, before she fell quiet for the rest of the trip. Funny as it'd been, the way they met, she thought that just maybe, she liked him; he was cute, after all; a genuinely sweet human. But their time together evidently had come to an end just as brisk as their meeting when the car trip pulled up into a paved driveway amidst a grove of trees. Here she directed him, unto a forest cottage home of surprisingly modern effect in spite of its rustic appearance. It was of that Tudor style of plastered stone and wood, surrounded by a lush yard where fruit trees grew alongside farm plants, and wild animals seemingly roamed freely and without fear- even of the incoming car. Bleu was just as amazed by all this as Lena had been concerning the pool; his eyes drinking in the rural sight with a dry, dropped jaw and his hands absently handling the steering wheel. By the time he parked, close to the front door, it'd stopped raining evidently and just as well the storm in Lena's mind had come to a close. She could step out of the car bearing a general familiarity with her bloated body, and even while comfortably holding arms around her rotund waist to keep it in check, she bowed to get her head into view of the window and sheepishly grinned at the boy inside. "Thank you for taking me home safely," she murmured graciously, and yet with a curious cock of her head she dared ask, "Would you... like to come inside?" There was no way Bleu was going to be shy about such an offer into such a wondrous place, and he nodded eagerly just to show his enthusiasm; "Darn right, I would; thanks!" Quick like a wink and hot like a flash the boy was out of the car and standing beside it, and staring out at the property from beside its balloonified owner. His eyes were wide and dilated with joy similar to that which he seemed to have experienced when he laid them upon Lena's bloated body while he couldn't keep from murmuring that "This place, is amazing...!" and he scantly even noticed, the puffy air-filled palm and digits that worked their way into his own. Instead he turned his gleeful eyes to the beaming Elf who'd only flush timidly in response to his wonder, and ask "You really have it good!" Of this the ballooned beauty could mostly shake and bob her head in modesty, flouncing it about her pillowy breasts jutting up like balloons in her face. "Kindness naturally given is kindness naturally restored," she said absently, as if there were some deeper meaning behind it. Then, lifting her head to beam warmly into Bleu's face, with a look on her own that could have been affection, she squeezed his hand in hers and stepped forward; squeaking and grinding in swollen jeans. "Let's go inside; stay as long as you need to." According to such had Bleu yielded just as succulently as Lena's waistline under her free hand, as the two stepped up onto the front patio and into the house. Plants naturally grew through holes in the floorboards and over the railing, instead of in pots; this only seemed natural, as an Elf's touch. Twas where nature just naturally coincided and entwined with what was man-made. As they passed through the door, Bleu naturally went first as Lena beckoned- perhaps for good reason, as she'd wound up stopping abruptly in the middle of it. She'd blinked, "Mnh-" and softly grunted, likewise following up with a soft forward tug. Yet she was greeted by a hollow puffing noise, a muffled squeak, as evidently her belly had gotten caught in the doorway. "Uh... Bleu?" Her eyes turned pleadingly to the boy, who was still perusing the cool, dry and comfortable interior of the house; a foyer with a plush carpet and rustic furniture combined with warm incandescent lightning and mystical paintings of yore. "Help?" The insistence, however, had caught the boy's attention and had him turn around to address his Elven friend- finding her in quite the predicament indeed. The maiden, swollen and bleached white, whined pitifully as she'd be wriggling her waist from side to side, grinding her swollen bloused belly up against the doorframe, as she whined "I'm too big... to fit into my own house..." Granted the doorway had been made expressly for her slender elven body without bearing in mind the concept that she could wind up bloated one day. There was a certain shame and disgrace to that, as she'd be sighing and trying to compress her belly, just to fit through- but her overtaxed clothes with their constriction would not allow it. Of course Bleu had to rush to Lena's aid, apologizing "Oh, I'm so sorry!" where he'd hurry up and only naturally wrap arms around the girl with intent to grip and pull her. This wound up looking, and feeling, more intimate than he meant when his face came very, very close to the maiden's own and her bulbous, exposed cleavage came bulging up into his taut chest with a compressed belly drumming on him. Realizing what he'd done, a flustered look of embarrassment crossed his young face and yet- it was confused, for what else could he do? Lena was giving him the same look, the same rosy cheeks and the same helpless expression. "I'm sorry," he awkwardly apologized, but given the needy pout the Elf was giving him- there was no other choice. So he tightened his grip on the balloon girl, until his arms sank into the expanse of her swollen back, and he pulled- with all his might. Lena's belly fought the door frame, bulging around it both inside and out, with all the pneumatic force of the trapped balloon that she was. Locked with her in an all too intimate embrace, squeezing her like one reuniting with a lost love, Bleu groaned and struggled to plant his feet upon the frame. He even had to twist her from side to side a little if it meant getting her out, although the girl did whimper and whine with her swollen waist grinding and squealing into the tight frame. Still at the end of it, she came through with a soft, airy pop and yet- given his stance- Bleu wasn't ready for it. He fell over backwards instead, taking Lena with him- and she fell on top of him. What the young lifeguard felt next was the girl's pliant and yet lightweight rubbery body flushing upon his front and the plush carpeted floor at his back; sandwiching him between a pillow and a soft place. He found himself in nary the hurry to leave, when he thought about how cozy it was; Lena still inherently holding her arms around him, straddled upon his body despite her bulbous beachball belly getting in the way. She was panting softly from the exertion it took to withstand all that pressure and struggling, her face flushed and staring into his own of listless stupor. But then Bleu snapped to and realized what he was doing, on the floor, with the Elf, and her breasts widely on display in front of him, and he jolted- his face lighting up like a crimson Christmas light. "Oh my gosh-" he yelped, and spontaneously squirmed just to sit up even as the Elf clung to him, "I'm so sorry!" That wasn't proper at all, and he was ashamed of himself, thinking for sure he'd leave the good graces of his lovely young hostess. But Lena, holding on to his chest with her delicate puffy hands, didn't seem to mind; while flushing, she was beaming meekly at him and with apparent amusement and joy in her face. "All is well, my dear sir Bleu," she did manage to say, if while struggling to kick her legs up under her and stand along with him, "Twas an accident and little more; you needn't be ashamed. So now..." She bemused, taking her eyes off of the flustering boy just to stare around the room, "That I am now a balloon, and shall have a hard time moving around my house... whatever shall I do? Do you know if I'll deflate?" While his mind came back into focus, Bleu managed to shake aside his shame and embarrassment just to feebly nod, "Yeah," much as he'd seen it happen only sometimes before. "It's getting late," he managed to say, huffing while glancing at his watch, "and I really shouldn't stay here with you. Go on to bed and I think, you'll be fine when morning comes. Just uh..." His eyes traveled momentarily downward, not to stare into the gaping,tempting chasm of Lena's breasts but at the blue swimsuit still visible under her blouse. "If and when you deflate to a more manageable size, get that swimsuit off." Such was his instruction, before he redirected his attention to his eyes- much as the girl was wondering what he was staring at. "Where did you get it?" Lena answered the question, pertaining to her swimsuit- inherently the cause of her bloating- with dubious knowledge. Her eyes became distant and her expression blank, wherefore she was trying but, "I cannot... remember." She'd blinked once, twice, three times, and so had her tone turned to a worried whimper; "How could this be? I recall donning this swimsuit earlier this evening and coming unto the pool of swimming to take swimming lessons with it, but... I cannot recollect how I attained it." By that knowledge had Bleu gritted his teeth, and let off a soft huff. "Well..." He breathed, taking his eyes off of her for a moment just to anxiously scrub a hand through his dense blonde hair, "I guess we'll never know why you went poof..." That and Lena's probable future being unknown, the youth would look upon her glistening white expanse of a form with worry in his eyes. "Are you going to be okay from here?" Lena nodded, but absolute confidence was lacking in her eyes where she honestly murmured that "I'm not sure..." Staring down, seeing only the extent of her bust and the horizon of her belly within a stretched blouse, the Elf would be concerned that, perhaps, this was permanent. By that notion she turned a pleading look to her lifeguard savior, and so quietly requested, "Bleu," with her soft hands- even more silky than they'd been when made of flesh- came to grasp around his own. "Would you kindly stay overnight?" Much as he did not actually know this girl, Bleu nonetheless felt responsible for her ballooning- somehow. Yet seeing how sincerely she stared, with her bright blues wide in worry and her soft skin seeming so delicate, so poppable, he drew reason for concern. That's how he let her hands sink around his own, and clasped his free hand over them with a solemn shake; "Alright," he'd grant quietly so, drawing the Elf's puffy hands into his chest; "I'll hang around at least until the morning but I have to go back to work tomorrow- doubtless, so do you. You may have to go as a pooltoy," would be his fair warning, "If- you don't turn back into an Elf overnight at least..." "That's okay," Lena softly said, as a smile gracefully returned to her young and pale face; "I feel safe with a sir lifeguard protecting me. We'll see what tomorrow's sun brings, Bleu. Come," she granted then, using that grip on his hands to pull him deeper into the house, "Would you like something to eat?" So was how it'd been, that being drawn together by an inexplicable ballooning had the Lifeguards, young and old, come to know one another under strange circumstances.

Title: Maurice Ch. 06 Tags: maurice, regina, new orleans, micah, vampire, interracial I couldn't believe it, Daniel and Eddie were standing right in front of me and they were vampires! When had that happened? Then I remembered where I had met Tremaine, he was in the boys room, the room that I was supposed to be in. I got it, I was the target and not my brothers but why did he take them and not me? I was there and saw him..... I saw him drinking their blood. I felt my stomach turn, this was my fault! If I hadn't changed rooms Eddie and Danny wouldn't be one of those things but I would be married to Micah. It would have been a lose-lose situation just as it was now. I looked at Danny first and realized that he didn't know who I was now and two years ago. Both of them had acted odd but Daniel more so than Eddie but at the time I chalked it up to not seeing them in a long time. I turned my gaze to Eddie and noticed that he seemed to be struggling; it was as if he was trying to remember me but couldn't quite do it. It was him that I chose to speak to. "Eddie? It's me Regina, what are you doing here?" I asked not knowing what else to say. Just as he was going to answer me, Micah sent them out. Of the two of them, Eddie was the one who lingered. I turned to face Micah. "What did you do to them? Why don't they know me?" "Change into the clothing that I left for you and I'll tell you." He replied. I wasn't about to make the same mistake that I made with Tremaine. "Tell me first and I'll think about putting on the clothes." Micah nodded at me and apologized. "Tremaine over stepped his bounds with you, he was not to touch you in anyway and I apologize for that but the fact remains that you disobeyed me and now you try to barter." "Me? You're the one who won't tell me anything unless I put on whatever outfit you picked out for me!" I shot back. "Touché." Micah replied softly. "I suppose that you are entitled to an explanation without strings attached" "You're damn straight I am! Start talking!" Micah gave me a grin that unsettled me a second later I found out why. "Fucking you is going to be so much fun if you have as much spunk in bed as you do out." I bit my tongue; I wanted to tell him that it would be a cold day in hell before I allowed him to touch me. Instead I said, "My explanation?" "This might be for the best." he said as he walked to a counter and took out two glasses. "I remember that you don't drink much alcohol so I made sure that we have plenty of juices on hand. Sprite mixed with cranberry correct?" I nodded my head yes but I had no intention of drinking or eating anything that Micah Lannister gave me. I watched as he mixed the drinks-he had a scotch and soda and handed me my drink. "Sit and make yourself at home." he said indicating the love seat. I sat in a chair across from the loveseat and waited. He smiled at me and nodded, he knew exactly what I was doing. I didn't like him when we were kids and I liked him even less now, he was smug and arrogant and so sure that he was going to marry me. "I'm waiting." I said impatiently. For just a second, his eyes flashed angrily and I realized that I had to be careful. "Sorry." I said. "I've been through a lot since I got to New Orleans." Instantly the anger was gone and he was smiling again, it was as if the anger had never been there. "It's quite alright." he said as he took a sip of his drink. "As I was saying, maybe it's for the best to get the unpleasantness over before we go to bed and get married. Tell me, what do you remember?" "Only what you allow me to!" I snapped and instantly regretted it. Before I knew it, Micah was standing in front of me, his eyes flashing. "I understand that you have been through an ordeal tonight and I have apologized for that and have even made some concessions to accommodate you but watch your tone with me." "Sorry." I said again as I mentally kicked myself. If I wanted to get out of this I had to stop lashing out at him and use my head. He gave me a curt nod of his head and went back to the loveseat. "Are you ready for the truth?" he asked. "Yes." I replied. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Daniel So that's Regina, I remembered her from the dinner two years ago but it was more than that, I knew her from somewhere else. I now understood what Eddie was trying to tell me, this woman ..... "Is nothing to you." A voice from the inside of my head said and I listened to it. I didn't know this woman other than to call her on a weekly basis. Edward Who in the hell is she? I asked myself as I watched her walk toward us. She meant something to us but what? "She means nothing to you." I heard in my head and knew that Daniel had heard the same message. "Who is she?" I asked silently and received another command to forget her, but I couldn't. I knew this woman! The feeling was reinforced when she said my name and that's not all, I felt the need to protect her but from whom? I wanted to speak to her but Micah sent us out of the room before I could say anything. As soon as we were out of the room, I pulled Daniel aside. "Do we know her?" I asked. "No and I would suggest that you let it go." he replied. "Daniel, you know her." I insisted. "I saw it on your face." "For the last time! I don't know the bitch!" he snarled and walked away. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Tremaine is dead but there are plenty more to take his place. I knew that Micah had arrived because the guards were more vigilant and there were a lot more of them. It wouldn't be too much longer before I would have to remain invisible to avoid detection but there was another issue, getting Regina out safely. It was clear to me that I was going to need Gremlin maybe soon. I still hadn't caught sight of Regina's brothers which meant that they were still in the house somewhere. I made a decision, I wanted Gremlin here. He could keep the guards occupied while I went inside of the house to find Edward and Daniel. My hope was that one or both of them would help her and take her to safety while I dealt with Micah Lannister for good. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Gremlin I woke Annie up and made her eat and drink something before I told her what was happening. While we waited for the food to be delivered, she took a hot shower to wash away some of the soreness that I caused when I entered her. I also called a cousin, someone that you're already familiar with, Olivia. Yes she is agoraphobic but on occasion she can be convinced to leave her home especially if all she has to do is vanish from one place to the next. Now that Annie is mine, it will be safe for her to be at Delgado's but I don't want her out of this room. I also didn't want to take the chance that she would be able to override the compulsion to sleep as Delgado's mate had done, that is why I called Olivia. I was taking no chances. Annie came out of the bathroom wearing just an oversized tee shirt that I wanted her to remove, she is by nature a very open person and I didn't want that to change. She could walk around naked all the time if she wished and it wouldn't bother me-it would make some things much easier. "Annie, come sit." I told her and patted the side of the bed. When she was sitting next to me I took her hands in mine. They were tiny compared to mine and so soft, it would have taken nothing for me to break every bone in her hands. Before you get upset and think that I could hurt her, I couldn't and I wouldn't, it was just an observation and nothing more. "Annie, there are things that I need to tell you." I said and she immediately tensed. I told her everything and as I expected she took full responsibility for bringing Regina here. "I did this? This is my fault?" "No Annie, none of this is your fault, things have been in motion from the day the Lannisters met Regina's parents and since her birth. You were an unwitting accomplice; your memories have been tampered with as were hers." I told her. Unfortunately, that was of little comfort to her, all she knew was that she brought Regina here and convinced her to stay when she wanted to go home. "Eddie and Danny are vampires? I thought that they were acting oddly the last time I saw them but vampires? How could I not have known that? She asked as she cried. I held her as she cried; she was realizing just how much trouble Regina was in and her guilt intensified. "The Lannisters are behind this?" she asked through her tears "and you were helping them?" she asked when I told her my part in the plan. "I was until I saw you and that is why it is imperative that you stay in this room. The Lannisters are very angry with me because of my betrayal and the only way that they can hurt me is through you. We are mated and that alone will keep you safe but I am taking no chances." I said. "My cousin Olivia is coming to stay with you, do as she says and you will be fine." "Where are you going?" she asked. "Delgado will need my help in rescuing Regina." I replied noticing the worried look on her face. "Don't worry, if all goes well we will be back by the evening." We ate breakfast together and I asked her if she wanted me to compel her back to sleep so that she wouldn't worry. She gave it some thought and decided against it. "I have my laptop to keep me occupied and it would be rude for me to be asleep when your cousin comes." she said. Olivia appeared an hour later, I made the introductions, kissed Annie goodbye and then I was gone. Since I knew exactly where Delgado was, I would be there in no time. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I waited for Gremlin about a mile from the property that way we could meet and talk in peace. There was also another reason, I wanted to lure Micah into a false sense of security, and I wanted him to think that I was gone even if it was temporarily. If Regina hadn't been there I was have just gone in and confronted him but her life was in danger and I couldn't take the chance that he would kill her. To be perfectly honest with you I believed that to be his plan, he would kill her just for spite. I had to find her brothers, jar their memories and maybe save their lives in the process. I heard Gremlin to my left and waited until he was next to me to speak. Quickly I apprised him of the situation including the fact that Tremaine was dead. "What is your plan?" he asked. "Tremaine called in extra guards and Micah has called in more, the property is crawling with them." I replied. "What is it that you need from me?" he asked. "I am going into the house to find Regina's brothers in the hopes that I can awaken their memories of her. I can handle the guards in and around the house if you will take care of those around the property and keep the reinforcements out. Once I have Regina out of the house I want you to take her back to the room and keep her there, if she tries to leave, tie her up, compel her; I don't care but keep her there until I get back." "Consider it done." he replied. I looked up at him and saw none of the being that had treated and cared for his mate with such gentleness. I was now looking at a being that could and would kill without remorse. "Gremlin..." "Save your thanks for later when your mate is safe and Micah Lannister dead." he said his voice cold. Seconds later, he was gone and then I heard a howl of pain, he had already started doing his part. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I held my drink in my hand and tried to wait until Micah was ready to explain things to me. In the few minutes that I had spent with Micah, I learned a lot. He was a flipping control freak and a dangerous one at that. He was also full of himself, I watched as he held his drink just so and how he was constantly straightening his shirt and patting his hair as if to say "look at me! I'm the shit!" Well he wasn't, not in my book anyway. When he was good and ready, he started telling me how we were always meant to be together. I had to interrupt him; I wanted to know how they figured that out. "Excuse me, but may I interrupt for a moment?" I asked making sure that my voice was honey sweet, I almost made myself gag but he ate it up. "I'm sure that you have questions." he replied apparently pleased with my fawning over him. "How do you know that we're supposed to be together?" "You see love, we were born on the same day, the same year and at the exact same moment as were my mother and my father and so on." Astrology? They fucked up my life over astrology? I took a deep breath and calmed down; I couldn't afford any more mistakes. "My brothers?" "Let me explain something to you," he said with a condescending tone of voice that made me want to pour my drink all over his perfect hair. "You were mine from the moment you were born. My family sought out your family and gave your mother a job and no, they didn't know what we were initially." "When did they find out?" I asked. "When we were eight." he replied. "Eight? What the fuck...." I stopped, his eyes were flashing again. "I mean why then?" I asked. "We needed to start preparing for our mating. Think about it, it was then that your mother started bringing you to work with her and you started seeing more of me." "I remember but I can't believe that my parents went along with this." I replied. "They really didn't have too much of a choice but make no mistake, they were well compensated." Compensated? They sold me? "The deal was that when we turned fifteen we would be married and the only thing that they had to do was to bring you to New Orleans, make sure that you were in the room that was chosen for you and that was all." "What did they get out of this?" I asked sick to my stomach. "They would have been cared for until they died and then they would have been buried in the family plot along with my mother's parents." "Are you saying that my parents sold me? I asked. "I suppose you can look at it that way but no, they wanted no parts of it but my father made your father an offer that he couldn't refuse...." Micah cocked his head and looked toward the window. "We have a visitor, no two visitors." Maurice? I can't believe I'm going to say this but I was thrilled! At that point in time I didn't care that he was a vampire, he was a friendly -yes I said friendly and familiar face. I feigned innocence when I spoke. "Really? Whose here?" "Don't be coy!" Micah snapped, "You damn well know who's here!" Before I knew what was happening Micah had me in his arms and was running through the house carrying me as if I weighed nothing. He didn't stop until he reached a room somewhere on the other side of the house, he whispered something and the door opened. Micah carried me in and threw me on the bed. "You had better be ready when I return." he growled and then he was gone. I jumped off the bed, ran to the door and tried to turn the knob, it was locked. No big surprise there but there was a window. I walked over to it and tried to open it, the damned thing wouldn't budge. It was too high and I didn't have enough leverage to lift it up. I looked around and saw another fireplace complete with the poker, I wasn't sure that I could lift the window with it but maybe I could smash it but then what? I had to be at least one story up. "Going somewhere?" A voice from behind me asked. I turned around to see a man no a vampire watching me with open interest. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name doesn't matter." He replied. "I am here to make sure that you don't do something stupid which apparently you were thinking about." He was standing in front of me one second and behind me the next effectively blocking the window and my possible escape route out. \*\*\*\*\*\* Edward I know her! Or at least I did. The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I became that our past was tied to this woman. I turned around to see Daniel staring at me as if he were debating something, "What is it?" I asked. "Stop thinking about her, we don't know her." he said. The voice was his but something was missing; it was almost as if he was repeating something that he heard and not his own thoughts, kind of like a robot. "But we do." I said. "We know this woman somehow and....' Then his hands were around my throat. I was caught by surprise but moved fast enough that didn't have a good hold on me. We struggled for what seemed to be a long time before we both heard a voice behind us. "Stop this nonsense!" Daniel When I saw the woman I had the same feeling Eddie did, we knew her but what I found interesting was that she spoke to him and not me. When she called his name, I felt something, a memory maybe but it never materialized. I was mistaken, we didn't know this woman but I could see that Eddie was affected by her; he was more convinced than ever that we knew her. When we left the room, I could tell that he was still trying to figure out who and what this woman was to us. I tried to warn him to stop thinking of her but then he insisted that we knew her. "Kill him!" I heard in my head and against my will I attacked my brother. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't, my hands were around his neck but I couldn't get a good hold. Just as I was about to pick Eddie up and throw him, someone spoke. I was so surprised that I dropped Eddie to see who had spoken. "Who in the hell are you?" I asked the small, bald vampire. "My name is Maurice Delgado." he said with a slight bow. My first thought was, this is who Micah is so afraid of? I mean he hardly reached five feet three inches and he was bald. What I'm trying to say is he looked like he could be someone's favorite uncle. "Alright Maurice Delgado, what the fuck do you want?" I asked. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I made it into the house after killing several of Micah's guards. I knew that he knew that I was here and that he wasn't afraid for one reason, he didn't think that I would get past all of his guards. The fact that he hadn't taken off with Regina told me that he knew that we would meet face to face if I got past his guards. Regina wasn't too far away, alive and at the moment safe which meant that I could deal wither brothers. "What I want Daniel is to spare your life." I replied. He gave me the same look that so many others gave me and laughed. Edward stood by watching but not commenting. It didn't take me long to figure out who I had to swing to Regina's side. "Edward." I said, "You do know her." "No, you don't!" Daniel said vehemently, "We do not know her!" "Edward, think about her face, who does Regina remind you of?" "I.... I don't know." he replied but I could see that he was struggling to remember. I saw Daniel move toward Edward and moved between them. Daniel's anger flared as he glared at me and then I understood what was happening. "Daniel, you are to kill your brother aren't you?" I asked. "But you don't want to." His look of anger was replaced with one of shock. "How do you know that?" he asked. "I just do." I replied. "We don't have much time; I am going to tell you how you know Regina." I could feel Micah's presence, my time was about up. "Regina is your sister. She was brought here by Micah Lannister to be forced into marriage." Edward was the first of the two to believe me; Daniel needed a little more convincing. "Think about it, she has a familial resemblance to the both of you and Daniel; if you're honest with yourself you will admit that you know her." I said. "She doesn't want to marry Micah?" Edward asked. "No she doesn't, our time is up so you must decide, are you going to continue to follow a vampire that controls your thoughts or are you going to go with what you know to be true?" All of a sudden, Daniel was holding his head and moaning. Micah. I touched Daniel's head and commanded the pain to return to its sender, a moment later we all heard a loud moan. I had stalled Micah for just a moment. "What will it be?" I asked and then thought it prudent that they know that I would kill the both of them if I had to and while I would feel badly for Regina, I would feel no guilt whatsoever. "What do you want us to do?" Edward asked. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Daniel, he was still undecided. It was Edward who turned the tide in Regina's favor. "Danny come on, let's get her out of here and we'll figure the rest out later." Daniel hesitated for another few seconds and then nodded. \*\*\*\*\*\* Micah She is quite beautiful but I can tell that she'll have to learn a few things about obedience; her impertinence is the result of living without my influence for too long and her language! Soon she will be the perfect mate as my mother became the perfect mate to my father. Just so you don't think that I was a total jackass, I was truly sorry that Tremaine disobeyed me and touched her, it is only for that reason that I have been so lenient with her. I also knew that when I sent Tremaine out alone that he was going to die. Let's face it, either I was going to kill him or I could let someone else do it. Tremaine hadn't been gone for very long before I got the report of his death but I wasn't surprised or worried, Tremaine had called in reinforcements and I called in more. I heard the stories about Delgado and I didn't believe half of them so there was no way that he was going to get past all of my guards. I made Regina her drink and offered her a seat. That she took the chair across from me was of no matter, after Delgado was taken care of, we would begin to work on what her role was and sitting across the room from me was not one of them. Her place was at my side and never to leave it unless I have her permission to do so, it was going to be a pleasure taming her to the point where she was compliant but not broken- I like a little feistiness. I was just beginning to explain things to her when I sensed Delgado and someone else-Gremlin nearby. Gremlin's betrayal was now complete, I then became a little more concerned, I knew of Gremlin's abilities and they weren't exaggerated. That one such as he would aid one who was not of his kind was unheard of, something happened that brought the two of them together and I knew what it was. Regina's cousin Annie and Gremlin had mated making Regina one of his to protect and by extension an ally to Delgado. There was trouble brewing elsewhere in my house, Edward was remembering Regina and that couldn't happen especially not now. Once again it hit me that I had deemed the wrong brother stronger, Edward of the two was the stronger of the two mentally. I had allowed his quiet and reticent mannerisms to deceive me and it was too late to rectify that, the only solution was to have Daniel kill him so I gave the order. It was perhaps ten minutes later when I sensed Delgado in the house; he had managed to get past all of the guards! I grabbed Regina and took her to the other side of the house and called ten guards to watch the bedroom from the front and there were another ten on the ground and in the trees. I ordered one to sit in the room with her with orders not to touch her unless she was going to do something stupid like jump out of the window. After taking her to the room and giving her a direct command I left the room in search of Delgado. \*\*\*\*\*\* Edward Sister? She was out sister? That explained why I had such a strong feeling that I knew her and that was enough for me. Daniel on the other hand wasn't entirely convinced; I could see him fighting against what he knew to be true. I hoped for his sake that he believed the little vampire because I had no doubt that he would kill Daniel without hesitation. I knew that Daniel was trying to remember when he grabbed his head and moaned. Micah was blocking him but when Delgado took the pain away and sent it back to Micah, he made a believer out of Daniel, when we heard Micah's moans of pain coning from the other side of the house, we were both convinced. The question now was what did Delgado want us to do? Daniel God I wished that Eddie and I had talked before then! Actually what I should have said is I wished that I had listened to him about the woman-Regina. I don't know what we could have done but .... At any rate, it took some convincing but I finally believed after Delgado took away the pain in my head. I still found it hard to believe that this little vampire was the one that had Micah so spooked. We heard Micah from coming from the other side of the house and then his moans, we didn't have much time. "What do you want from us?" I asked. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Finally Daniel believed me. "Get your sister out of here and back to the Royal Sonesta." I said. "Take her back to the room that she stayed in when you were last there and do not allow her to leave. You will be accompanied by one called Gremlin and you may have to compel her to sleep." Remembering how she woke up from the previous compulsion, I added a warning. "She has a very strong mind so beware." Micah had recovered and was coming our way. "Go!" I said and we all vanished from where we were. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Micah They were on the other side of the house; if luck was with me maybe Delgado would kill both brothers and save me the mess. I hadn't gotten far when a pain tore through my head, it was the deterrent pain that my family had given to Regina and her brothers. "Son of a bitch!" I moaned as I clutched my head and waited for the pain to recede. As soon as it had receded enough that I could think I took off to what would be the brothers' rooms. I opened the doors to find both of them gone. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I looked at the vampire who wouldn't tell me his name and he looked back at me his face expressionless. When I went back to the window he didn't move and I wondered why. I had my answer a moment later; there were vampires in the trees and on the ground so even if I had jumped I would have been caught. Suddenly, my silent guard tensed and looked back at the door, something was happening on the other side of it. I watched as he pursed his lips and whistled. By the time he was finished; three more guards were in the room with us. "What's going on?" I asked not really expecting an answer. "Go to the bathroom and do not come out." he told me. When I didn't move, he nodded to a guard who grabbed me none too gently and tossed me into the bathroom locking the door behind him. I heard muffled voices and then I heard the sounds of furniture being thrown and of things hitting the walls. I got into the huge bathtub and covered my ears to block out the cries of pain. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I helped the brothers clear the hall where several guards were watching a room. "She is in there." I told them. "Get her to the hotel and do not let her leave." I vanished to what would have been Micah's office, poured myself a drink, sat at his desk and propped my feet up. I took a sip of the drink, made my exact whereabouts known and waited. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Micah "Damn it!" I swore. For the second time everything regarding my marriage to Regina was going to hell. Delgado had managed to sway Edward and Daniel to his side. I know this because if that hadn't been the case, they would be at my side looking for instructions. I knew where they were going, they were going to get Regina and Delgado was with them. The brothers were excellent fighters, I made sure of that but they wouldn't be able to defeat the ten guards that were blocking the door to Regina's room without help. I vanished to the room to see what I had expected, all ten guards were dead and the door was wide open. I went into the room to find six more dead guards and no Regina. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* All of a sudden, it was quiet and to be honest with you, that silence scared me more than the ruckus did. I cowered in the tub with my arms over my head not moving even when my name was called. "Regina." a familiar yet strange voice called to me. "You have to come with us now." I didn't move. I didn't want to see what my brothers had become. "Now! Regina!" another voice said. "Delgado sent us to get you out of here." Delgado? I slowly looked up to see my brothers. Both of them were covered with blood from the fight outside of the room and still I didn't move. "Fuck it!" Daniel said and the next thing I knew, I was being carried, slung across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and then it was lights out. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Gremlin I knew where they were holding Regina by the amount of guards that lingered in the trees and on the ground. Did Lannister really think that these could stop me? I cleared the tree first and then the ground before checking on Delgado's progress. He had found the brothers and I needed to be on the look out for them, once I found them I was to leave with them, he would join us later. I didn't question him on his decision; I too knew of Delgado and wasn't too concerned about him. If he needed help he would let me know. Twenty minutes later I saw two vampires one of them with someone draped over his shoulder running out of the house at top speed. That had to be them. I vanished to their side and nodded at them, Delgado had already informed then of my presence. One of them, the one not carrying Regina wanted to go back to assist Delgado but I wouldn't let him. "You are needed here; Delgado is more than capable of taking care of himself." He gave me a dubious look but let the subject drop. \*\*\*\*\*\* I continued to wait, Regina was now safe and on her way back to New Orleans. I know this because I felt her heading away from here with Gremlin and her brothers. I could now concentrate on the matter at hand. Micah Lannister. I finished the drink and leaned back in his chair waiting for him to come to me. The door opened and a very angry Micah Lannister stood there glaring at me.

Title: Fur Kingdom---CH.1 by becker587 Tags: Adventure, Fox, Near Future, Wolf The entire premise for this story came from a dream I had one night. I enjoyed the dream so much I thought I should change it into a full length, multi chapter tale. The first chapter might have extended a little bit, coming up at just over 7 pages long. But I needed to get the foundation laid out. The rest of the chapters shouldn't be this long. Fur Kingdom Chapter 1 In the not so distant future of 2065, a new gene sprang up and spread faster then any scientist could control. No one could agree upon the origin of the gene, in fact the only thing people could agree on was what it did to you. In a world were humans were in control, new fur-covered babies were being born. Furries, they called them. Only about one in 10,000 was born with the unique gene. However if two furs were to mate, the outcome was always another fur. The interesting thing is the range of types that exist. There doesn't seem to be any one determining factor that will lead to what type you, but once you are born with the gene. There is no going back. Naturally, with anything that is different, there was huge civil rights movements and hate crimes committed to the fur population on a daily basis. Some cities it was so bad you couldn't be seen in public without being beaten or assaulted in some way. Large groups of the furs would meet and march asking for equal rights and freedoms that all the humans received since through some technicalities and corruption in the government; furs were not covered by all the rights and freedoms expressed in the constitution. It wasn't until late 2082 that the largest movement took place. One that opened everyone's eyes to the poor treatment furs received up until that point. One man started the largest hate group against furs that was ever set up; having some 200,000 members and constantly growing. A large number of furs, the actual number was never released by government officials, was collected in the cities that hated them the most. No one said anything, they were just happy for the streets to be clean again. The group, who had the named Furban coined by the local newspapers, waited until midnight one night with all the furs locked in cages. The Furbanners emptied all the captives into a small central ring with most of the members sitting around the outer edges observing the act like it was a show just for them. Once all the captives were forced into the ring, the true punishment started. All the members in the stands started to throw whatever they had into the ring, giving each other high fives if the landed a hit on a fur. After they all had their fun, the gates around the ring opened again allowing dozens of mad dogs in and around the furs. In no time the slaughter had begun, and all the while the stands were in an uproar cheering on the dogs. All hope seemed lost, like the Furban was going to get away with such a horrible act, but the sky suddenly was bright with police helicopters surround the ring and shining lights on all the Furbanners. The largest arrest in 30 years was made as well over 25,000 people were put in handcuffs and escorted to various prisons around the US. Each with nothing less then a life sentence for the crimes against the group as a whole. There was many more that made a quick escape, but there wasn't much heard from Furban after that day, and as a good turn out from the incident; new laws and restrictions were made to amend the constitution. From 2083 and on, all furs were protected under all laws that humans were. After a few more years' tensions between furs and humans started to die down. There were still a few hard spots in some cities were racisms toward furs was just as strong as in the past. Most of the time someone who escaped the prosecution of Furban lived there. But nothing as major as the incident took place again. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* June 27 2099 Ryan awoke much earlier today then he normally. Ever since he had graduated, he enjoyed sleeping in everyday until around 4pm and stay up until 4am. But today was different, today was his 18th birthday. He quickly flipped the light switch next to his bed revealing a rather bright light right above his head. His arms shifted over his eyes until he could finally adjust the new light. He had a small room, but nothing he ever complained about. His bed was pressed into one corner, away from the window, with plain sheets and one pillow. He never got many luxuries even though his parents were well off from their jobs. Adjacent the bed was a closet filled with clothes. Not on hangers and neatly stacked however. No, all in one big pile on the floor. Ryan like it like that, and his parents just stopped trying to make him clean it. After he could look around without squinting, he pressed a button on a stand next to his bed. The wall in front of him jumped to life after the button was pressed, and his favorite T.V. station was still on from last night. As he watched the T.V. he kept looking over his arms at the white Fur that covered them. The same white fur that covered the rest of his body. Not one black or gray hair shown. He was a solid white wolf. Even though he had a lot of the basic genetics for a wolf, he wasn't very well built. He stood up at a full height of 5' 10", but he only weighted around 135 lbs. He was still strong in his legs as he ran a lot. As his usual T.V. watching rituals would go, he reached under the covers and started to play with his tail. He couldn't tell why, but liked to play with his tail. Ryan was special. He wasn't like any of the other kids from his school, or in the city for that matter. He was a natural born fur. Both his parents were human and carried the gene for fur. Only a one in 10,000 chance to have a fur kid, but somehow they managed. Ryan knew he was different because he was the only fur in the entire city. He lived in a small house in a suburb with hardly any room between the houses to breath. But he was used to it, since he had lived there his entire life. He could never tell that the other humans in the city would look at him strangely when he would walk around the streets. For you see he lived in the city were the Furban started. No furs ever even toured the place. It was just a bad omen for furs to be there, and yet here he was a natural born fur from one of the longest living families in the area. No one could say anything to him since his parents' status, but that doesn't mean they had to like him. All through school he was picked on the worst from other kids. Even the lunch ladies would only give him half portions of food. Some nights he would even come home in tears from what the other kids would do and say to him. But every time his parents were able to calm him down and convince him that kids are just like that in school, its normal. However both of them knew the real reason he was picked on the most, and secretly they were a little ashamed of being the only people in the entire city to have a fur kid. Ryan was finally free. No more school, no more mean kids to torment him, and no more humiliating walks through the city. He was quite content with just sitting in his room for the rest of his life, although he knew this wasn't possible. So he was just waiting until he turned 18 so he could leave this city and move someplace where he might be a little more accepted. He was going to break it to his parents that same day. As he watched the T.V. bounce around with each movement from the show, a sudden beep was heard at the door. He could tell at once that it was his parents coming in to see him. Probably from all the noise the T.V. was making. "Yes?" he asked toward the door. "May we come in son? There is something we need you do," the response came almost as quick, but didn't wait for a response as the door slide open reliving both his parents standing in the door way. They made their way across the floor to Ryan bed promptly sitting on the side. "Do you know what today is dear?" he heard his mom ask giving a wide smile. Ryan crawled up from under the covers sitting down and shaking his head happily. Ryan's dad's eyes looking down at his son but looked away again toward the wall. "Um, son. Maybe you should put some pants on...," he had said in a somewhat shaky voice. He had always seemed to talk a little different when he would talk to Ryan. Ryan had always noticed, but passed it off like it was nothing. Ryan looked down to a rather exposed sheath and then blushing brightly. He never really felt bad when someone saw him naked because he felt like his sheath was more covering then most humans had, yet he was still a little embarrassed to be sitting naked in from of his parents, and he hoped they wouldn't see the stains still around his sheath. His paws quickly ran around under his covers looking for his shorts he kicked off last night. When he felt the elastic band on the tip of his paw he wrapped around it, pulling it out, and quickly slipping it on like nothing happened. Even letting out a little chuckle. His dad let out a long sigh before turning back around to look at his son. "We need a few things from the stores to help make your cake. We thought it would be best if you go get them so we can arrange the house for you by time you get back," his bad had explained. Ryan just let out a long sigh before nodding. He didn't really want to go to the store, especially if one of the boys he knew from school was working today. But it would seem he didn't have a choice. After his parents left the room he went to work through his clothes. He sprung off his bed into a pile of clothes on the floor starting to spread them out all over the floor, but making sure to sniff each one until he found some that were clean. He pulled on the shirt and pants, which had a special hole he had cut out in the back to allow his tail to fit through. After a few touches in the washroom he was bounding out the door toward the store just wanting to get this little trip of his done. It was only a five-minute walk to the store from his house, but it felt longer. All the neighbors did their usual staring to him as he went by. It just ignored them all and focused on moving toward the store faster. It was like clock work for him to get to the store. Left on the first street and straight down the road until the store is on the left side. For some reason or another, the walk seemed to be taking longer today. It might have been all the extra stares he was getting from the people around the city. He was used to a few whenever he would go out, but it seemed almost all of them were watching him this time. What seemed like ages, he finally arrived at the local store. Standing in the parking lot he looked up at the sign reading it to himself, much like he would do every time he was there. "Jimmys." He never understood the name since the owner was named Jack. If someone was driving by and saw the name "Jimmys" they probably wont think its a grocery store, but it didn't bother him any so he continued into the double doors that opened automatically once he stepped on the black pad in front. Once inside he could see the bright florescent lighting burring his eyes some. He couldn't help but twitch his tail some as he adjusted to the new light, quickly drawling attention to himself. "Oh, it's you.....great," he heard from a guy behind the register. He could tell right away from the voice that it was the one in fact he wished wasn't there on this day. The biggest bully he had to face at school. All his friends called him Bert, but Ryan thought that just calling him a dick suited him much better. "......Hi Bert...," he found himself responding even thought he didn't want to. "What are you doing here little furface" Ryan never had a reason why, but being called furface made him ready to bust out and thrash at Bert until he couldn't any longer, and Bert could tell too. Yet he always found a way to hold back his anger. "Nothing to do with you Bert, I'm just here to pick up a few things...." Ryan responded while walking toward the back of the store, but making sure to hold his middle digit up on his paw in plain view for Bert as he left. Finally getting the few things he needed, he took a double check to make sure he got it all. Out of his back pocket came a small piece of paper with words scribbled into a list. "Lets see.... Eggs, check......Milk, check.......Cookie Dough, hehe check," he knew the last thing wasn't on the list, but it wasn't his money. Besides all the evidence would be gone before he made it back home anyway. As he approached the checkout lines, he made sure to go through the line farthest from Bert, and to his luck the exit door was on the same side. With the items scanned, placed into a bag, and the money traded, Ryan started to pad out of the store to make his way home. First he made sure to reach into the bag and pull out the tube of cookie dough. The top was pushed into his maw as he took a bite around the top pulling the plastic wrap off and suckling on the sugary food. The walk back home was a lot more enjoyable and quicker, mostly from the added bonus of having the snack in his paw the whole time taking his attention off the people staring at him. Closer to home he smelled a faint scent of smoke. Being so intent on his dough he just took a few sniffs while keeping his maw over the remaining sweetness. "Someone is burning wood again," he thought to himself finding that the added smell of a wood fire was making the cookie dough not as pleasant as before. With he was finally able to make the only turn on his trip he stopped in his track, dropping what groceries were still in his paws. For directly in front of him was his house, fully ablaze from one end to the other. Police cares and fire trucks were lining up in front trying to fight the blaze. The fire wasn't even what stuck out the most to him. No, it was the two white body bags that were being pulled aside from the blaze and placed into a black car. His heart stopped for a few minutes. Thoughts rushed through his head. Was those his parents in the bags, did he start the fire, was this even his house. He just happened to look down and see one of the police officers showing his picture to a neighbor. The neighbor nodding and pointing toward the store he had gone to. Ryan panicked and started breathing even heavier. Were they accusing him of the fire? He didn't give himself time to think as he took off running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. A quick outcome came to mind for him. It consisted of him either getting out of this city or being arrested for starting a fire he couldn't have done. He thought it best to leave the city, so he starting making his way to the train depot. After a nonstop 20 minute run, Ryan arrived at the station more winded then he had ever been. He made sure to rest some before going in. Upon sitting down on the ledge right outside of the doors he suddenly got a memory of long ago. Back when he was a lot smaller then he was now. Sitting on the same stone block he was now, only then his parents were smiling and laughing beside him. Now he was alone. This was the first time the thought of his parents maybe being dead sank into him. They might have been ashamed at times, and avoid talking to him if they could, but they were still the only people he knew in this world that was nice to him. It was tough being the only fur for miles. Once Ryan was able to regain his composure, he stood up making his way to the door. Coming up to the entrance he saw the doors slide open for him, he tilted his head a little as there wasn't any strip under his feet. He just accepted it and walked through. Once he entered, however, a voice came through the speakers. "Welcome Ryan Cummings, are you were for an arrival or for departure?" Ryan had never been inside the train station before, just waited outside for family and friends to come out. He laid his ears back feeling a little uncomfortable with the voice knowing more about him then he thought it should. "Um.... Departure?" "Confirmed, new departures should take the left hall to gate A," the voice responded. Ryan kept his eyes locked on the speakers around him, but started to walk down the hall. He didn't want to remain any longer then he had to. The hall wasn't that long, but he still had time to think more about what all had just happened. His eyes remained on the blue carpeting stretching from one end of the hall to the other. The whole time his tail swaying around nervously. He had to get out of town yes, but where would he go. He didn't know where any family lived, even if he did; no one liked him. He was too different. He was taken aback when he heard someone say something. "Where would you like to travel today Mr. Cummings?" another voice came from a control box. "Well, do I have to have a place to go, cant I just get on and ride until I feel like I want to get off?" he asked back. "Error, invalided selection, please choose again." He was about to get frustrated with the machine until a train arrived behind him. As he turned to look he saw something he had only wished for he entire life. Out of the train came many Humans, but one different. One was a bright red furred Fox. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off the fox as it exited the train. The fox had noticed the shorter Wolf staring back at him giving a small smile while approaching. "Well, well I guess I'm not the only one stupid enough to come here after all," the fox said to Ryan giving away the fact that he was male. "Huh... what are you talking about?" Ryan felt really confused yet happy to see another fur for once in his life. "This town, boy, no fur should ever have to be here. Don't you know anything," the fox making sure to sound as sarcastic as possible. "Well I um, live here. Or at least I did live here. Or something," Ryan was too dumbfounded to respond like he wanted to. "Live here?! Why on earth would any fur want to live here. This place is horrible," the sincerity in his eyes made Ryan calm down some more. "Look I cant really stay here and talk, there was just an accident, now I have no where to live. I have to leave here quick," Ryan felt his ears lay down some as he looked toward the floor. "Hmm, need a place to live you say, what if I told you I know a place, you might like it. It's for furs only. There are lots of us there. And you get to live for free?" the fox's tail starting to pick up a pace of swinging as his interested in the wolf increased. Ryan felt his ears suddenly perk up straight as he locked eyes with the fox again. "Are you serious?" Ryan didn't even care; he just wanted somewhere to go. The fox gave a few nods seeing the wolf was really taking into his offer. "Fine ill do it!" "Excellent," the fox made it clear he was happy as he turned to the control panel. "Two tickets to Skylark town please" "Confirmed, please enjoy your ride," two tickets stuck out of the bottom slot while the voice responded to the fox. "Well kid, my name is Dale, how about you?" the fox asked as he grabbed the tickets and began leading Ryan toward the already docked train. "My name is Ryan..... Thanks for all the help" "Oh don't worry about it kid, I'm sure we will see a lot more of each other from here on out," the fox gave a small smile leading Ryan into the train with a paw wrapped around his shoulder. Once in side the doors closed and the train shot off on the moveable tracks toward Skylark town. Things might look like they aren't the best in the world for poor little Ryan, but they will get better. I promise ^-^ if there is anything that can be bettered about the story in general or poor writing styles. Please let me know so I can correct them for future chapters.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation Text: From the outside, it was bland and ugly. A huge, grey block of a building, fully one hundred and fifty feet on a side, and about one hundred feet tall, it sat there with nothing aesthetic to recommend it. Some sort of heavy machinery, like large air conditioning units, covered the roof, and from the street, only one, small door was visible. There were no windows on any of it's unadorned sides, and only a smallish brass plaque gave any clue as to the contents. It could have been a warehouse, save that warehouses were not built so heavily, and it could have been a bomb shelter, save that shelters were not so large. In fact, so unremarkable was its appearance, that none of the building's neighbors (all industrial plants and factories of various sorts) ever gave any thought to it at all. The brass plaque had three circles engraved on it, each larger than the last, almost touching. Below that was the word (or name, perhaps?) BEBIC, in strong capital letters. Nothing else. One morning, an hour or two before lunch, a small white sports coupe came speeding up before the BEBIC building. It was travelling perhaps a bit too fast, as if to make the somewhat depressing industrial surroundings pass more quickly. It pulled to a stop precisely in front of the gray block, where a small bit of while lettering on the sidewalk said "Reserved". Two people got out of the car, each dressed in a plain white lab coat. Following the two to the door, an observant person might note that one of the two was a man, the other a woman. The man was broad shouldered, solidly built, with brown hair and a reddish beard. Dark glasses hid his eyes. The woman was somewhat shorter, with lengthy black hair, and a figure the lab coat could not completely hide. The same observer might have noted while the man was wearing corduroy pants and loafers, the woman appeared to be bare-legged under her lab coat, and was only wearing sandals more suited to the beach than an industrial workplace. The man pulled on the plaque, revealing a small numbered panel. The woman took a key from her pocket and put it into the lock on the door. Quickly, the man typed a lengthy series of numbers into the panel and swung the plaque shut. As he did, there was a buzzing noise, and the woman quickly turned her key, and the door swung open. Inside was cool darkness. The two entered, and the door swung shut behind them. Helia and Glenn moved by memory, flipping lights on, and turning a few rheostats. The small room they were in lit up like a control room, ready to launch a rocket. One after another, screens with all sorts of graphical displays lit up, and from beyond a large, thick-paned window, reinforced with bars, overhead fixtures lit up the immense remaining space, bigger than a football field. The huge room was nearly empty, with a few small wheeled carts and a chair near the center, seemingly lost in all that space. Glenn picked up a clipboard lying on what appeared to be the main control desk, studied it a moment, and made a few notes. Helia opened the heavy, pressure sealed door, that led to the larger room, and looked back at Glenn, expectantly. He grinned at her, happily, almost with the same look a child gives in a candy store, and motioned the woman through the door first, then followed, still with the clipboard. The two walked out to the collection of equipment in the center of the room. "Well, Madame President, for the record, you do have the material we're supposed to test?" Glenn asked. "As you know full well, I'm wearing it, my dear CEO. Shall we get with the testing?" Helia replied, smiling at Glenn's eager expression. "Surely! If you could, umm, disrobe?" Helia slowly unbuttoned her lab coat, turning with unconscious grace, such a simple act, into something erotic and sensuous. She unbuttoned the first few buttons, turning slightly as she did so, presenting a three-quarters profile to Glenn. Her lips parted slightly, and she breathed in, slowly, as if she wasn't just breathing, but drinking a fine wine. She rolled her shoulders back, and her bust lifted, becoming more prominent as she emphasized it. As the lab coat pulled open, Glenn could see she was wearing a blue bikini top underneath it. Helia turned back to Glenn, and finished unbuttoning the coat, revealing that all she wore under it was the top and bottom halves of this blue bikini. It was royal blue in color, and shiny, as if it were wet. It was a classic design, with two simple triangles of fabric for the top, held on and together with slender straps of the same material. While it was generously sized, it still fell short of covering her GG cup breasts completely. The bottoms were of the same design...close, but not quite a thong..and what little it did conceal caused the imagination to run to a fever pitch. She ran her hands along her body...from her knees, up her thighs to her ass, where she paused to adjust the fabric, then back up, along her belly, to her breasts. These, she cupped a moment, and gave a little bounce and squeeze, before continuing up to the back of her neck, where Helia lifted the midnight mane of her hair for a moment. She smiled, a small, quiet smile, as she heard Glenn's breathing become a bit more labored, and she gave a full body shimmy, before standing back quietly, hands at her sides. Glenn swallowed hard, and made a visible effort to regain control over himself. "Uh-o..kay, dear...um...right. Let's get started, before I havea heart attack, eh?" He waled over to the nearest of the two carts, and picked up something that looked not unlike a SCUBA respirator, save that it was smaller, and had it's own elastic strap. Helia nodded. "Whenever you're ready, honey." She licked her lips once, so they had a similar sheen as her suit, and waited for Glenn to approach. Glenn walked around behind Helia and started to put the device over her nose and mouth. She helped by lifting her hair out of the way of the strap, which went around the back of her head., and was tightened until it fit snugly. Of course, in doing so, he did get a perfect view, over her shoulder of the full expanse of her breasts from the top, as well as a dark chasm of cleavage that just invited him to explore it. Helia felt him grow harder, where he pressed against her backside, and Glenn, noticing this too, tried to pull away. Helia, however, had other plans. She quickly reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his hips, and pulled him forward. Then she pushed backwards with her hips, grinding him into her soft, voluptuous rump. Glenn could have pulled free quickly, but somehow, he lost the will to do so. However, after a little while of this soft, intense massage, he breathed into Helia's ear,"Hon...sh--shouln't we b-be working?" Helia released Glenn by the simple expedient of releasing her grip, and thrusting back with her hips one last time, making him stumble back a bit. His eyes focussed on her ass, following it carefully as it waved a bit in front of him, the shiny blue fabric not even making a token attempt to cover the majority of her rump. Glenn walked back around in front of Helia, somewhat stifflegged, and sweating a trifle. He picked up a small computer-like device, and tapped a few of the buttons on it's face. He didn't look up from what he held as he spoke, "Initial Elasticity Test, one thousand mililiters on each side. Helia, dear, if you could do your thing? I'll let you know when to stop."He paused for a second, then said "Go!" Since he was so carefully paying attention to the numbers on the display in front of him, Glenn saw nothing of Helia as she began the test. She rolled her shoulders back, standing at her full height, and began to pull air through the small device over her mouth, which measured the volume of her intake. There was a sound not unlike Darth Vader breathing, as she sucked air through the mouthpiece. Normally, as one breathes, the chest rises and falls with the diaphragm, which, on occasion, can lead to spectacular views of well endowed women. However, Helia wasn't following the normal pattern. She took a deep breath, her chest rose...and then she took another deep breath. She never exhaled. Her breasts filled out with each breath, becoming larger and fuller with each. They began to swell more and more spherical, resembling a child's ball, molded out of human flesh. Her nipples thrust outwards into the fabric of the suit, rising to promenance and matching her breasts' growth. And the suit? It somehow stretched with her, matching her expansion so that proportionally as much breast was covered as before. This meant, of course, that as Helia grew, more and more tanned flesh became visible, but Glenn was purposefully oblivious, focussing on his device. Even the straps of the suit stretched easily and proportionally, until Glenn's readout beeped, and he said "Stop!" "That's got it lover...an even thousand cubic centimeters in each--Holy Shit!" Glenn exclaimed, finally looking up from the device in his hand. In the few seconds that his attention had been focussed down, Helia's breasts had nearly doubled in size...making her larger than all but the very largest of the sillicone-bloated strippers in the magazines which he no longer had a reason to read. She stood facing him, hands on her full, womanly hips, and a small smile on her lips, hidden behind the air-flow counter. The readout slipped from Glenn's fingers and clattered noisiliy on the floor. The loud sound served to break the spell that Helia was casting over her lover, and Glenn shook himself, as if rising from a trance. "How does it feel, sweety?" Helia pulled the mouthpiece off over her head and glided over to a cart, setting it down there. The motion caused her to move in fascinating ways, swollen breasts undulating with each step and bobbing a bit as she stopped at the cart. "Feel?" she asked, archly. "I -feel- wonderful, of course. I -love- growing so big and sexy...." Her hand stroked the exaggerated curve of one breast, lingering as she came to the end of the arc, knowing Glenn wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. "You could feel me for yourself, Mister-Scientific-Detchament, if you wanted." "If I did that, we might have to finish these tests another time...and you were the one who wanted a new swimsuit for when we go down to Buckroe next week. Come on, how does the suit feel?" Helia paused a moment, the sexy pout gone from her face for a moment as she considered the question. "Actually, it feels just the same...doesn't feel stretched out at all." She reached forward...further forward than before, and placed a finger under the hem of one of the bra cups. Helia pulled her finger a bit away from her breast, and the fabric stretched easily with her, then snapped back when she pulled her finger back. A small tremor rippled through the supple flesh of her breast. Glenn watched hungrily. "Feels just as elastic as when we started.", she said. Glenn bent over to pick up the handheld computer and placed it on the cart next to the respirator-sensor, eyes somehow never straying from Helia's expansive chest. Likewise without looking, he retreived the clipboard and made some notes. Of course, Helia -did- have to remind him to turn it so the paper was on the upper side, but anyone can make mistakes. "Hmmmm..the color looks the tiniest bit faded...makes sense as your breast volume about doubled..and the area the suit had to cover went up by an exponential value of two-thirds....", Glenn muttered as he scribbled. Helia just smiled to herself again. She knew Glenn was just trying to distract himself by dredging up technical jargon. She also knew that in the long run, it didn't have a prayer of working. Clearing her throat, she reminded him that he should get the second part of the testing ready. Glenn jotted down a last few notes, taking the extra time to compose himself before looking back up at Helia's exaggeratedly voluptuous form. She was just standing there, smiling at him as though she could see every lustful thought he was having...and she probably could, having known him for quite some time. So he looked away again, this time down the the lower shelf on the larger of the two carts. There, he pulled out a tank that resembled a pair of two-liter bottles in size, and some sort of compact, if heavy, machine. Glenn set about connecting the two with hoses he pulled from the other cart. Finished, he checked a few dials, and turned on a switch. The machine began making chugging noises, and the needle on one of the dials began to steadily go up. Glenn began speaking again, more to himself and his voice recorder, than for any need to tell Helia what was happening. "This is actually a test in two parts, to determine how the fabric responds to other types of stress. The first part will actually be a continuation of the first one, except that your growth will be much more rapid and extreme." The two of them flashed identical hungry smiles at each other when "growth" and "extreme" left his mouth. "It will do so by building up considerable pressure, mixing it with the tank of water, and blasting the spray into you. This means the growth will be very rapid, and it will also give your breasts considerable mass, in the form of water, for the second half of the test." "And that second half," Helia interrupted, "is where I get my best to make any hula dancer eat her skirt, right? Let's get to it, then!" The compressor on the cart chirped once, as if to echo Helia's sentiments and to say that it too was ready to go. Glenn uncoiled a hose from the compressor, and motioned towards the chair. Helia nodded, then picked the flow monitor back up from the cart, and waled over to the chair. In doing so, she swayed not -too- much more than she had to, but she knew the effects would not be lost on her partner. She seated herself, and put the monitor back on. Glenn quickly looked elsewhere becore she could lift her arms to do so, lest the sight call off the test entirely. Once that was in place, Glenn took the end of the hose over to Helia and connected it to the intake port on the monitor. Once fully set up, he hurried back to the compressor and waited for Helia's "hi-sign". He didn't have long to wait. Helia concentrated on that part of herself, deep inside, that allowed her to inflate. When it was in readiness (always easy when she was aroused, as she was now), she gave Glenn the thumbs-up. Instantly, Glenn punched a button on the compressor's case, and stared avidly at Helia...or more precisely, her bust. The compressor whirred, and Helia's cheeks bulged out with the sudden surge of pressure. However, that was not all that bulged. In the span of seconds, the air that the machine had compressed, plus the water in the tanks, had been pumped into Helia's breasts. They swelled out unbelievably, becoming fuller and rounder than before. Within the first second, she was larger than any feature dancer, tight with sillicone, had ever been. By the time the third second had been reached, she was bigger than any recorded case of macromastia in the world, except much firmer and rounder. When the fifth second had ended, and the compressor was sputtering, empty, Helia could only be compared to fantasies. In those five seconds, her breasts had sweeled outwards wider than her elbows could span, and far enough forward that she could no longer see the top front swells of her tits. Her smooth, tanned skin shook minutely with each breath and slight movement she made. Amazingly, despite her incredible and rapid expansion, Helia's skin did not look unduly tight or shiny under the pressure that was filling her out. She just looked bigger than any other woman on the Earth...which was natural, because at that moment, she was. For just a moment, her eyes half-closed and her hands lightly stroked the bared skin around the outside of her breasts. She slowly reached back around her immense breasts, and pulled the hose/respirator off. "Whufff. That's -always- a rush! Did you get the results you wanted?" Glenn picked up the readout, and "hmm-ed" a second. "Ah, there we are! Yes, seventy-five hundred millilliters in each breast, with two thousand of that being water. Ready for a hand up?" Helia shook her head. "I think I can manage, this time." She leaned back a moment, lifting the swollen orbs of her breasts for a moment, and slipped her arms beneath them for support. Then she leaned back forward just enough to get momentum and stood, quickly. Her massive breasts wobbled and swayed a bit, but her arms supported her enough that it was minimal. Glenn watched as her hands, so small against the huge expanse of flesh, each kneaded a breast, and knew that what he wanted, more than anything at the moment, was to do the same. Once on her feet, Helia waited for a moment to let the vibrations within her body die down , then said "Ok, Glenn...how did the suit hold up? I, uhm, I can't see it from back here any more...." Glenn's jaw worked for a short time, but now sounds came out. Finally, with an obvious effort he pulled his eyes from Helia's bust to her face and said, nearly coherently, "Uhh...What?" Helia smiled with equal parts exasperation and amusement, and repeated her question. This time, Glenn heard her, and gave the suit a cafeful once-over. "It looks just fine from here. Expansion of the material is on a par with your own. Maybe a trifle less, but you're still covered enough for the public eye. It's definitely faded a bit as it stretched, but that's normal, and it's not quite as shiny. You know....this might just be the stuff we've been looking for after all!" Helia nodded, and her breasts picked up on the motion enough to silence Glenn for a moment. "Well, maybe," she said. "But we still have two more tests to run before we can be sure...and I've got an idea for a third test that I'd like to give it after this one. Don't want to count your melons before they're grown, you know!" Glenn stifled a snicker. "What's this new test you came up with...and does it need any special equipment? We are on a bit of a schedule here, if we're going to get this fabric in production." "No....nothing special...in fact, after the inertial resistance test, I think that would be the perfect time...and I think I'm about the right size for it as well.. Ok...on with the show, so to speak!" Glenn stepped back about 10 feet, while Helia moved the chair out of the area. He grabbed a high speed digital camera is he passed the second cart, and turned it on as he moved. Helia, now surrounded by nothing but space, arched her back slightly, and gyrated in place a little. The resulting motions could have been used as illustrations for earthquake movies. Glenn caught an image every half second on the camera. As the test continued, Helia's motions got wilder and wilder, bouncing up and down, swaying side to side, and jiggling in all directions. The water in Helia's breasts gave an added force to her movements, one that normal swimsuits, even if they came in Helia's currently outrageous size, could not withstand. Finally, slightly out of breath, Helia wobbled to a stop. Amazingly, the suit was still intact. True, one nipple had popped free of the confines of the fabric, but after a performance like that, any woman with any breasts at all would have experienced the same thing. "Wh--well?" She asked. "How did it do?" "Marvelously!" he replied. "Doesn't look like it was overstressed at all...and that's a compliment to the seamstress, as well! Although...you know...." his voice trailed off. Helia looked concerned. "What?" "You know, if I were just to sell these pics across the 'Net, we'd never have funding troubles again!" Helia growled in mock-anger, and made as if to swing a fist at him...clearly an impossible prospect, as her breasts were far too large for her to get close enough to make that a serious threat. Glenn just laughed and grinned. "Just kidding! I'll geet some of the better ones printed out and put in your scrapbook for a rainy Sunday afternoon, or something." "Or.....something." she agreed. "So, what's this new test you want to run?" Glenn asked. "Well," she said, "it occurred to me that there are times I'd need to get dressed -after- I've already...grown. So I wanted to see how well the suit would react to my taking it off and putting it back on." "So what do I do?" "Just stand in front of me, while I take this thing off. I suspect I'll needs a hand or two to put it back on. But then, if this were a real life situation, I'm sure I could count on your help no matter what." If Glenn had been watching Helia's face instead of....other areas, he might have noticed a fairly cunning look pass across her face. She had been feeling increasingly horny as the tests went on, and she wasn't about to leave it to Glenn's sometimes shy nature to give her the relief she wanted. So she had a plan.... Glenn took up position in front of Helia's breasts, which bobbled and shifted a bit as Helia moved around. "Ok...I'm going to untie the top...just let it fall...I need the practice in picking things up that I can't see...then I'll try to stretch it back on me. I'll probably need your help with that part, since now I'm too big to see what I'm doing up front. and catch me if I overbalance." Glenn nodded absently as he watched the sway and movement of the colossal breasts mesmerized him...the way her curves just flowed into an apparently endless chasm of cleavage.