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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. | Fur KingdomCH.1 by becker587 | [
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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..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 oncever.
"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."
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-- 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.
-
"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.
-
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.
-
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.
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*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. | Digi-Night: Time Heal all Wounds by eragon13666 | [
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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 naive, 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.
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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-yearld 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. | Dawning of a New Age: Caged Animals by Black Widow | [
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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 closedff 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, outf-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 tugf-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 halfpen 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.
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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."... | She's Such A Tease - A Shower of Urges Pt. 5 by RainTigress | [
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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 | Bella Ch. 02 | [
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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 twentyne 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 coperate, 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."
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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. | How to Stop Smoking Ch. 20 | [
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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.
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*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.
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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. | Summer in the City - Chapter 3 - The WALK by Kodaw | [
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*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.
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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.
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Next Episode: Switchblade Rave | The Blaze: Episode 3 - Falling Prey by Ebon Jackal | [
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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
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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 was: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
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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 | null | [] | {
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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
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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
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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
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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 seen: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".
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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.
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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 ground: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
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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 screamed: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. | null | [] | {
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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 yearld 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*."
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"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?"
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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?"
"Werewolf, 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?"
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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 foryou."
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 justgot 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 veryspiritual. And that woman told me I would fight with my heart and rescue this boy. And she told this boy that Iwould 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-forne. 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!"
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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 swollenut 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.
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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.* | Swat Kats Hollow Arc Chapter 4 by Polaris the Dragon | [
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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. | May/December Romance Ch. 03 | [
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*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-roomnly 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-getut' 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 onenne?"
"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?
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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.
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"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 12th, 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 12th 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, outf-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?"
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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. | null | [
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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 halfpen 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...
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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 matterf-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 skinn-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.
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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!"
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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.
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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 ageld 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. | null | [
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the time you two attended the very first 'Meet & Greet' party." Jessica said. "I already knew that Tiffany was your favorite. And I know that Tiffany and many other of these women thought you were the best lover they ever had. I expect many of them are waiting to hear when your membership has been restored."
"When did Lilly tell you all of this?" Now I was the one that had questions.
"Every time Lilly and I had sex, she would tell me about the latest sexual encounters you two had within your swingers group." Jessica explained.
"What? You had sex with Lilly?" I was dumbfounded. "More that once?"
"She never told you?" Jessica replied, visibly shocked. "She told me that she was going to tell you about the two of us having sex. It was the only sexual affair she had outside of your swinging activities with her."
"No! She never told me. I never knew." I replied. "How long were the two of you having sex together? Was it often?"
"Oh my brother. I'm so sorry you didn't know." Jessica replied. "Lilly and I first had sex together the night before your wedding. As you remember, I was the Maid of Honor. I planned the bachelorette party for her for the wedding eve. All the girls went out to a dance club and we had a great night. Later we all ended up back at my place and had more drinks. Eventually all the others, except Lilly, left and went home. Lilly had planned to stay with me, as sometimes happens that a bride spends her last night as a single with her Maid of Honor. We had a great time in bed that night, but we got very little sleep, if you catch my drift. I've known since then that Lilly was a fantastic lover. While I was still living in Austin, we got together once or twice a month and fucked each other silly. I think that is why she wanted to try sex with other people. I suspect the idea for you two to explore the swinging lifestyle was her idea, wasn't it?"
"Oh my God! You are right." I replied. "And I felt a bit guilty that maybe I had forced her into swinging."
"No, don't feel that way." Jessica continued. "I know that both of you really enjoyed the swinging lifestyle and still loved each other very, very much. When I moved to Atlanta, I lost maybe my best lover. Whenever I came back to Austin to visit, once or twice a year, she and I always found some time to be together. We had great sex, and she kept me up-to-date on the swinging activities you two shared."
"Oh my God!" I replied. "I was completely unaware that you knew about our activities. And I never knew that the two of you were lovers. This is all news to me."
"Well, don't feel bad that you were keeping secrets from me, because you weren't." Jessica responded. "It seems that we were keeping secrets from you. I'm sorry that Lilly never told you."
I had a lot to process. We sat in silence for several minutes.
"Lilly told me another thing." Jessica said. "I wonder if it is true."
"What is that?" I replied.
"Lilly told me you were an incredible lover." Jessica began. "She says you know how to make love to a woman, how to hold her, touch her, kiss her, and pleasure her. She told me you have a really nice large cock, and it stays hard for a long time, even after you have an orgasm. Lilly told me you consistently gave her multiple orgasms. It was one of the reasons you were so very popular in your swingers group. Is all that true, my brother? Are you an incredible lover?"
I was embarrassed to discuss my sexual abilities with my sister, but we were being honest with each other.
"I suppose I have to admit that all those things you said are true." I replied. "I really enjoy sex and I have a somewhat unique ability to really please all the women."
"One last thing." Jessica added. "I suppose you haven't had much sex since Lilly died. Don't you want to be with Tiffany again?" Jessica was blunt in her question.
"Tiffany was a terrific lover. Yes, I dream of having sex with her again." I replied. "But we can't meet Vincent and Tiffany tomorrow. I can't ask you to go there and have sex with Vincent, and maybe Tiffany. And we aren't married."
"But they think we're married." Jessica replied. "You want to fuck Tiffany. I could use a good fuck, and I've heard from Lilly that Vincent is very good, almost as good a lover as you are. And If I get some time with Tiffany, that's even better. You know I go both ways."
I was caught off guard that Lilly had told Jessica that I was a great lover. Maybe I am, but I didn't want my sister to know that.
"But you are my sister. I can't have sex with you." I argued.
"From what you have said, and what Lilly told me," Jessica began, "at these swaps, spouses don't have sex with each other. No one would expect you and I to have sex. We would just have sex with others. See? No problem."
She had a point. It would be easy to avoid having sex with Jessica if we were to swap with Vincent and Tiffany. I had one last concern.
"I know that Vincent and Tiffany prefer the same-room, same-bed approach to swinging. Therefore we would likely be in the same room, on the same bed, have sex with another person at the same time." I said. "We would be watching each other having sex. I think that would be a weird."
"Okay. I agree with that. It might be a bit weird watching each other having sex." Jessica agreed. "But that's a small price to pay if both of us get to have some great sex. At least it is in my book."
"And to look like a married couple, we would have to kiss each other." I added.
"I have no problem with that." Jessica replied as she step forward, put her arms around me and locked me into a fulln, open mouth, sensual kiss.
Our kiss lasted quite a while. We both needed the loving and were comfortable enough with each other to passionately kiss each other. I was getting aroused, my cock getting hard. Jessica could feel my manhood grow as it was pressed against her belly. She reached down and took hold of my hard cock through my shorts.
"Tomorrow night we will take care of your friend here. I think he will get a good fucking." Jessica said with a grin.
The next evening at five o'clock Jessica and I were at the front door of Vincent and Tiffany's home, prepared to present ourselves as a married couple with the hopes of having some fabulous sex. I was wearing slacks, a knit sports shirt, and sandals. Jessica was wearing a really sexy little black dress and heels. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and I wondered if she was even wearing panties. She appeared eager for some unbridled sex.
Within moments we were inside the Taylor's living room. Drinks were mandatory. Hard liquor was the quickest way to settle nerves and loosen any inhibitions. We all were drinking bourbon on the rocks, and it was having the desired effect.
"So how long have you two been together?" Vincent asked what could have been an awkward question.
"Actually we've known each other for many years." Jessica was quick to answer. "But only recently, after Lilly's death, did I move back from Atlanta and reconnect with Ryan."
"We all miss Lilly." Vincent joined in. "She was such a wonderful lover."
"And Ryan is also a wonderful lover." Tiffany said. She then turned to Jessica and added, "But you must know that by now."
"I've heard he has quite a reputation with your swingers group." Jessica deflected.
"So you know about our group. We are so glad that Ryan found someone like you that wants to play as we do." Vincent said towards Jessica. "Tell us why you were interested in our swingers group."
"Actually I've known Ryan and Lilly for many years." Jessica began. "Lilly confided in me about their swinging lifestyle and how much incredible sex they had. After Ryan and I met you yesterday, Ryan told me about your relationship with him, and likely what you intend for this evening. I'm quite eager to try this."
"So, have you ever done anything like this before? Ever swap partners? Ever get involved in group sex?" Tiffany asked.
"No. Just onenne sex, mostly with a male lover." Jessica then turned towards Tiffany and added, with a sly smile, "and sometimes with a female lover."
"Are you nervous?" Vincent asked. "We often have the ladies start, then the guys join in. Helps everyone get in the mood so to speak before the real fun begins."
Jessica smiled and nodded her head. She appeared ready for this experience.
"Ryan, will you refill all our drinks while I put on some music?" Vincent asked me. From our past days, when Lilly and I were with Tiffany and Vincent, I was familiar with Tiffany beginning the activities with my wife, the two of them dancing, and then stripping together. It appeared that Vincent and Tiffany still started things this way.
When the music started, Tiffany rose, kicked off her shoes, and began swaying to the music. She reached out her hand and Jessica rose to join her, also removing her shoes. Vincent and I sat, sipped our drinks and watched the two ladies.
Jessica and Tiffany appeared very interested in each other, sensually swaying together, lightly touching each other. As they danced, they moved closer to each other, holding each other's hands. Their eyes were locked upon one another, almost as if they were alone in the room. There was a silent communication between the two women, using the touch of each other, and the responses in their eyes to judge what each wanted, and was willing to do.
Vincent and I watched as Tiffany and Jessica pulled together in an embrace, their faces so close together. Without a word ever being spoken, they both closed their eyes as their lips met in a gentle kiss. They continued to hold each other, their bodies still moving in a sensual way to the music. Their lips parted, tongues feeling out the other, as the kiss became more passionate.
Vincent leaned over closer to me and whispered, "You know I always loved Lilly, but it appears that Jessica is even hotter. Tonight should be loads of fun."
We returned our attention to the two ladies just as they both began to unzip the other's dress. Jessica's little black dress and Tiffany's long red dress hit the floor at the same time, pooling around their feet. Both were now dressed in only their panties. Neither had been wearing a bra. Jessica wore a black thong which matched her black dress. Likewise, Tiffany wore a tiny red G-string thong that matched her red dress. As they resumed their passionate kiss, their near-identical C-cup breasts pressed together.
The heat from their erotic actions was rising. I could feel my cock swelling within my pants and I had to adjust myself, giving my cock room to grow. Out of my side view, I could see Vincent making a similar adjustment.
As the ladies continued their sexual dance, their hands wandered over the other's body, caressing shoulders, arms, sides, and hips. It really was an erotic event to watch. Jessica was the first to put a hand on Tiffany's breast, and soon Tiffany's hand was caressing Jessica's breast. They continued their kissing and swaying sensually to the music as the arousal grew within each. Tiffany's hand slid down Jessica's front and over her thong, cupping her pussy.
"You are already wet." Tiffany said in a sultry voice. "I have to admit that I am also very wet."
Jessica stopped moving as Tiffany was fingering her through her damp thong.
"Let's take this to the bedroom." Jessica said. "That's where we will play, right?"
Tiffany flashed a big grin, put her arm around Jessica's waist and led her towards the bedroom. Vincent and I quickly finished our drinks and followed the women.
By the time Vincent and I arrived in the master bedroom, the bed had been stripped of the covers, leaving only the fitted bottom sheet. Jessica was laying on her back with Tiffany partially next to her, and partially on top of her. They had resumed their passionate kissing.
There were two easy chairs near the foot of the bed. Vincent indicated for me to have a seat as he also sat down. For a while we would watch. I began removing my clothes, as did Vincent.
Tiffany had risen up on her knees and was quickly pulling off Jessica's thong. I realized that Tiffany had already removed her G-string which was laying on the floor.
In the art of making love, Tiffany decided to skip some steps, such as caressing and kissing Jessica's breasts, and she moved quickly to the first main event. Within moments, Tiffany's head was between Jessica's legs. The sounds of wet, sloppy oral sex were easy to hear.
"Oh God YES!" Jessica exclaimed loudly as she raised her knees and spread her legs even more to improve Tiffany's access to her slit. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy! Lick my clit! Oh YES, YES, YES!" Jessica continued to vocalize how horny she was and how good Tiffany's oral ministrations were.
This situation was a bit surreal for me. I had never witnessed my sister having sex with another person. I had only seen her masturbate that one time out beside the pool. This was very different, so close, and somewhat more personal. She knew I was close-by and watching, soon to be participating. I never expected her to be so vocal, and obviously craving sexual stimulation. I had seen Lilly and Tiffany making love, and Lilly was never this vocal.
Tiffany was also obviously horny. In addition to eating Jessica's pussy with gusto, Tiffany was also fingering her own pussy. From both females, the strong odor of aroused pussy was very evident, and was making me very horny. I wondered when and how Vincent and I would become involved in this.
I looked towards Vincent and he gave me a 'Wait' signal, which was very well timed as things changed quickly.
Jessica was getting close to her orgasm. She was even more vocal, she grasped Tiffany's head and was bucking her hips into her lover's face.
"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK!" Jessica was nearly screaming as she bucked her hips into Tiffany's face. Tiffany kept licking Jessica's pussy with all the vigor she could.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Jessica screamed as her orgasm hit. She took Tiffany's head into a vise grip and held it still as Jessica's body shuddered and she gasped for air. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she kept moaning.
Jessica's orgasm peaked and her tense body collapsed onto the bed, while letting go of Tiffany's head. Her breathing continued heavy as she recovered from an intense orgasm. It had been incredible to watch. I had only witnessed such an orgasm from Lilly a few times. I wondered if this was normal for Jessica, or something very special for her.
Tiffany backed away from Jessica's swollen, wet pussy, and she sat back on her heels. Tiffany's face was covered in Jessica's pussy fluids, and the broad smile on Tiffany's face indicated that she was loving it. Vincent and I were watching in amazement. My cock was leaking pre-cum and I was sure that Vincent's cock was doing the same.
For several moments we all remained quiet, looking at each other, but mostly at Jessica's pussy. I couldn't believe that I had witnessed such behavior from my sister.
And then things changed again. Jessica stretched out her arms to Tiffany in an invitation to hug and kiss. Tiffany responded by leaning over on top of Jessica and then kissing, a more gentle, loving kiss. It appeared that Jessica didn't mind that Tiffany's mouth was covered in her own pussy fluids. Maybe the taste of herself just made it much more erotic.
Vincent and I continued to watch as the two ladies lay next to each other, hugging and kissing. Maybe soon he and I would be getting involved. But not yet.
Jessica wrapped her arms around Tiffany in a tight hug and rolled them over so that Jessica was now on top of Tiffany.
"My turn to pleasure you." Jessica said in a sultry voice as she began to kiss her way down the front of Tiffany's body. Tiffany already had hard nipples standing out, and Jessica's mouth soon latched upon one, and then the other. As she sucked on one of Tiffany's nipples, Jessica was pinching Tiffany's other nipple. Very quickly Tiffany was moaning in pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tiffany was saying in a soft voice as she ran her fingers through Jessica's hair.
Jessica continued southward, soon arriving at Tiffany's shaved-smooth pussy which was already wet from her own fingering earlier. Soon Jessica was kneeling between Tiffany's legs while eagerly licking Tiffany's pussy.
"Oh Yes! Oh Yes!" Tiffany was muttering as she was becoming more aroused.
Vincent and I watched with great interest, and hard cocks, as Jessica was eating Tiffany's pussy. Then Jessica upped the game as she slid a finger inside Tiffany's slit, followed by a second and then a third finger. She continued to lick Tiffany's clit while finger fucking her hard.
"Oh my God! That feels so fucking good!" Tiffany exclaimed as Jessica continued pleasuring her lover.
Jessica looked back over her shoulder at Vincent. She spread her knees as much as she could between Tiffany's legs, wiggled her ass just a bit and said, "Fuck me Vincent."
Vincent need no further instructions as he moved onto the foot of the bed, knelt behind Jessica and slid his hard cock slowly into her waiting, wet pussy. He was watching Jessica eat his wife's pussy, and he was watching his wife's expressions from all the sexual activity.
"Fuck her Vincent!" Tiffany told her husband. "Fuck her as good as she is fucking me."
I was feeling a bit left out so I stood and walked to the side of the bed. Tiffany motioned me forward, as I hope she would. I knelt on the side of the bed and leaned over her. Tiffany turned her head and took my cock into her mouth.
I just loved the way Tiffany sucked my cock, something I hadn't felt in about a year. I was finally back in the game and it felt so good.
We continued on for several minutes. Vincent was fucking Jessica from behind, while Jessica was eating and finger fucking Tiffany's pussy, all the while that Tiffany was sucking my cock. I was mostly watching my sister and enjoying the pleasure. I never expected Jessica to be so naughty. And then she became more so.
While I was watching, Jessica raised her head and smiled at me, her face covered in Tiffany's fluids. Jessica turned back towards Vincent and said, "Fuck me Vincent. Fuck me really hard. I won't break. Make me cum."
Vincent put a firm grip on Jessica's hips and immediately began slamming his cock into her pussy, as I had seen him do to Lilly several times in the past. Such intense fucking always gave Lilly an orgasm within a minute or so.
Jessica resumed eating and fucking Tiffany's pussy with great abandon. The sexual intensity rose quickly for all of us. Vincent's energy was feeding all of us. He was plowing into Jessica hard and fast. His endurance appeared endless as he fucked her hard for several minutes. I could sense that the other three of us were getting close to our own orgasms.
Tiffany became more focused on her own orgasm, and less involved in sucking my cock. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and sat down next to her, kissing her tenderly and running my hand over her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples.
Jessica, sensing that Tiffany was close to the edge, redoubled her actions which had the intended effect. Tiffany's orgasm hit her hard and she screamed.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Tiffany kept repeating as her orgasm caused her body to shake, Jessica still between her legs.
Vincent was tiring from the intense pounding he had been giving Jessica, and he was distracted a bit as he watched his wife have an orgasm. Jessica surprised me again. She backed away from Tiffany and twisted away from Vincent's cock.
"Lay on the bed next to your wife." Jessica commanded Vincent. "My turn to fuck you."
I was holding and kissing Tiffany in a loving way as her orgasm began to recede. I watched as Vincent laid on his back, his hard cock pointing up into the air. Jessica straddled him in a cowgirl position and lowered herself down upon his cock. She then began rocking her hips front to back, slowly riding his cock. But all the while she was staring at me. Then I heard Tiffany's voice.
"Ryan. I need a cock. Fuck me." Tiffany said in a firm voice.
I moved on top of Tiffany, between her legs. Slowly I pushed my larger than average cock into her as I held her legs up over her shoulders.
"Oh Ryan. That feels so wonderful." Tiffany was saying. "I've waited so long to again feel you fill me like only you do."
Again this felt so very surreal. Vincent and his wife Tiffany were laying on their backs, side-by-side. I was up on my knees, over Tiffany, my cock buried deep inside her pussy. Next to me, just inches away, was my sister Jessica riding Vincent's cock.
We continued on like this for five minutes or more. I had started slow with Tiffany and was slowly building speed and force in the thrusts of my cock into her. Likewise, next to me, Jessica had beginning rocking faster on Vincent's cock.
Tiffany had already had one orgasm and was very aroused. It didn't take her long to cum again. She came suddenly and hard.
"Ryan, I'm cumming!" Tiffany screamed. Her pussy was clenching my cock incredibly hard. Her body was shuddering underneath me. She turned her head and shared a long deep kiss with her husband.
It had been so long since I last had sex this great, I also came quickly.
"Argh!" I let out a cry and threw my head back as I began to pump a pent-up load of my cum into Tiffany.
"Oh Fuck Ryan!" Tiffany exclaimed, having been caught off-guard by my sudden orgasm. "That's one quick hot load of cum."
"Don't worry. I got more." I replied while taking a quick breather. I sat back on my heels while my cock slid out of her. Meanwhile Jessica was still rocking back and forth on Vincent's cock.
"Turn over, Tiffany." I said to my lover. "I want to do doggy."
Tiffany grinned up at me, realizing that I still had my old mojo and my cock was still hard. She quickly flipped over onto her elbows and knees, her beautiful backside towards me. She resumed kissing her husband while I slid my cock back into her very wet and sloppy pussy. I immediately began pounding her pussy with long deep strokes.
Jessica turned towards me.
"Didn't you both just cum? How are you fucking her again? Jessica asked me without skipping a beat.
"I guess... it is a gift." I replied between thrusts and gasps for breath. "I can cum,... hard... and keep my erection... and keep making love."
I was suddenly feeling different feelings about my sister. Here we were, side by side, each fucking another person while we carried on a conversation about sex. I struggled to maintain my focus on my cock inside Tiffany's hot pussy. While thrusting into Tiffany, I took the liberty with one hand to reach over and squeeze my sister's tit.
Jessica howled. For an instant I thought I hurt her. Then I realized that I had triggered her orgasm.
"F U C K I N G... . Y E S!" Jessica let out a long yell.
I still had hold of her tit and could feel her body trembling while her orgasm continued. It was another unexpected experience with my sister.
Suddenly Vincent flipped Jessica over so that he was on top of her in missionary position. He began banging her pussy hard and fast. Jessica was pleasantly caught by surprise and was squealing in pleasure. I was familiar with Vincent's techniques and knew he had moved into his 'A' game. With Lilly, he often had her begging him to stop, while all the time loving the intense pleasure, pain, and exhaustion.
I stepped things up with Tiffany, gripping her hips as I pounded her slippery wet hole. She quickly orgasmed again, but I kept pounding away in her.
"Oh Fuck Ryan." Tiffany was pleading. "You are still a fucking machine."
I had played this game with Tiffany before. We both loved it.
"Just tell me Tiff when you really want me to stop." I told her while fucking her as hard as I could. I felt I was finally fully back in the action and it felt fantastic. I was so glad that my return to swinging was with Tiffany. We knew each other so well.
Tiffany buried her head into the bed, crying in pleasure and pain. I knew that she knew how to bring this to a close. So I continued on.
Meanwhile Jessica and Vincent will really going at it. I wondered if she had ever before had sex this intense. I could look down upon her next to me and see the intensity in her face. Her eyes were shut tight and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was gasping for air.
"You're a fucking god Vincent! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Jessica was screaming.
Tiffany had reached her limit. Her cunt suddenly clamped tight around my cock. She screamed and her body was trembling hard. I could feel her orgasm pulse in her pussy which was gripping my cock.
I had my second orgasm. My body was tingling incredibly hard. I froze in place and then I erupted, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into her. I couldn't remember when I had unloaded so much cum at one time into one pussy. Tiffany collapsed face-first onto the bed.
Next to me, Vincent and Jessica orgasmed at the same time, shouting out their shared ecstasy.
"Oh god, Vincent!" Jessica cried out. "Is that a fire hose you have?
Vincent was holding himself up, his body above Jessica's. I could see his buttock's clench as his cock shot load after load of his cum into her. I had heard from other women that he and I came far more than any other lovers. So I expected that Jessica had never felt so much cum at one time.
Vincent and I both pulled out of our respective lovers and sat back. Jessica was laying on her back next to Tiffany who was laying on her stomach. What happened next surprised me, several ways.
Tiffany leaned over close to Jessica.
"Vincent cums a lot, doesn't he?" Tiffany asked Jessica. "If you will allow, I would love to eat Vincent's cum out of your pussy. But only if you will let me."
In response, Jessica whispered something into Tiffany's ear which I could not hear. Whatever was said took Tiffany by surprise, a pleasant surprise as Tiffany grinned while she moved into a '69' position over Jessica. Tiffany immediately dove into Jessica's pussy, lapping up the hot cum leaking out of her crack.
I move around behind Tiffany so that I could watch Jessica eating Tiffany's pussy. I was surprised to see Jessica laying there, open mouthed, allowing my cum to slide out of Tiffany's pussy which was being held a few inches above Jessica's mouth. Tiffany was clenching her vaginal muscles to force globs of cum out of her slit and into Jessica's mouth. Jessica was looking up at me with a devilish look in her eyes.
'Fuck' I thought to myself. My sister wanted me to watch her eat my cum. What a naughty girl!
As I watched, Jessica raised her head up so that she could insert her tongue into Tiffany's pussy and scoop out another load of my cum. Jessica then lowered her head, all the while keeping her eyes on my eyes. She opened her mouth and let me see my cum covering her tongue. Her tongue played with my cum, and then she swallowed it. As I stared in amazement, Jessica repeated this process of 'scoop cum, display cum, play with cum, and then swallow cum', three more times.
When she was finished eating my cum, Jessica looked into my eyes and said, "Ryan, did you enjoy watching me eat your delicious cum?"
I smiled back at her, not knowing how to answer her. What she had done was so erotic, but she was my sister. How do I react?
Tiffany turned her head back towards Jessica. "I'm finished on this end. Are you finished?"
"Yeah. I'm finished. Loved it." Jessica replied.
Tiffany moved over and sat next to her husband. They hugged and kissed each other.
Jessica sat up next to me. We looked into each other's eyes and paused, wondering what we would do. I knew I wanted to kiss her, so I did just that. I pulled her next to me and I kissed my sister. We shared an erotic, sensual kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. Somehow it felt so right.
We broke our kiss to see Tiffany dropping to her knees in front of Vincent and she proceed to lick and suck his cock clean. Jessica had that devilish look in her eyes again. While maintaining eye contact with me, she lowered herself down onto her knees between my legs and began licking and sucking my cock. I flinched. I couldn't believe my sister was sucking my cock. But she was so gentle and it felt so incredible. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the pleasure she gave me.
When she finished, Jessica rose up and we kissed again.
"Thank you." I whispered to her, as if afraid to acknowledge what she had done for me.
"I'm going to clean up." Tiffany said as she got up and stumbled towards the bathroom.
"I'm coming with you." Jessica replied as she got up and followed Tiffany.
Vincent and I looked at each other.
"Didn't I tell you tonight would be loads of fun?" Vincent said. "That is an incredible woman you have there."
I nodded in agreement. It had been an incredible session of sex. And all the more incredible because my sister, Jessica, had participated with me. I couldn't believe it.
Vincent and I put our clothes back on and walked back out to the living room. He picked up the two dresses on the floor and took those back to the bedroom. I fetched bottles of water from the kitchen to help each of us re-hydrate.
The two ladies returned, wearing their dresses, and they sat with us. For a moment it was almost as if nothing had happened in the bedroom the past hour. But the discussion quickly turned to our sexcapades.
"So, Jessica," Vincent addressed my sister. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Oh yes!" Jessica replied with some enthusiasm. "That was far more incredible than I expected. And both of you are incredible lovers. Maybe the best orgasms I've ever had."
"Glad you enjoyed that." Vincent continued. "So if we invite you back, you would come again?"
"Absolutely!" Jessica replied. Then with a sly grin on her face, knowing the double meaning of what she was about to say, she added, "I would cum again and again."
We all chuckled at the double entendre. Tiffany then turned to me.
"So Ryan, have you and Jessica been having sex?" Tiffany asked. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she continued. "There at the end it appeared that you were hesitant to have your sister suck your cock."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Ryan, we know that Jessica is your sister." Tiffany said.
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"Lilly told me a few years ago about your sister Jessica." Tiffany continued. "She told me she was having sex with Jessica and that Jessica was a great lover. Lilly told me that she told Jessica about our swingers group, and Jessica was interested in joining. The problem was that she was single, and we all know the group only allows couples."
"So you also knew that Lilly and Jessica were having sex?" Again I was shocked at the revelations. "I didn't know until Jessica told me a week ago or so."
"You didn't know?" Tiffany asked. She also appeared surprised that I didn't know.
I just shook my head 'No'. Again there was an awkward moment of silence.
"To answer your question," Jessica jumped into the conversation, "Ryan and I haven't had sex. Tonight when I sucked his cock was the closest we've ever come to having sex with each other. And yes, I was regularly having sex with Lilly for several years, until I moved to Atlanta. After that she and I had sex only when I came back for a visit. Lilly said she would tell Ryan about our relationship as it was the only sex she had outside of marriage, other than with the swingers group which they did together. I too was shocked recently when I learned Lilly never told him."
"Just to be clear," Tiffany added, "We're not implying that we disapprove of siblings having sex. When Vincent's sister and her husband come to visit us, he fucks his sister all weekend while I fuck her husband. We understand there is something special about siblings making love with each other. Just saying."
"Regardless of whether you two have sex with each other," Vincent added, "we would love to have you as active members of the swingers group."
"Would we be welcomed? We wouldn't be a married couple." I asked, wondering if Jessica and I could participate in the group.
"I suspect some already know that Jessica is your sister." Tiffany responded. "I doubt they will have a problem with you two participating as a couple. I can discuss it with those that might have a concern and convince them that the group really needs both of you."
"That would be great." exclaimed Jessica.
I was a bit surprised by her enthusiasm about joining the swingers group. I was also very happy at the prospect.
Both of us were fairly quiet on the drive home that night. I knew I had a lot to consider, and I suspected that Jessica did as well.
After we arrived home, I poured each of a glass of wine and we sat in the living room.
"I'll ask a different version of the question Vincent asked you." I began our discussion. "Were the activities of the evening what you expected? What you hoped for?"
"Certainly more than I expected." Jessica responded. "The sex was unbelievable. I've never experienced a cock like Vincent's. He was fantastic. I do hope we will continue to see them and others in the swingers group."
Jessica paused a moment, lowering her eyes to the floor, as if she was considering what else she would say to me. She then raised her head and I could again see that mischievous expression she sometimes has.
"If you haven't already guessed," Jessica began, "I could be considered an oral slut. I love oral sex. I love sucking cock. I love eating pussy. I love it all wet and messy. I love eating male cum. I love eating female cum. As you have witnessed, I love eating male cum from a messy pussy. And, of course, I love having my pussy eaten orally or fucked with a cock, a real cock or a strapn cock. Fuck! I love sex all sorts of ways."
Again she paused, then continued. "I hope you don't think less of me."
I wrapped my arms around my sister and gave her a big hug. Soon we were sharing a passionate open-mouth kiss.
"I don't think less of you." I said. "How could I? I also love sex many ways, although possibly not as many ways as you do. I am excited that because of you, I may be returning to the swingers group and we can experience a lot of sex with many different people."
She looked at me with what I thought was a 'longing for you' look in her eyes. I thought she was about to say or ask something else, but she quickly turned away.
"It's been a long night." Jessica said. "I need to go to bed."
Jessica turned and left the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. I picked up the empty wine glasses and took them to the kitchen. I turn out the lights and headed to my own bedroom.
A short while later I was naked, lying in my bed, trying to fall asleep. Physically I was very tired, but mentally I was wide awake. I couldn't stop thinking about the great sex I had that night, or the sights of Jessica having sex with Vincent and Tiffany. I wondered how it would feel to have sex with Jessica, to be fucking her, eating her pussy, or having her suck my cock, again. Was it possible that she also wants to have sex with me? Was that the question she didn't ask tonight?
Eventually I fell asleep, thoughts of sex filling my head, and my cock hard as a rock.
The next morning I slept in later than usual. It was the holiday weekend and I was in no rush to get out of bed as I wasn't going to work that day.
I was only partially awake when Jessica entered my bedroom, completely naked, and slid into bed next to me on my left side, her arms around me. Before saying a word, she kissed me.
"Good morning brother." she said in her soft, sultry voice.
"Good morning my sister." I replied. "This is different. What's up?"
"I've been thinking all night about us." she began. "I know I love you. I know you love me. I love sex, and you love sex. So I wonder why we aren't having sex together?"
"Brothers and sisters just aren't supposed to have sex." I replied, even if I didn't fully believe that myself.
"I understand the genetic thing." Jessica replied. "If we had a baby, it would be more at risk of genetic problems. But I'm on the Pill and have no plans now to have a baby. And I cannot think of any other reason we can't have sex. And then last night we learned that Vincent is fucking his sister. And they are cool with that."
Jessica cuddled up closer to me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, just holding it.
"Don't you want to fuck your hot, horny, slutty sister?" Jessica asked in no uncertain terms.
The dam had broken between us. There was no reason stopping us and I knew that.
I rolled to my left side, facing her. My left arm wrapped behind her, holding her. My right knee went between her legs, my thigh pressed up against her pussy. My right hand found her left breast and I gently caressed her. I stared into her eyes.
"Yes I want to fuck you." I said in reply. We passionately began kissing. I had never felt anything so exhilarating before.
We held a tight embrace as we kissed and groped each other's flesh. We rolled around the bed, sometimes side-by-side, sometimes I was on top of her, sometimes she was on top of me. All the while we were kissing very passionately, liked I had never kissed her before. We were no longer just siblings. We were becoming lovers.
Eventually we paused to catch our breath. Jessica was laying on top of me, that devilish look on her face.
"Last night you took the opportunity to suck my cock." I began. "It's my turn to eat you pussy."
"Your wish is my command." Jessica replied as she quickly turned around, putting us into a '69'. She sat down on my face, her pussy already wet with her fluids. "I assume it is okay for me to suck your cock while you eat my pussy."
Jessica didn't wait for my reply before sucking my cock head into her mouth. I was in double heaven. Her warm wet soft lips wrapped around my cock, and her hot wet pussy planted on my mouth. I shoved my tongue deep into her gash and tasted her sweet fluids. She moaned in pleasure.
We licked and sucked on each other for the better part of ten minutes, loving every moment. My jaw and tongue were getting tired, as I suspected that hers were as well. I reached around her ass with my right hand and shoved three fingers into her pussy. She squealed in pleasure as I finger fucked her while licking her clit. Soon she was pressing down harder upon my face and I could hear her heavy breathing, soon becoming gasps for air.
"Oh fuck, Ryan. You're going to make me cum." She said as she took a break from sucking my cock.
I nibbled her clit which set her off. She screamed and her whole body started shaking as her orgasm hit. Fluids flooded out of her pussy and I drank and swallowed all that I could. My face was covered in her female cum. And I loved it.
Jessica laid on top of me letting her orgasm continue and then slowly subside. She came down from her sexual high and rolled off of me, kneeling next to me.
"If that is what your tongue can do to me," she began. She took my hard cock in her hand, as if showing it to me. "I want to feel what this big boy will do to me."
Before I could say 'Climb aboard.' she had swung her leg over my body, straddling me in a cowgirl position. She rose up, pointed the head of my cock at her opening, and slowly began to impale herself on me.
"Oh Fuck! That's big!" she exclaimed as my cock stretched her open.
My cock was not a monster cock. I knew there were larger cocks than mine. But mine was above average, about 8 inches long and almost two inches in diameter. The girth is what the women felt as I entered them.
Jessica leaned forward and braced herself by putting her hands on my chest. She was bouncing her ass, pushing a bit further down on my cock with each bounce. It took a minute or so, but she finally bottomed out, her ass on my lap, my cock buried fully inside her. We stayed still, just experiencing the feeling. She felt tight and warm to me, but not so tight that she wouldn't be able to move some.
"I've only felt this full once before." Jessica said. "And that was with a mammoth dildo my girl friend gave me as a gag gift. She bet I couldn't take it all in. She should have known I always take a dare. It nearly split me open, but I got it all inside me. But never again. It hurt too much."
"So am I hurting you now?" I asked.
"No. This just feels incredible." She replied as she smiled at me. "It's tight. I'm full. It tingles, maybe a slight bit painful, but I'm feeling waves of pleasure, overriding any pain or discomfort."
Jessica closed her eyes and sighed. I could sense her body relaxing, and I could also feel her pussy adjusting to the size of my cock. Her pussy was accommodating me, and I knew she could feel that also.
"I just can't explain how good this is now feeling." She said.
Jessica sat upright on me and let her arms hang down by her sides. She slow began rocking forward and backward on my cock, shifting the pressure points inside her vagina.
"Ohhhhhh. Feels so good." She repeated.
I reached up and placed my hands on her breasts, softly holding them. She placed her hands over my hands, holding my hands on her tits, even pressing them a bit firmer against herself. I was enjoying watching as she took control of her own pleasure. I figured that a while later I would be in a different position, pounding her pussy with my cock. But, for now, she was controlling how we had sex, and how her pussy accommodated to the size of my cock.
She continued the forward and back rocking motion. I could tell that her fluids were flowing, providing more lubrication, and that her muscles were relaxing. Soon, with each forward motion, Jessica was lifting up a bit, maybe an inch or so of my cock coming out, only to be shoved back inside her on the backward rock of her body.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Fuck, Yeah!" she replied. "I hope you're not planning on doing anything else today. We may be doing this all day."
I felt she was exaggerating. She likely didn't have that amount of stamina. But I had the time to give it a shot. It was feeling great for me as well.
Jessica continued rocking, back and forth. She was slowly building speed, and soon my cock was sliding out and back in two inches or more. I don't know if the term 'fucking' implies a certain amount of in-andut action, but I felt we were getting close to that point.
All this time Jessica had been on her knees. The initial rocking had all been done by hip rotations. Then she began to lift off of me by moving forward, pivoting on her knees. But she was ready to try something different. She re-positioned her legs so that she was now squatting over me, balanced on the balls of her feet. We interlocked our fingers, my hands raised up above my shoulders, and she held her arms out in front of her, using me to balance herself. In this position she could use her legs to raise and lower herself on my cock.
Very soon she was moving up and down on me, six inches or more of my cock coming out, only to have her drop back down on me, shoving me so deep inside her I could feel the barrier of her cervix. With each plunge of my cock into her, she let out a groan. Her breath was quickening and a slight sheen of perspiration was appearing on her flesh. She was beginning a workout, and she was loving it.
"This feels so fucking good." She said. "I can't believe we hadn't done this sooner."
My cock was beginning to ache in a very good way. I wasn't that concerned about premature ejaculation as I knew my cock could stay hard and we could continue fucking. I did want to time each of my ejaculations to maximize the effect upon Jessica. But I knew I likely could only have two, maybe three orgasms.
Jessica picked up the action, moving up and down faster and faster, dropping down on my cock harder and harder. She was squeezing my hands harder as the intensity of her experience was rising. She closed her eyes and she yet her head fall backward or sideways. Up and down. Up and down she continued.
"Oh god. Oh god." she started to repeat.
I sensed that her orgasm was approaching, her second of the day. I was just a spectator, letting her control the action.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh." She kept repeating quickly as she bounced even faster upon my cock.
Then suddenly she froze. She squeezed my hands really hard. Her vaginal muscles clenched my cock. I could feel the pulsations inside her vagina, squeezing me. She stopped breathing for a moment then screamed out in her loudest voice,
"OH FUCK!"
Jessica fell forward, collapsing onto my chest. She was breathing hard and her body was trembling.
"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" she was now repeating softly and very rapidly. This orgasm lasted more than a minute. Then she finally calmed down.
"Jesus. That was INTENSE!" she told me.
"Are you doing okay?" I asked in a supportive voice.
"I can't believe that after those two orgasms, I'm still horny." she replied, puzzled by her condition. "My cunt needs more, a lot more."
"I can help with that." I answered. I knew she was physically drained, so it was time for me to get busy.
I wrapped my arms around my sister and kissed her as I rolled us over, her on the bottom and I on top of her. My cock was still hard, and still buried in her pussy. Jessica laid there, mostly exhausted and limp. She did manage to spread her legs and raise her knees, giving me a better angle to pump my cock into her. I lifted myself up on my arms, as if doing a push-up over my sister.
"I can't believe that you are still hard as a rock." Jessica said in amazement.
"I can't believe that I'm fucking my sister." I replied with a chuckle.
"I think we need to make up for lost time." Jessica said with the devilish look on her face.
"I think that is a great idea." I replied as I began to push my cock in and out of her hot, wet, pussy.
Jessica's pussy was a great fit for my cock. Snug, but not too tight. I could slide in and out of her, but there was enough friction to make it very pleasurable.
"Your pussy fits my cock very well." I said as I looked down into her eyes.
"When I'm this horny, it's not a pussy. It's my CUNT!" Jessica said, putting an exclamation on the word 'cunt'. "Now FUCK MY CUNT!" she demanded.
Jessica drew her knees up higher, lifting her feet off the bed. This motion caused her hips to swivel, opening herself up to me even more. It was obvious she wanted a serious fucking and that is what I intended to give her.
I hooked my arms under her legs and pushed them up over her shoulders, folding her in half.
"If you want a hard fucking, I'll give you a hard fucking." I told her as I started thrusting my cock into her hard and deep.
Jessica squealed in delight. "Oh YES! Oh YES!"
I maintained a quick pace of thrusting and withdrawing my cock from her cunt. We both were breathing hard, grunting and groaning.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered, timed with each thrust.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she replied in rhythm.
I could feel the effects of a release of my endorphins, creating a sense of euphoria in my body. This was feeling soooo fucking good. We continued on for several minutes. Each thrust of my cock now was hitting bottom inside her. We both groaned each time I filled her cunt. "Uh, Uh, Uh."
"Oh god! Oh God! OH GOD!" the pitch and loudness of Jessica's voice was rising. Her next orgasm would be soon.
"Come on Jessica. Cum for me." I urged her on.
"Cum with me Ryan." she replied. "I want to feel your hot cum flood my cunt."
I leaned forward a bit more over Jessica. This increased the friction of my cock close to her clit. I went into overdrive pounding away inside her.
Our orgasms were almost simultaneous. I felt my cock swell, my balls draw up, and I exploded just as she screamed out her own orgasm. I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and held it there.
"OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as her body began to shake and her cunt clenched my cock.
"FUCK!" I screamed as my cock began jetting big loads of my hot sticky cum deep inside her.
She could feel my cum explosions in her vagina. "OH FUCK, RYAN! THAT'S...THAT'S..." and she couldn't finish the sentence as she had a loss of words.
Jessica's hands gripped my shoulders. She locked her legs behind my ass. Her body shook in an intense orgasm, as her eyes rolled back in her head. I was sure she could feel my cum overflowing her cunt and sliding down over her anus.
We stayed locked in this position for a minute, maybe two or three. It was an incredible sensation, maybe the most powerful orgasm that either of us had experienced.
Finally she let go. Her body relaxed and she flopped her arms and legs on the bed.
"Ryan. Incredible. I thought I was about to die and go to heaven." she said.
"I'm still horny." I replied. This time I had the devilish look on my face.
"What?? How? Can't be!" she exclaimed.
I pulled my still hard cock out of her cunt and backed up a bit. I took her leg, raised it and rolled her over onto her stomach. Taking a hold of her hips, I pulled them up and spread her knees. Her face was planted in the bed sheet. Her gaping cunt was very visible, as was my cum flowing out of it and making a big mess on my bed. We would clean that up later, I thought.
"What are you doing?" she asked, almost fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck you again." I replied in a calm voice as I positioned myself behind her cute ass and took hold of her hips with my hands.
"I don't know if I can." She pleaded.
"Let me show you that we can." I replied as I shoved my cock back into her cunt.
"Oh God!" She screamed.
By this point her pussy was loose, and incredibly wet from her fluids and loads of my cum. I had no problems shoving my cock in and out of her. I began fucking her from behind with reckless abandonment, slamming my cock into her sodden cunt.
Her next orgasm hit almost immediately. He body was trembling. She buried her face into the mattress and kept up a continuous scream. I was concerned that I was pushing her too far.
"Tell me when you want me to stop." I told her, with all sincerity.
Jessica paused her screams long enough to reply. "No! Don't stop. Don't you stop. Fuck me Ryan! FUCK ME!"
I was able to fuck her hard for another five minutes. Her body shook and she screamed the entire time, as she had one long continual orgasm. Then I had my second and final orgasm. I shoved my cock deep one last time and held it there as I again flooded her cunt with my hot cum. Load after load I jetted into her.
"Oh FUCK!" I screamed as I held my position, gasping for air.
"ARGH!" Jessica screamed in reply, her body still shaking. Then she collapsed as she passed out.
I pulled out of her one final time and laid next to her, gently caressing her body.
A few moments later Jessica regained consciousness.
"Was I sleeping? Was I dreaming?" she asked, a bit confused. "Or was that all real? Did I pass out?"
"Do you feel an ache between your legs?" I asked, so that she could answer her own questions.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "It was real. You fucked me so hard I passed out!"
"So I shouldn't do that again?" I asked, attempting to be facetious.
"God no. I mean yes. You better do that again." She replied. "That was so fucking incredible. I never imagined that sex could feel like that. Not even close to that feeling. How were you able to do that?"
"I've had some practice, and some wonderful lovers." I replied. "And I guess I have a rare talent that I can orgasm, and stay hard. A rare man that can be multirgasmic."
Jessica suddenly realized the mess we had made in the bed, and how much cum was still leaking out of her pussy. She cupped her crotch to minimize any further leakage.
"Oh brother. Forgive me for the mess I'm making." Jessica said as she hurriedly got off the bed. "I need to clean up."
"Nothing to forgive. I think most of the mess is mine." I replied. "Use my bathroom if you like."
She paused and looked about, as if considering her options.
"I need a shower. I'll use my bath." she replied before quickly leaving the room.
I rose and stripped the sheet off the bed. I intended to put fresh linens on the bed later. I too needed a shower, so I used my own bathroom. Jessica and I would talk later.
About an hour later I was sitting at the breakfast table sipping some juice. I had taken a shower and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I was still thinking about the incredible sex that Jessica and I had shared. I wondered what this meant for the future of our relationship.
Jessica walked in, sexy as ever in thong panties and a cropped top. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. I did notice that she had fixed her hair and put on some makeup. She really looked pretty.
Just as she walked in, the timer on the oven dinged. I rose to pull breakfast out of the oven.
"What are you cooking?" Jessica asked.
"I made some Pigs-In-A-Blanket for our breakfast." I replied. "Want some juice or coffee with these?"
"I remember mom making Pigs-In-A-Blanket for us." she replied. "Those will be perfect."
"Some protein and some carbs to replace what we burned off earlier." I replied.
Jessica stopped, possibly embarrassed at what we had done.
"That sex was intense. The most intense sex I've ever had. And I've had a lot of sex." she admitted as she poured a glass of juice.
"In the past 24 hours," I began, "the sex I had with Tiffany and then with you was fucking incredible. And it was more sex than all I've had since Lilly died. You enabled me to rejoin the swingers group. You have given me a second life."
I paused a moment and then continued. "However, we do need to talk about our situation."
Jessica sat with her juice and picked up a Pig-In-A-Blanket.
"I'm sorry..." she started and I immediately cut her off.
"No. Nothing to be sorry about." I began. "You initiated what we both have wanted for some time. It was fantastic sex. From my view, better than I ever dreamed it would be."
"Me too." Jessica replied.
"For me, the one, most important question is: Was that a one-time thing? or Will we do that again?" I said.
"That's two questions." Jessica replied with a laugh. Then she got more serious. "Do you want it to happen again."
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" I quickly replied. "Why wouldn't I want to? Don't you want to do it again?"
"Yes, I do." She replied. "But what does this mean for you and me? Do we live together? Do I get my own place and we just fuck sometimes?"
"I want you to live here, with me." I replied. I hadn't really thought through all the implications.
"As brother and sister in separate bedrooms?" Jessica asked. "Or do we share a bedroom?"
I could tell by the tone of her voice, and the expression on her face, that her thought process was ahead of mine. Obviously she had one or more concerns.
"To be honest, I haven't really thought through all the details." I replied, my eagerness a bit tempered. "What are you thinking? What concerns do you have?"
Jessica took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words.
"Ryan, I really enjoy living with you, for many reasons." Jessica began. "I truly love you. You are a great person, you're fun to be with, you provide me a free place to stay. And now the sex is simply mind-blowing fantastic. I want to be with you. I want to have sex with you. But..."
She paused at 'But'. There is always a 'But'.
"But what?" I asked.
"But I don't want this to become a husband and wife type of thing." She continued. "Of course we can't get married, but I also don't want to fall into that type of relationship. I want the freedom to have my own friends, go out sometimes and do my own thing, and more importantly, I want to sometimes have other lovers."
There. She had said it. The thing that was important to her.
"The Curtis thing." I remarked as I remembered what she had told me about why their relationship ended. "You wanted the freedom to have sex with other women, and he didn't want you to do that."
"Yeah. Our relationship started to go downhill when I moved into his place, and more specifically, when I moved into his bedroom. At that point he thought I was agreeing to a monogamous relationship. I can't agree to that, and I think if we share a bedroom, you might think that is what we have."
"The swinging sexual encounters don't really count as the freedom to have sex with others, on our own, because that would be something we do together. Am I right? You want the freedom to have sex with others when and where you want to do so." I filled in the obvious piece.
"You understand, don't you?" Jessica said in a hopeful way. "Curtis never got that."
"So let me see if I can propose something that is acceptable." I began. "Let's say you continue living here, as you have been doing. You keep your own room. You come and go as you like, when you like. We might go out together for dinner, or dancing, or a movie, if that is what both of us want. We would be like friends-with-benefits, no, siblings-with-benefits. You would be free to share my bed when you want. We would have sex with each other when we both want that. Or we might go out and enjoy another sex partner when we want. And we will continue to play with the members of the swingers group, adding another form of enjoyable sex to our lives. Does that about cover it?"
"Yeah, something like that." she replied. "I know that guys tend to get possessive of your lovers, but I ask that you don't do that to me. Let me have my own freedom. I will repay you with some great loving, and great times playing with your group."
I stood up and reached out my arms for her to stand and embrace me.
"I love you, sister. I want to be a brother that loves you and allows you to have your freedom." I said with all earnestness. "Give me a hug and a kiss."
Jessica practically jumped into my arms and kissed me. "I could never hope for a better brother."
"I have a different sort of question, but it is obviously related." I began. "Would you want to bring another lover, such as Misty, here to our home? You are still seeing her, aren't you? And would you want me here, or should I disappear for a while?"
"You know me well. Yes, I'm still seeing Misty." Jessica admitted. "Sex with her will never be as good as what we just had. But there is just something special about girl-girl sex that a guy will never be able to achieve. I can't expect you to understand it. I just ask that you accept it."
"Yes, I can accept that." I replied. "I remember that night we first met Misty, and I know she is a wonderful, special person. I hope you feel comfortable enough to invite her to come here. You could invite her over to swim in the pool. Or possibly you two want to go to your bedroom and fuck each other's brains out. You can do that."
We both had a good laugh about my choice of words.
"You should know some things about Misty." Jessica began. "She's had a couple of horrible experiences with men, possessive men, and battering men. Now she only has sex with other women and likely will never have a date with a man, much less consider sex with a man. She is totally committed to the best girln-girl sex, and she is fucking fantastic at that."
"Maybe she could teach me a thing or two about making love to a woman." I chuckled.
"Good luck with that." Jessica said as she playfully slugged my arm and then walked out of the kitchen.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher and then went looking for Jessica. I found her in the living room, looking at the collection of photos of all the couples that Lilly and I had sex with.
I walked in and stood next to Jessica, looking at the photos. She turned to me.
"You and Lilly had a lot of great sex with all these people, didn't you?" she asked.
"Great sex, every time." I replied.
Jessica took the photo of Vincent and Tiffany off the wall and flipped it over.
"This one needs an update." Jessica said.
I watch as she took a pen and first drew a line under the last date, the last time Lilly and I had sex with Vincent and Tiffany. Below the line Jessica wrote yesterday's date, for when she and I had sex with the couple. She looked up at me for approval, and I smiled back and nodded.
"You know." Jessica began, "by the end of the year I think we need to add another date onto the back of each of these photos. Don't you think?"
"Only one more date? Or can we add multiple dates for some couples?" I asked playfully.
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Text: While setting up for a party, Jesse makes an amazing discovery. She decides to use it to teach Teresa a lesson.
Teresa and Jesse had been decorating for a party. They didn't have a choice but to work together. Jesse had disliked Teresa for a long time. Teresa was pretty, but a whiner. Jesse wasn't so great in appearance.
"Blow up the balloons," Teresa demanded Jesse.
"Do it yourself. I'm making the cake." Replied Jesse.
"It'll ruin my complexion!" cried Teresa.
Jesse sighed, "You need to get over it. The party starts in an hour."
Teresa had been bothering Jesse all day. Excuses, excuses were all she had heard.
Since this wasn't either of the girls' apartment, Jesse looked around curiously. She wanted to do something to Teresa to give herself some amusement. She decided to take a break from fixing the cake up and look to see if there was anything she could do.
Jesse walked into a somewhat abandoned-looking room with a lot of cleaning materials and such. At the back corner, she saw some kind of large tank. The label read, "Helium," There was also a long tube extending from the tank. Beside it, there was a silver platinum catsuit. Jesse, puzzled, walked toward where all this was. There was a photo album on the ground that she had toppled upon. She picked it up and began to look through it. It was her friend, the one the girls were throwing the party for, Christina, in all the photos. Jesse gasped as she looked through, seeing Christina in the catsuit with the helium tube in her mouth. There was also another girl turning the switch of the tank, blowing up Christina. This gave Jesse a great, devious idea to get back at Teresa.
Without hesitation, she only took the catsuit.
"Hey Teresa!" called Jesse.
"What?" Teresa whined.
"Look what I found!" Jesse showed her the silver, shiny catsuit. Teresa gasped in amazement.
"Let me see!" exclaimed Teresa as she snatched it from Jesse, "I don't care whose this is, I'm wearing it for the party!" She got up and went to the bathroom to change.
"Phase 1, complete," Jesse said to herself.
Teresa came back with the catsuit on. It was extremely tight, but with her slim figure, she didn't look fat. Jesse was a bit jealous, but that would soon change. "Um, Teresa..." mumbled Jesse.
"Yeah?" asked Teresa.
It seemed as if Teresa was warming up to Jesse. She wasn't as rude as she used to be before. Jesse didn't care though, she was still a whiner, which bothered her a lot. She was going to go through with her plan.
"Do you want to try something really cool?" Jesse asked.
"Okay, sure," Teresa answered.
"Okay. First, stand over there." Jesse pointed to an area with no items around. It was empty.
"Okay..." Teresa obeyed, confused.
"Stay there and don't move. You can't move. Also, close your eyes." Commanded Jesse.
"Alright," Teresa replied.
Teresa had never disliked Jesse, but she always knew Jesse was somewhat jealous of her. She thought maybe whatever Jesse was about to do might bring them closer together... she has no idea what's actually up Jesse's sleeve... or tube.
Jesse came back into the room, carrying the helium tank, along with the tube attached. Teresa, still standing still, kept her eyes shut. Jesse went over to a table and saw a blindfold. She placed it over Teresa's eyes.
"What's this for?" Teresa questioned.
"You'll see," replied Jesse, "Don't worry, this'll be fun."
Jesse brought the tank closer to Teresa.
"Open your mouth," Jesse said, "I know this seems weird... and you'll feel a bit... light... but you'll enjoy this."
Surprisingly, Teresa didn't ask anything. Obeying, she opened her mouth a bit. Jesse placed the tube (mouthpiece) in her mouth.
"Now close," Jesse requested.
Teresa obeyed.
"Now the fun begins, heh heh heh," chuckled Jesse under her breath. Jesse began to turn the switch of the helium tank on. A hissing sound came from the tube. Teresa started to make sounds from her astonishment. She couldn't see it, but the helium was inflating her body. Her cheeks puffed up as the air filled her. Her chest began to grow large, like two big balls. She started to feel her stomach bloat outwards, as her back and butt did the same.
Teresa started to make the noises again.
She thought to herself, "Jesse is blowing me up like a big balloon! I can't get this hose out of my mouth either! Oh, I hope I don't pop!"
Teresa was growing bigger and bigger. The catsuit was becoming ever so tight. With her body still expanding, Jesse laughed her head off.
"The guests will sure get a 'bounce' out of this!" exclaimed Jesse.
Teresa got more round, with her cheeks still puffed, her stomach blowing up. Her stomach was beginning to get so big, her arms went from her sides up to her ears. She resembled a large, silver ball.
"So big," Teresa thought, "I'm still growing. I can't move at all! I'm going to pop!"
As if reading Teresa's mind, Jesse said, "I won't let you pop. I have a better idea."
Jesse walked over to Teresa, with a cork in her hand. She removed the tube from Teresa's mouth and quickly replaced it with the cork so no air would escape.
Slowly, but noticeably, Teresa felt extremely light. She was so large and spherical, she couldn't see her feet. Even with the cork in her mouth, her cheeks were still puffed.
Without warning, she felt even lighter. She was beginning to float! Her feet were no longer touching the ground. Instead, she floated towards the ceiling, bounced on it. The only thing she could move at all was her hands. She began to flap them as if she was swimming so she could try to move a bit.
"So, how is it? Being a party balloon and all?" Jesse asked, laughing and proud of what she had accomplished.
There was a knock on the door. Jesse went to answer it. All the guests had arrived at the same time. As they walked into the main room, they saw Teresa, ballooned, floating on the ceiling.
"That's a really cute balloon, Jesse!" exclaimed a young girl.
"Where's Teresa?" asked another girl.
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*Korm flew along the dusty road on the* BMW-F800S leaving a dusty trail behind him. The sun was just rising above the trees to his left and the cold wind was combing his hair. He had left at 5 o clock in the morning, locking the shelter up and stashing his laptop into a backpack he pushed the bike outside, mounted up and headed off towards Oondatta. After two hours of streaming along the road no one was following him as far as he could tell, so he decided that he could pick up the speed a little, which was where he was no, kicking up the speed and breezing along.
The 40km he had left to go gave him time to ponder the situation, from the video footage at his house he knew very little about the attacker. He knew that there were two men, he had only seen one but someone was driving the truck. He knew that the man spoke English and as the man was wearing a cap, he knew he was of a medium build with brown eyes, no visible tattoos or scars and he didn't know the hair colour. He hoped that the Lab was doing better in their investigations.
He knew, as well, that they were after something on his computer, probably his research into genetic manipulation, combination and synthesisation.
A flock of birds interrupted his thoughts, the murder of crows flew up off of the road and lazily dragged themselves around the sky in circles for a bit before taking off into the scrub. Birds, a magnificent animal, one that he would have loved to cross with a human. But alas, human and bird DNA were not compatible because the hollow bones that let birds fly, also made a human body too frail to be of any use, sure it would fly theoretically, but the wingspan required would be ridiculous with normal human bones, and if they too the birds hollow bones, a landing would most likely destroy the subject.
He had originally created a dog soldier because of the ease that a dog can be trained, if that trainability could be transferred to a human then they would be great soldiers. The Cat on the other hand was not easily trained, unless you knew what you were doing, but the stealth capabilities outweighed the training issues, which could always be overcome. Up ahead on the road Korm spotted a white concrete post embedded in the embankment, this was a marker telling him the he had only 15km left until he was on the highway, after travelling along the highway for 10km there was another turn off and then only 15km to the storage for the bike.
The first storage was in the opposite direction, away from Oondatta to confuse any tails, so in the end instead of 60km to the Lab he had to travel just over 100km.
By the time he reached the second storage, the sun was creeping up to its apex, approaching the time that his body new was coming, lunch time. He pushed the bike into the second storage, and after locking up form the inside, he went downstairs and connected his laptop up. This storage was identical to the first in every way except one; this one had a link to the Lab, and underground rail system that extended almost 20km under the un-assuming, lonely terrain above. He punched in his code, opened the encrypted communication program and let the Director know that he was ready to come in.
"Arrived at second Pit, not followed, verify." He Let them know he was there, he wasn't followed and asked them to verify via satellite that he had no tails.
Korm pulled a ration pack from the backpack and chewed absently on the jerky, he had never liked military jerky it was so tasteless. But at least it was something. After a few minutes of protracted chewing a reply came to his terminal.
"VERIFIED, Proceed with arrival, CODE4915."
*He shut his laptop, shoved it back into the bag, grabbed his rubbish and headed even further underground. Descending the stairs in the dark, he counted twenty-three. As his foot hit the landing at the bottom, he saw a train car with a keypad on the door. He walked to he pad and entered the code, the door hissed open and a voice told him the train would depart once he was seated. Korm sat down and began to relax. Even though it was 20km to the Lab, he had learned that it was always important, especially for someone who doesn't sleep much, to grab as much sleep as they can even in odd places. Korm quickly settled to sleep.*
"Korm?" It was the first time that the black feline, humanoid had spoken his name. Somehow it felt odd. All her previous communications had been exclusively in Latin or Eighth century English*or science terminology.*
"Korm?" He moved his head left and right through the thick air it seemed as if he was moving in slow motion. Finally after several left and right sweeps, he saw her over to his right.*
*He tried to speak but found, once again that he couldn't but at least he could move. He moved his feet, left, right, left, right. Very slowly he was approaching her he longed to see her face. He had a feeling he had seen it before but it was always just outside his minds reach, he also knew that he KNEW her name, but he couldn't summon it up.*
"KORM!" This time she yelled as if in fear. He didn't know what she was scared of and this stressed him he needed to protect her, the mother of his child, he had to keep her safe! He was getting closer still, he could make out the bulge of her stomach now, he could see the shine of her claws, the definition of her cat-paw feet. He could see her breasts, the nipples hard and standing in fear or excitement, he could see the curves on either side of her belly pointing the way through the cat fur into the orifice that would bring forth his child. Her pointed catty ears were direct forward, towards him as if listening for his words.*
*He was within touching distance now, he raised his arm and stroked her ample belly going from top to bottom. He continued down dragging his hand through the fuzz around her nether regions, the danger that seemed so important seconds ago forgotten, not only for him, but for her as well.*
*She bought her hand up as well and gripped his shaft that was already hard. Funny he thought he had been wearing clothes when the dream started.*
*His right hand moved a little more south and then he plunged a finger forward into her moist depth, while his left hand moved to stroke her back.*
*He could feel her motioning him forwards, trying to get him closer and he complied. Extracting his finger from her warm depths, she stopped rubbing his shaft and continued pulling his forwards while she kissed him deeply.*
*Their tongues intertwined and he once again felt the erotically-unique texture of her feline tongue, but he still couldn't see her face.*
*He could feel the warm radiating out from her bathing his shaft. She was a female, of course she would be warmer when pregnant. They moved closer, millimetres at a time.*
*The flow of time within the dream was slowing down it was taking forever to reach her. Her tongue had stopped moving within his mouth, and her hands had gone rigid on his chest.*
"ABEO!" The latin word for away, she shoved his chest hard and he fell backwards landing on the ground that was surprisingly soft. When he hit the ground he blinked and she was gone.*
*BEEP!*
"Please Depart the Train, do not leave anything on board as no items will be returned."
Korm rubbed a hand over his face and dropped it into his lap, his pants were tented, the dreams were starting to feel more real as well. It was as if she had actually been stroking his shaft. He put a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock so that it sat against his stomach, thus hiding his arousal. He rose from his seat, grabbed the backpack that contained his hard drives, laptop and other essentials and headed for the door. It hissed open and he was presented with the same access systems that existed on all entrances to the Lab, a double thumbprint scan, he scanned at station one and a door swung open. After entering the mag-locks engaged and he swiped his thumb a second time. He saw the camera watching him, verifying that it was indeed him and not just someone using his prints, or dismembered thumb.
When he got inside, it didn't surprise him to see two med.Tec guards waiting for him. On closer inspection one was Neil and the other was Nameless, ah his personal guards. Neil approached him as he walked up the darkened corridor.
"Nice to see you back Korm." He extended his hand, which I shook.
"Thanks, I guess it's to the director's office first then?" We both turned and headed towards Nameless.
"Yes. He has requested that we take you to him immediately. Give your bag to Nameless and we will continue on, your bag will be delivered to your lab. Oh and did you know your hand is sticky?" | Genetic Children-Log 04- Did you know your hand is wet? by Korm | [
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Two weeks ago Sandy and I had spent a mind blowing night together. She had been a little distant since then so I was afraid. I was afraid we had gone too far too fast. I had been patient waiting for her to return two calls. I decided to make it three. Fuck it. I didn't really feel like I had anything to lose anymore. I called. She answered. I started shaking.
"Hello."
"Hi Sandy, it's Brianne."
"Hi Brianne! It's nice to hear you." she responded. "Sorry I haven't called. I just finished some double shifts. I haven't been doing anything but sleeping and working".
"Oh I see. I was worried that something happened to you."
"Nope, I was hoping you could come over to watch our shows together. You have perfect timing if you're free tonight." she said.
"Yes, I'd love to."
Maybe I was worrying about nothing. I grabbed a sweatshirt to wear over my tank and yoga pants. My hair was back in a ponytail, makeup was good enough and my cock was tucked back letting my pants hide it completely. I drove there carefully because I was still shaking a bit. I stopped on the way for a bottle of merlot. I actually bought two bottles making sure one had a screw top. I needed something to sooth my nerves so I parked a house down from hers, positioning the car so she couldn't see me inside. I took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank. I sat for a moment and felt the wine take effect. I took another drink. Bottoms up! Not quite but at least half of the bottle was gone. It was nice. It helped. I grabbed three pieces of cinnamon gum and started chewing aggressively. I took a deep breath, grabbed the full bottle and went to the door.
She greeted me wearing a white tank top, pink short shorts and her dark wig. She was beautiful with very subtle makeup. Her toenails shined from the light inside and I noticed her fingernails matched. She invited me in.
She thanked me for the wine and poured two glasses. I followed her into the kitchen grateful that her house was warm. I hung my sweatshirt on a stool. She had a bolognese sauce on the stove and put ravioli into water when I got there. I was thankful. I hadn't eaten since breakfast.
"It smells delicious." I commented.
"Thanks. I started it this afternoon so we could share it. I was distracted so I forgot to call you earlier." she responded. She looked beautiful. Her voice was soothing and reassuring. The food smelled fantastic. My head was swimming from the wine. I melted for her. I completely forgot she hadn't called, texted or emailed in two weeks. My pain had disappeared completely when I saw her smiling back to me. All the problems from my life fell away when we were together. She walked over to me while I leaned back on her counter. She put her arms around me and we kissed. Everything was perfect. The timer went off and she dished up salad and the ravi and bolognese. I topped off our glasses and we sat at the table. I barely remembered to spit my gum in the garbage.
We sat together on the same side to watch our TV series. Two episodes later we were finished and moved to the couch. The third episode finished and she turned to me. I had just turned to look at her. Our lips were close so I leaned in and waited. She would have to bridge the gap if she wanted it. Thankfully she did. She passionately kissed me. I returned her kiss.
We made out. I pulled back and she came forth over me. She broke off and excused herself to use the bathroom. I refilled our wine glasses from another bottle she had. She came back to me from the bathroom, naked. She swung her hips. Her cock was tucked back so I just saw her neatly trimmed bush. She smiled as she sat next to me. She put her hand on my breast and teased my nipple through my top.
"I feel overdressed." I told her. I stood up and she undressed me. My cock swung out after she pulled my pants and thong down. She pulled my tank top off and held a breast with her hand. A shiver went through me when she pinched the nipple. She rolled it in her fingers. It felt so good but I wanted more. I sat back next to her. She bent over me and licked my cock. I moaned, letting her know she was on the right track. She continued licking it, then engulfed the head.
"Oh" I moaned. I stretched my legs and she slid her mouth down my cock.
"Ohhh" I moaned again. Her mouth was warm and soft and slick. It had been nearly two weeks since I had cum, the last time we were together. Her tongue was magnificent. She licked my shaft again. I wanted to cum but she slowed down. She held back a bit longer before letting it happen. When she let me cum I shot my load like it was my first time. Two weeks worth of waiting ended in her mouth. It was one of those powerful orgasm where I felt the cum traveling from the base through my cock to the head before squirting out. I saw her jump at the first shot and settle back for the rest. She swallowed it and came up to kiss me. We shared another erotic kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. After we parted I saw there was a little remaining on her lip that I gently licked off.
We laid on the couch together both naked still. She slid her butt back to me pressing it on my cock. I know she was trying to get my cock up again but it had only been a few minutes. She nestled back more and pulled a light blanket over us.
A few minutes went by before she tried again. She turned her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Creating a space for her hand she reached down to hold my cock. I was hard in seconds. She aligned my cock with her hole and turned back to wait. She didn't try to get me in her. I pushed forward lightly to discover she had lubed before we laid on the couch. I pushed further and she moaned. I pushed again and felt my head slip in. She moaned much louder. She was too tight. My cock was squeezed but I pushed again slipping another inch in. She turned to look in my eyes. I waited for her hole to adjust.
She had been the one to put my cock there. She had lubed before laying with me. She would have to work through it to adjust. I pushed my cock in until her cheeks pressed on me. I waited for her to feel accustomed to it. I pulled back and pressed in again. She was loosening but still tight. The next time she met my stroke by pushing back when I bottomed out. I pulled out to push in again. And again. This time she started grinding on me. I stayed still and she picked up her pace. She slid her ass down my shaft. Her cheeks rubbed on me when she bottomed and ground her hips. She built a rhythm while I kissed her neck.
"Cum in me" she whispered. "I need to feel it." she increased her speed and I met her movements. Her ass was still tight as she moved back on me. I pushed in and felt my orgasm rising. She pulled away and stopped. I pushed forward, my cock entering her to its base. She moaned and I repeated the move. My orgasm was closer. I felt the pleasure starting in my legs, spreading to the rest of me. I increased the pace and her moans matched. My cum was ready and I pushed in one more time. I moaned and pulled her closer. My cum shot into her ass. My cock throbbed in her reminding me her ass was still really tight.
She pulled off to use the bathroom. She came back with a damp cloth to clean me. She wiped my cock and then took it in her mouth. She worked my soft cock with her tongue. I saw that her cock was still erect. In the past she didn't want me to give it any attention even though I had. I asked her to lay down so I could work on her. She did and I straddled her. Our cocks touched and my breasts hung down on her chest when I leaned down to kiss her. I moved down to tease her nipples. I took one in my mouth using my tongue to play with it. She responded so I teased more aggressively by biting it. I moved to the other and teased it until it was hard. I kept playing with them as I slid further down her.
I reached her cock. I licked her precum from the tip. She moaned approval so I took it further. I licked down her cock to her balls. I teased them before taking each in my mouth. I licked back to the head and wrapped my lips around it. The familiar taste of precum was welcome. I sucked her cock in my mouth taking her in to the base. My nose buried in her bush. Her cock filling my mouth. Her soft feminine scent filling my nose. I held her balls in my hand while sliding my mouth back up her cock. I got to the tip, swirled my tongue around the head before taking her in again. I repeated this and could tell she was close. I was anxious to taste her cum. It would be my first of her. I took her in again giving extra attention with my tongue. Her cock swelled and she pushed her cock towards me.
She came in my mouth. It flowed quickly and filled my mouth. I was delighted that she let me get her off. I milked her to get as much as I could. I swallowed before moving up to lay next to her. She relaxed and I could see her satisfaction on her face. She climbed over me to stand up and lead me to her bedroom. It was the first time I had been in it. We fell asleep quickly sleeping well into the morning.
When I woke Sandy was wearing a black bra with her forms, a matching black thong and her darkest wig. She was straddling me while rubbing my cock. It hardened quickly bringing her to smile her appreciation. She scooted up me enough to get my cock between her cheeks. She pulled her panties to the side, lining her hole up with my cock. She let herself sink down onto my cock. It slid into her tight asshole. She pulled her legs forward a bit so she had as much in as possible. I could see it was testing her. Her expression showed pleasure mixed with pain. Slowly her pain was subsiding and she started to ride me.
I grabbed her cock and rubbed it in time with her movements. She moved faster leaning her head back. Her ass held my cock perfectly as she rode it. Her rhythm was bringing me close to cumming. I was able to use her precum to lubricate her cock. I pressed the front of it with my thumb. She moaned and I did it again. I was on the edge and felt she was close too. I ran my thumb down her cock again. I watched it swell and her cum shot over my chest. I couldn't hold back. I shot cum into her ass. She milked my cock with her ass while my orgasm subsided. Spent, she rested her body on me while recovering.
We showered and put on our makeup, got dressed and headed out for brunch. Sandy let me borrow a dress and shoes. We had a wonderful meal and got a little shopping in. We each purchased new sets of bras and panties, a few dresses and another pair of boots. We got back to her SUV and put our bags in the back.
We climbed in the front. Before driving away she leaned to me and we kissed. Her tongue driving me crazy, her lips warm against mine.
"Recline your seat" she commanded. I complied knowing something good was going to come of it. She lifted my dress and I helped pull my thong down. She engulfed my cock in one rewarding move. She pulled my dress down to cover her head. Luckily it was a stretchy lycra dress. I watched her head stretch the dress taught as she lifted off me. I watched it shrink back as she took more cock back in her mouth. I was nervous someone would walk by. Her actions were obvious if anybody looked over. She was working my cock well. Her tongue was hitting the right spot and I was going to cum quickly. I came and she collected it all before pulling her head from my dress. She sat back in the driver's seat.
I pulled my panties up and straightened my dress before she drove us home. We made plans to get together again next weekend. We said goodbye with a soft kiss. I'm hoping she will have a chance to meet for lunch during the week. | Meeting a Cross Dresser Ch. 02 | [
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The city lay in ruins, as impossible as it seemed. An ocean of flames consumed the land where the metropolis once stood...but how could this be? It boasted as the perfect city, the perfect defense, and the perfect society, impregnable in all respects...lo, there stood a figure! His silhouette magnified by the hellish inferno, a menacing physique, indeed. A large, billowing cloak, broad shoulders, a long, flowing mane of arcane moonlight silver reflecting the crimson and ochre flame, clutched at his right a malicious scythe that Death itself would fear. He glances over his shoulder, terrifying, piercing eyes of bloody gold and topaz stare over a high collar. A face is seen, but it cannot be! Staring into a mirror, and only the darkest shadow glares back...
"NO!" came a scream to the empty bedroom, accompanied by feverish panting and gasping, cold sweat drenches the bed sheets. In a panicked dash he - Gus - bound to the window, the curtain drawn and blocking an ill omen of a fiery light. The shudders burst open to expose the outside upon which a gust of brisk morning air cordiality greeted, showing that the city was still intact and boasting a wild flower sunrise peaking over the horizon. He let out a sigh like a worried parent might after finding a lost child, dropping to his knees and resting his elbows upon the windowsill, then flipping about to sit on his bum, one leg bent up at his chest and the other resting on the ground.
"Thank the gods, thank the gods, thank the gods," he chanted for a few seconds, regaining his breath and regulated blood pressure. He sighed again, this one much smaller, refreshed by the breeze from the window that passed over his sweat-covered body, feeling a chill up and down his powerfully built physique. His eyes rested upon the mirror opposite said window, reflecting a body to be proud of - this one not depicting previous demonic imagery. 6'7" in height and built like a Clydesdale brick house, silky tan fur with a white 'glove' for each 3-digit hoof, smooth charcoal knuckles as opposed to crystalline pewter (like in the nightmare). A milk chocolate mane that falls to his pertinent nipples down a side of his long, white-lined snout accessorized with deep, ocean blue, narrow eyes - the ones that are commonly known as "Bedroom Eyes". His broad, muscled chest sported a slightly lighter shade, tracing over a narrowing torso to end under his crotch (hanging from which a common-place, dark-colored horse endowment, at full size but lacking in erectness - he commonly sleeps in the buff). He smiled at the reflection, his normal colors, and not the black fur and silver mane like the one in his dream.
He grunted and rose from his seat, his braided tail falling behind him and swaying in his step from the window to the bathroom door, needing a shower after his terrifying nightmare. He had slightly larger than normal washing accommodations, a perk of the High Council since no one in the entire city can keep track of the literature of the Grand Library like he, the royal librarian, can. Having arisen earlier than he normally would on a workday like today, he found himself with a full hour in which to waste - a few thoughts went through his mind. A bountiful cone of steaming hot water cascaded over the stallion's pelt, matting the fur in but a few seconds as he swept his hooves over his body.
With a careful touch he reached behind and began undoing the braid of his tail, so it would not grow mildew. The base of his tail perked a bit, making it easier for him to untie the long hairs growing from the extended flesh at the end of his spine. The final tresses soaked in the water, one hoof lifting the tail up as the other felt about a red and swollen anus, making him wince at the tender flesh. It had always been painful to touch, ever since that night 12 years ago...
An exuberant teenager named Gus, a fledging into puberty, travels with his older brother, Brady. They'd gotten notice to evacuate from their village before the swarm of evil shadow beasts could devour them, and to flee to the city-state of Utopolis, the last known Sanctuary to stand against the rising demonic menace. It was when they were traveling through the Grotte de la Démence - a remote jungle rich with fungi whose spores have notoriety to bring out the deepest instincts and most vile of desires - that they had feasted upon mushrooms due to their dwindling supply of rations. Night fell, and they both felt themselves dizzied, unfocused, and hearing their own voices speak to them.
The humidity was certainly something they were not used too, since being from the Highlands way up north they only donned their kilts and no armor. Throughout the day Gus found himself staring longingly at his brother, his eyes dancing across the dark chocolate pelt his brother boasted, how each muscle appeared sculpted and pieced by master artisans. His thoughts were filled with images he didn't know were possible, and concepts completely foreign; he'd accidentally seen his brother mount a mare before, but instead his memories shown himself in the female's place.
There they sat next to the campfire, at wit's end after just a day in the hellish grotto. Gus fidgeted and twitched, Brady remaining completely calm, almost dazed. The colt panted softly, trying everything he could not to stare at his brother, but the insanity from the mushrooms gave him no peace; erotic images dancing like malicious imps about his imagination. Gus could stand it no more, and as if his mind snapped he tore off his own kilt and lunged into his brother's lap, pulling the plaid cloth away and grabbing hold of the elder's thick package, shoving the tip into his maw and suckling it hungrily.
Brady gasped in surprise, leaning back then panting heavily; the last strand of sanity he clutched was cut lustfully as his hoof set on his brother's head and rubbed over his neck, his shaft hardening in the young, hot muzzle. Gus cradled the heavy orbs and swallowed the plump, ebony cock, bobbing his maw over the hot throbbing pillar of meat. Not long after the initial assault, Brady sprayed a thick rope of pent up cream into the colt's virgin throat, quickly spilling from his lips and over his own ballsac.
Gus's eyes shot open the instant his brother's seed hit his tongue, like the 'shroom-induced madness was whisked away darkness in the presence of a flash of light. He began to gag, no longer drowned in lust but now drowning of hot seed from his brother - whom had no intentions of stopping. Gus whimpered as he quickly remembered what he provoked, beginning to cry as his brother's shaft plunged into his throat, filling his stomach with thick cream. Brady released his hoof, the colt pulling off and gasping as he gulped down the remaining cum, his muzzle and lips covered in the essence of his brother.
"Brady...!" whined Gus as he backed off, his elder brother soon crawling over to him, his cock still rigid and throbbing, a dangerous lusty look in his eyes as he glared over poor Gus. The colt whimpered and spun to escape, only to trip and land face down, unknowingly presenting himself to the sex-maddened stallion behind him; Gus attempted to escape again, but felt a strong hoof grab his ankle. He looked mortified over his shoulder, quivering as Brady crawled over his brother, straddling his hips and parting his virgin rump cheeks. "Brady..." pleaded Gus, sniffing softly in vain as his older brother gave his cries no acknowledgment, only lifting his back end up higher and pushing the bulbous head of his merciless cock against the virgin anus. Gus gasped as tears beaded at the corners of his eyes, biting his lower lip and clenching the ground, bracing himself as best he could, "Please...don't..." he whimpered once more, but his begging fell on deaf ears...
The memory of that night always haunted him, and the sore anus didn't help to relieve the travesty. It felt like it wasn't the act that was so horrible, but their deathly silence that infected the next 2 days when they tried so fervently to look at each other. Eventually they talked over what happened, and forgave each other for what they did, but Gus could never forget...that is to say, his ass would never let him forget. Over the 12 years his wounds healed to some degree, but it was always unbearable whenever he sat for too long, or excreted too bountifully. The same chain of thoughts passed his mind when his anal rim ached, feeling the seed of his brother pass through his body, flushing it out later that night; it always ended with an attempt to think of something happier, like getting ready for the day ahead. He stood before his standing mirror after drying off, combing his main and tying it back, slipping on his pants and tunic, tying the shawl around his shoulders and grabbing the cane that acted as a symbol of his position.
Out the door and down the steps, greeting the normal assortment of passerby and food cart curators, flipping 3 silver coins to the fruit seller for 3 apples as breakfast. When he reached the steps of the royal library he tossed the core of the last apple into his maw and licked his hooves clean (quickly drying them on the shawl) before opening the magically-locked doors with his cane. He was rather surprised by the sheer lack of patrons, but merely thought it linked with the new projects popping up around the city; such days made it relaxing and easy to properly organize the library. At the book checkout desk he discarded his shawl and cane into a safe keeping place, revealing the navy blue vest and white blouse he wore underneath. He grabbed a nearby cart and loaded it with the returns, setting off for his normal routine with a soft smile and a gentle song.
"The Chieftain War...Growing Corn...The Life of Bartholomew the Majestic..." Gus listed to himself, carting books to their destinations one by one, but finding a bit of a snag when the place for the final returned book was high above his head; the ladder was over by 'D', and there he was in 'V'. He sighed and contemplated spending the time to do a task safely and properly, then figured that the book cart was stable enough to hold his weight. With great care, he stepped from one height of the cart to the other, standing up on the 3 foot wheeled implement, but lamenting that the shelf he needed was still another 2' above. He contemplated hopping down from the cart and spending the time to do a task safely and properly, then figured he could reach high enough to put the book in its place.
He tilted his hind hoofs to their tips, reaching up and grabbing a shelf to stable him, then stretching the literature-laden arm to poke the book into its slot. Success! With a nudge of his finger the last return was right where it should be; as he gave a soft sigh of accomplishment his hind hoof slipped on the top of the cart and caused him to lose his footing. In a panic he grabbed onto a shelf with both fore hooves and curled up a bit, sitting his hind hooves on a lower shelf so he wouldn't fall. His ears erected when he heard the cart ram into the bookcase behind him, and on impulse he jumped the gap between bookcases he knew he couldn't reach across, in hopes to add needed weight to keep one from toppling over. Despite his good intentions he caused the one he was on earlier to tilt from the force of his jump, triggering a devastating domino reaction.
His face buried into the bookshelf he clung to, the stallion dared not glance over his shoulder at the assumed catastrophe following the pandemonium of over 2 dozen toppled bookcases, each roughly the size of the broad side of a barn. A discontented groan escaped his lips, meticulously stepping from the shelf with the utmost care. Sighing heavily, he treaded in disbelief to the aisle off to the side, his face pale and head hung.
"This'll take days to fix..." he grumbled, falling to his knees and wishing he could sink into the floor and disappear. The corner of his eye caught the ladder sticking out from the wreckage, sighing heavily again. He shook his head, knowing full well sulking won't get the job done; so he sat himself down and crossed his arms as he tried to recall the inventory. Eyes shut as he delved into his memory banks, pulling out names and titles from A-Z, tapping his hoof knuckles against his arms whilst he pictured where each book went on which shelf in which bookcase.
A quarter hour went by in deep thought before he stood again, dusting himself off and glaring on towards his problem with a fiery eye, ready to fix his problem, only to find that there was no problem to fix. Every case, every shelf, every book placed in perfect order, like they never fell. He could only look on in disbelief, soon questioning his own sanity.
"That's...not possible..." he muttered quietly to the silent library, walking over to the cart, and placing a wavering hoof on the case next to it, feeling the sturdy wood. His eyes scanned the titles and each one in the place exactly as he remembered it. "Maybe I'm coming down with something..." he pondered softly to himself, so sure that there was a calamity despite the overpowering evidence that there wasn't. In haste he returned to his desk, stowing the cart and plopping into his chair, staring at the bookcases, as if expecting a cruel 'Gotcha!' to pop out at any moment. Hours of paperwork passed and nothing out of the ordinary occurred, much to Gus's mixed feeling of relief and suspicion.
The library remained quiet as a cemetery, and as Gus looked up to the stain glass depicting an accurate timetable of the day, he found that the shadow of the sundial fitted into the window was pointed at lunchtime; before he dismissed it for more time to work his stomach growled a rather persuasive rebuttal. He chuckled and patted his belly, standing from his desk, wincing as his tailhole recalled its soreness. He grumbled and rubbed his rump some; sighing and glancing up he found a well-dressed feline standing behind the desk, a book in his paw. Gus mentally reeled back at the startling figure before him, but kept visibly calm as he smiled cordially, "Hello sir, how may I help you?" he politely inquired, sitting back down and hiding the sudden discomfort from sitting on his sore rump.
The librarian scanned over the patron with hidden cynicism; Utopolis boasted its defenses for at carnivorous denizens, keeping the "prey" inside and sanctified. The daemonic menace terrorizing the landscape beyond the safety of the city-state walls had horrifying effects on the predatory individuals (tigers, wolves, sharks, etc.), primarily it drove them insane with Bloodlust, slaughtering and viciously devouring anything besides other meat eaters. Those that were infected with the Bloodlust were kept in the concentration camps just outside the city, making for further defenses against the evil shadows that lurked outside. However, a few of the "Carnies" (that were marked "Tamed", such as small cats, dolphins - and in some cases - bears) were given amnesty, but they could only eat fish and foul, and took residence in slums on the inner edge of the city-state. Gus knew plenty the political status of cats, and the fact that before him stood a black-furred feline in noble's clothes was indeed suspicious.
"You've helped me plenty, honored overseer of the royal literature," beamed the cat, "I've indulged many an hour reading and rereading this spellbinding book, and felt it only fitting to return such marvelous prose in person." Having said that, he set the book upon the desk and shown the horse another charming cat-like smile, rows of small fangs glinting beneath a lax array of whiskers. Gus wished nothing more than to distance himself as far from this cat as possible, yet whether through the restraint of social graces or the feline's enigmatical magnetism, he simply couldn't.
Luckily enough, the cat turned to leave, and Gus realized that another book sat away from its proper spot. Once again the library fell silent, leaving the stallion alone to replace the askew literature, and then have himself a bit of lunch afterwards. Upon reaching the designated case it became evident that the shelf lay high above his head. His ears perked, smirking to himself, and couldn't believe the turn of events that allowed him to correct his mistake so soon. In a manner of minutes he was up and down the ladder, book in place, and everything as it should be. Setting hoof into the aisle his ears perked again, hearing the suspicious creaking of a teetering bookcase, then a frightening familiar sound of crashing books and shelves. Gus spun around and stared dumbfounded at the calamity before him, 2 dozen bookcases lay like an array of fallen dominos. His aghast brow soon furrowed as he became indignant, quickly suspecting some plot against him after thinking this predicament through.
The bookcases weighed 700lbs each, and were 3' thick at least; he couldn't push one over even if he wanted to. He scratched his chin, raised a brow, and seriously questioned how he even toppled the bookcases the first time. Both brows raised, a looking of curiosity filling his eyes as he thought back to how this was the first time; he smiled, sitting down and closing his eyes, crossing his arms and delving once more into his deep thoughts.
He began with A and didn't stop until he got to G, opening his eyes to find that - as he suspected - books and cases were arranging themselves as he mentally called them off. Standing with pride and hooves on his hips he ran quicker down the list, watching with a smile and a hint of boyish giddiness as Z placed its last book. Air whisked under his step as he strutted back to his desk, humming delightfully to himself; and with a sudden dose of reality he wondered how he was able to do this. He'd never taken lessons in magic, in fact it was forbidden to use anything other than healing spells (which were only permissible to doctors and priests); whatever he'd just done should never be known to anyone but himself.
"Impressive," said an ominous voice from behind. Gus jumped out of his skin and spun around lightning fast, clutching his desk as he came face to face with the noble feline from before. "I saw the whole thing and I must say, you're quite the magician," beamed the cat, nodding over his shoulder to the bookcases, "Do tell, what ever did you do?" Gus could only stare in silence, voicing only with an "Uhh..."
"No, I didn't think so," laughed the cat, patting the horse on the shoulder. When they touched, Gus felt a dark, foreboding shadow loom over him, yet it stood like the shade of a tree in an intense heat; he immediately suspected that this cat wasn't entirely truthful. He narrowed his eyes and stared into the golden irises beyond black fur. "You're not a Tamed," stated Gus, "you're a Carnie." The cat smiled, though not the same magnetic grin from before.
"I began to worry you didn't know your own Blood," replied the stranger. Gus became scared, and then swatting the paw away from his shoulder as he switched to being indignant, "I am not a cat, and I'm certainly not a carnivore!" he snarled. The cat smirked again, "I agree with the former, the latter I'll let you find out for yourself; but I don't speak of that..." What the ebony stranger spoke next was a language that had been forgotten for a millennium, yet Gus could understand every word perfectly, "...You are an Arc Blood."
Gus felt his body fall into an eternal void, yet stood on firm ground; enveloped in darkness that stretched beyond space, time, and probability, yet surrounded by innumerable arcane runes and circles. In 1 billionth of 1 billionth of a blink of an eye, Gus returned to the library, standing right where he was, and not a single thing had changed...save for one less mysterious stranger. He fell to his knees and panted profusely, gulping and quivering as he remembered the image he saw: the mysterious patron stood with him in the darkness, except he stood as a lion with black fur and a silver mane, cloaked in a dark billowing cloak. He felt a pang of shock shoot through his heart, like he'd seen someone so similar before...but something blocked that memory.
A shake of his head and rising to his hind hooves, he brushed off his pants and held his head, trying to make sense of what just happened. Something caught his attention as he stood, swishing his tail and bending his legs a bit. His brows raised to his ears, looking over his shoulder and feeling his rump to find that it was no longer sore. Quick steps brought him to the libraries restroom, turning his back to the mirror above the sink and undoing the fastening of his pants, bringing the down just far enough to see beneath his tail. He gasped, lifting his haunches a bit more and brushing his tail to the side, finding that his once red, swollen anus had returned to the color it had been before that night 12 years ago.
He felt he could cry with happiness, rubbing a hoof digit across the puckered flesh, and only feeling a tiny tingle up his spine as opposed to the bolt of pain whenever it was touched. What shed the tear, however, was the revelation that he could finally look his brother in the eyes for the first time in a dozen years. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them, feeling his soul finally know delight after so long; he gazed back at himself through the mirror, planning to sport his kilt, and visit his brother's pub that very night.
The day couldn't go quick enough, but after lunch more patrons finally showed up, and as the sun began to set Gus practically jumped from his desk and closed the library up nice and secure. With every fiber of social graces and restraint he walked at normal pace back to his abode, but the instant he walked in the door he threw his clothes from his body and bound to his closet, foraging through his wardrobe to find his casual kilt, grinning wide as he slid it on, fastening the sash and sporran. As a final touch he set the beret upon his head, and walked out the door, shirtless and without pants.
Trotting down the lamp-lit street he came upon his brother's modest pub, "The Jolly Dragon" (named because dragons being thought mythical, and because Brady lost a bet). He breathed deep, swelling his chest and smiling wide, taking the step into the door. Inside it was Highland Night, a time when all those that fled the Highlands came together in their plaids and celebrated having made such a proud life in Utopolis. Rams and sheep, horses and mares, goats and ewes, all congregated in Brady's pub and dressed like Gus. With a smile the cream colored stallion sat quietly at the bar, soon approached by an unknowing older brother. Gus peaked up through his mane, smiling as he saw how good the years have been to his brother, he hardly looked different.
"What'll it be?" asked the bartender with a cordial smile. Gus looked up to his brother's eyes, smiling warmly as Brady quickly realized who sat before him. "Gus...?" His mouth hung open, then curled into a teary smile. He walked from behind the bar and stood next to the stool as Gus arose from his seat. Brady looked over his shy brother, unable to say anything, so summing up his entire reaction with a great, big, brotherly hug. Gus embraced his brother in return, not speaking a word between them, simply holding one another.
After a short while of gentle sniffling and hugging, Brady finally broke the embrace and faced his pub, introducing his younger brother. The night went on merrily, Gus meeting with the circle of friends Brady had accumulated, his sister-in-law, nephews and niece. Hours went by far too quickly, finally as tomorrow came Gus bid his friends and family a good night, promising not to be a stranger. The walk through a warm-aired night felt like a garden stroll, Gus staring up at the menagerie of stars far above his head, feeling as if everything was right with the world.
He padded through the street with a wandering mind, bathed in soft golden glow of the lamps. He stopped and decided to stand and enjoy the gentle breeze whisking across his pelt and through his mane; soon his repose was broken when the lamp above him spontaneously went out. He stared up at the unlit lamp, soon noticing that there was more light before him then behind; glancing over his shoulder told him that every lamp on his path was dark. Decision made, he started for home.
The next lamp he stepped beneath went out as sudden as the first, giving Gus an uncomfortable spinal chill. His pace quickened, yet the darkness from the lamps continued on before him, leaving the streets with only starlight to illuminate. Gus glanced about, the buildings cold and ghostlike; one lamp sparked to life immediately above him, all around enveloped in darkness. "You still don't know your own Blood..." bled from the ebony air, sounding ominously familiar. The mustang spun around, trying to find the origin of this eerie voice, then finding a silver-crowned shadow with haunting golden eyes; the light of the lamp bursting in blinding radiance.
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Text: Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more." Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles. She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't. When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature. Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.So it was, ultimately, only natural and to be expected that she would eventually find herself at a party in a sorority house, itself home to certain excesses."So." Riley dropped onto the couch, putting her arms up on the sides and crossing her legs. "What's it take to join Kappa Sigma Chi?"Claire gestured. "Well, we did have our own special hazing ritual, but we had to stop after we lost our last house, so we've gone back to binge drinking.""That's fine. Binge drinking never hurt anyone.""Right, sure. So, what'll you have? There's everclear, wine coolers, a few kegs...""Do you have any stout?"Claire thought for a second before turning to one of the other young women. "Do we?"She shrugged. "I'unno. There's probably a ton in that fridge downstairs. We won it in a contest but nobody bothered drinking it.""Go check."Riley relaxed, waiting patiently for a few moments. The young woman returned with two twelve packs in hand, and there was the clanking of glass as she set the cardboard packages roughly on the table beside her. Riley removed one of the bottles, turning it over in her hand to inspect the label. "Good."Claire said, "let me get you a bottle op-" She was cut short by a pop and the fizz of escaping gas as Riley casually wrenched the top off with her bare hand and raised the bottle to her lips. To say she drank it would understate the sheer speed at which the liquid poured down her throat, and to say she chugged it would indicate a certain gracelessness to the gesture. As it stood, she drained the beer down her throat in a matter of seconds, replacing it in the package. "Or you could do that.""Keep 'em coming," she said, removing a second."There's twenty-four bottles here.""I know, keep 'em coming."She looked over at Claire, who shrugged helplessly, before turning and leaving again.Riley drank in a steady rhythm, bottles of beer sliding down her throat one after another with no sign of hesitation. Bit by bit her trim stomach began to show the results of her binge, pushing her shirt outward. By the time the first package was finished she had a soft, round gut poking out from beneath the hem of her clothes, a band of flesh with a navel sunk into it. She reached down, unbuttoning her jeans, letting her belly force the zipper open in its search for room.Claire's friend appeared again, dropping off two more packages on the table. Riley removed another bottle, cracking it open as the girl stared. As she tilted it up their eyes met, and the girl looked away, taking the empties with her. Shrugging, she resumed drinking.As time wore on and more bottles were drained, Riley's gut became more pronounced as it filled with stout. Casually slumped on the couch as she was, it spilled between her legs as it grew larger, filling her lap more and more. This did not escape the notice of other party-goers, some of whom tried their best to gawk at her without looking like they were. By the time she was finishing the fourth twelve-pack newcomers were asking others if she was pregnant. She certainly looked it to the untrained eye, but her belly was softer and more teardrop-shaped.As Riley replaced the last bottle, Claire entered the room, stopping dead in her tracks upon seeing the swollen newcomer. "Are... are you okay?""Yeah, I'm..." Riley frowned, pressing both hands against the sides of her stomach. Her belly churned and gurgled, swelling outward as the stout inside of her fizzed and bubbled, rapidly taking up the entirety of her lap. Her skin seemed to ripple and vibrate, and just as Claire began to fear that she would burst, Riley opened her mouth and let out a long, ear-splitting belch, her stomach shrinking down almost, but not quite, to its previous size. The ambient noise in the sorority lowered as its inhabitants went quiet in stunned silence, picking up their conversations again after a few seconds. "I'm fine.""You don't feel... sick or anything, do you?"She thought for a second. "Got a little bit of a buzz. So, am I in?""Uh... yeah, sure.""Great." She raised her legs and, with a grunt, turned and laid down on the couch, her bloated belly looming over her body. "I'm just going to crash here for the night." She put her hands behind her head, glanced over at Claire and did a double take, her eyes following another young woman as she wheeled a keg past. "Hold it," she said, pointing. "Are you going to finish that?" | null | [
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Don’t Make This Weird “What’s it like?” Zoey asked abruptly, her fingers clicking wildly on the controller.
Darya looked up from her book, “What’s what like?”
Zoey cussed as the game screen flashed a bright blue white. She tossed the controller aside and snapped off the old console with an aggravated smack. “You know, being a mermaid and all.”
Darya’s head sagged back onto the pillow, “You promised you wouldn’t make this weird!”
“I’m sorry, I’m just so curious. I mean, how often do you get to have a professional mermaid for a roommate!” Zoey bounced up on the bed.
“It’s not that interesting, I promise you. Mostly it’s just people wanting to ogle your tits.”
“Yeah, I know, but you have nice tits.” Zoey made a crude gesture as if grabbing at her roomie’s breasts and squeezing them.
Darya blushed, her dusky cheeks only imperceptibly flushing and muttered something unintelligible.
Zoey pressed a bit more, “Aww, come on, what’s it like swimming with a tail and all?”
“You just learn how to do it. It’s just a silicone tail, nothing fancy.”
“Can I see it? How come you never bring it here? Is it pretty?”
“It’s safer at work in my locker. Besides it’s big and it’s heavy. I think it’s pretty, yes.” Darya picked her book back up and decided she was done with this conversation.
Zoey sat a moment, wondering why her friend was so reluctant to talk about her job, but she shrugged and wandered off to the kitchen to make some dinner. She’d always wanted to be a mermaid, but her figure wasn’t generous enough to get the job at the little mermaid themed titty bar. She debated if she could sneak in for a show. She was dying to see what her friend looked like in a tail, her dusky skin offset by bright colors, swimming around among coral and fancy fishes.
Darya slipped out of her dorm. It was already getting late. She needed to get to the club. She hated lying to her roommate about things, but it was just too complicated to explain. Ducking down a side street she made her way to the neon flashing sign. The Drunken Mermaid was the local town strip club, but it was sea themed. They promised mermaids and all the outfits of the dancers were chosen to bring up something of a nautical theme.
If only they knew the truth.
“You’re late.” Carl remarked as she entered the club’s back door.
Darya winced, “Sorry Carl, I was studying for a test.”
Carl just sniffed and waved her into the back.
Darya darted up the back steps to a small room. She fished out the key from her purse and unlocked the tiny room that was the only access to the tank. Thanks to her job as one of the resident mermaids, she had privacy that other girls didn’t have. The room was small, with a metal floor. Several hooks held various sea themed bikini tops, not that they were encouraged, while two big silicone tails leaned against the back wall, the outfits of her coworkers.
Not that she ever saw much of her two fellow mermaid girls. They were both nice, they’d met during her initial tryout, but since then they’d mostly worked separate shifts. This was in part due to Darya’s refusal to do girl on girl shows in the tank. Her boss wasn’t happy about that, but relented in favor of a big tit mermaid who worked for a reasonable rate. She probably made less than some of the dancers, but she’d never been graceful enough on two legs to master their gyrations around the pole. The water was her home.
A third tail, this one cheap rubber and far less impressive than the one she would be sporting was resting in a corner. It was her way of pretending. She’d gotten one that looked somewhat similar, just enough to keep people from asking questions.
She flipped open the lid to the tank, revealing a small ladder down into a hidden alcove with a dome of air over it. There were small pumps to push bubbles into the tank, and hidden hoses in some of the rocks to allow the other girls to breathe every minute or two while doing their show.
Darya ignored all of it.
She locked the door and set her purse down. Kicking off her shoes, and shaking herself out of her jeans. The plain t-shirt and bra followed into a pile in the corner, away from where the water might get them.
Rubbing her breasts gently, she enjoyed the feel of the cool air upon her nipples, but it would be nothing compared to the sensations that would follow.
Checking the clock, she slowly eased herself onto a seated position at the top of the ladder.
Darya shivered as her toe dipped into the water. Like an electric current the salt water tank welcomed her. Within moments she could feel herself responding to the call of the sea once more. The deep longing. She’d always had trouble putting the sensation into words, it was just too perfect a few moments of electrifying bliss as her feet exploded outwards into her gorgeous flukes, and twin lines of iridescent fins erupted from her legs stretching from her hips down to what had been her calves. It only took moments for her legs to merge from her crotch to her heels, just in time for her scales to cascade downward from her hips in a crosshatching pattern that lay over her skin like a glittering suit of medieval armor, if that armor were made of polished turquoise and amethyst gems. Lastly, her dorsal fin sprang from her backside even as her ears fanned outward and fingers became webbed.
Her full form, tan skin flowing into resplendent purple with a blue underside to her tail was a sight to see, even back home. She’d made many an older mermaid jealous of those fins. Now she paraded them for the humans like she was some random side show act. Still, it was money, and in the human world she needed it.
She was quite the draw. One thing always set her apart from the other girls in getting the attention. Her sex remained uncovered, it’s soft velvety folds tucked neatly right above the line of her scales. It hadn’t occurred to her at first to hide it, and when the owner had found out her made a great deal out of her willingness to be all there for the entertainment.
Taking a last lungful of air, she slid under the water, releasing it once she felt her gills open and fill with water.
Darya flicked her fins. If nothing else she enjoyed the freedom to be back in her natural form. She’d spend hours swimming in the tank. Sometimes just floating, sometimes chasing around. Thankfully it was moderately large, enough that she could swim in more than just circles, and it was salty. Dozens of little fish lived in the tank for effect, but the salt was important to her too.
Occasionally she’d look out at the crowd to see who was leering at her breasts. It was the usual gaggle of older men, business men and blue collar alike. A few made crude gestures, some even propositioned her. She ignored them all. Once in a while a lady would come watch her. Some seemed to long for what she had, a few were clearly there because they fancied her like the men did. She’d occasionally give them a bit of a look, but few could meet her dark, nearly black eyes.
Tonight, didn’t seem any different. She swam and people watched. Glancing out though she suddenly stopped. There in the audience was her roommate, tucked back in a corner, trying not to be seen, but her gamer chic look made her stand out among the regulars. Black hoodies with logos of games weren’t exactly common place among this crowd. Darya swore, releasing a stream of bubbles. She’d tried to avoid having Zoey see her, and now she knew Zoey was almost certain to try to get backstage. Hopefully Carl would keep her out until she could get away.
If Zoey was aware she’d been spotted, she gave no sign. She just watched from inside her hood. Darya checked on her for a while, little happened save she ordered something and sipped it now and again. Time was somewhat meaningless to Darya under the water, she never checked the clock, just swimming until someone rapped on the tank to let her know that they were closing. So she had no idea how long Zoey sat there, only that it was a long time, and that when it came time for her to get out of the tank she was nowhere to be seen.
The air felt harsh after the soft salt water. Darya coughed as she felt her gills expel the last of the water and seal up, letting her lungs fill with air once more. She hoisted herself clumsily out of the water, shaking herself as she tried to get far enough onto the rubber mats to pull her tail all the way out of the water.
The change back was less fun, as her skin dried out and her scales pulled back. It was like her body was being put back int a box that was just a little too small for her. Fins folded away, and webbing receded. Her legs split making her hips pop as she shifted them around. Finally, she wiggled her toes, she tried to get comfortable with them again. The first steps were always the hardest as she found her balance.
Damp, naked, and human again she pulled on her clothes just before a knock at the door. “Who is it?” She said as loudly as she could, knowing the pumps in the room made it hard to hear anyone.
“Carl,” came the muffled response through the door.
A lump formed in her throat for a moment, would he have brought Zoey up with him? No, Carl was too professional, he’d never let someone up without clearing it with her. “Just a second Carl, I’m almost dressed.”
Another muffled response, “Yeah, alright.”
She glided over to the door, now back in her street clothes and unlocked it. Carl’s bulk blocked out the tiny hall light. “Hey Carl, what’s up?”
“Just wanted to let you know you’ve got a new fan.”
Fan. That was code in the club for potential stalker. “I do?”
“Yeah, some mousy girl was being real nosy about you. Said she was your roomie and tried to get back stage to surprise you.” His matter of factness made it clear what he probably did after. “I take it she was invited to leave politely?”
“Yeah. She didn’t argue much, but still.”
“I know, I appreciate it Carl, and I think I know who you’re talking about. I do know her, but I appreciate you not letting her up here. Thank you.”
“No problem. Do you need to be walked out?”
“No, I’ll be okay. Thanks again Carl.”
Zoey wasn’t outside the club waiting. For that at least Darya was thankful. By the time she got home her roomie was in her bed, turned away from her.
Darya took a deep breath; it was better now than in the morning. “Okay, stop pretending to be asleep, I know you were at the club tonight.”
The response came as a whimper, “I’m sorry. I know I promised. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just really wanted to see you in your tail.”
Darya frowned a bit, “Trouble?”
“Yeah, I tried to see you after the show, but some guy told me to get out or he’d call the cops on me.” Zoey sniffed and wiped a sleeve across her nose. She’d clearly been crying.
“That was Carl, he doesn’t know you and he’s doing his job. No patrons backstage.” Darya sighed, she’d expected Zoey to be hyper bouncy, not scared to death by Carl. “Look, I’m sorry Carl scared you, but you shouldn’t have tried to do that.”
“But we’re roomies.” She pleaded.
“And that doesn’t give you permission to visit me at work.” Darya chided her.
“I know, but I really wanted to see.” She paused and looked up at Darya who still stood over her, hands on hips. “You were so gorgeous. I didn’t know they made tails like that. It was like you made love to the water.”
Darya threw her hands up with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, god, you’re making this weird again.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just really into mermaids.” “I get it, I do, but I really need this space to not be about being a mermaid. I’m here to study and you know, be a college student.”
“But you are a mermaid!”
Darya stopped and blinked. Her mouth opened and shut without a word coming out. For a moment she feared she’d been found out before she realized that Zoey just meant as a stripper. “It’s just a job Zoey.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have the figure for it and you do.”
Darya shrugged, “I think it’s less about the figure for a mermaid and more the figure for a stripper. I didn’t ask to get these huge tits.”
“And flawless skin, and, hell, even your coochie is pretty. It’s not fair.”
Darya blanched a bit at that realizing that her roomie had seen far more of her than she had realized. “Life isn’t fair.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Zoey sulked.
“Look, I’m sorry. I am just upset you broke your promise.”
Zoey picked up a pillow and pulled it into a tight hug. “I know, and you’re right to be mad at me. I’m a terrible roommate.”
“You’re not a terrible roommate.”
Zoey brightened a bit, “Then would you please teach me to swim in a tail?”
“What?” Darya had been caught completely off guard by that comment.
“I want to learn.”
Darya stammered, “I, um, well, you’ll need a tail first.”
“I’ve already got it. It came last week.” She reached under her bed and pulled out a long flat box which she pulled out a synthetic tail. It was pink and yellow, not the best color for the pale gamer girl, but she hugged it to her like it was made of gems. “See, I found one on sale. It’s real, one of the companies that actually makes one for swimming not just for show.”
Darya was caught now. She would either have to get her fake tail and try to teach her in that, or reveal she was a real mermaid. “Look it’s late. Let’s talk about it another time, okay?” “Please?” Zoey whined.
“Let me think about it, okay?”
Zoey kindly let the topic drop as Darya disappeared into the bathroom.
Darya spent the next few days avoiding Zoey as much as she could. Anytime she was around she’d give Darya a hangdog look and mope. It was getting annoying but honestly were Darya anything other than a real mermaid would she be so reluctant? Probably not. The few other mermaid girls she’d met working at the club loved sharing their hobby. That was it! She would get one of the other girls to teach Zoey!
It was still early, but it was her day off from the tank. Maybe she could catch one of the others before the show and ask! She dumped her books off at the room, ignoring Zoey’s surprised look as she dashed back out the door and down the street towards the club.
Mira was already in, “Hey, Darya, right?” She was a bit older that Darya, having swum for the Drunken Mermaid for almost a decade now. She kept fit and was still quite pretty, with her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and large heavy breasts that were currently proudly on open display as she changed.
Half out of breath, Darya nodded as she slumped into a chair next to the door. “Yeah, hey Mira, I have a favor to ask?”
“What’s up? Here, would you help me with my tail? I swear it’s getting harder to squeeze into it every year.”
Darya nodded and helped Mira wedge herself into the heavy tail and shift herself over to the tank entrance. All the while babbling about Zoey wanting to learn to swim with a tail.
“Well, why don’t you just teach her? I’ve seen you swim, you’re better than anyone I know.”
“Um, I really don’t have time to, and I, well feel awkward. My tail is cut a little to revealing for use in a public pool.”
“Oh, that’s it. Don’t want to show off the goods for free!” Mira laughed. “No worries, the other girls and I get together regularly. Bring her by. Here, give me a piece of paper, I’ll write down the address for you. It’s a private pool party just for mermaids. Most of us are former Drunken Mermaids, but we’ve got a few house moms that join us.”
“Really? You’d do that?”
“Sure, always happy to bring another mermaid into the shoal.” “That’s wonderful! What do I owe you?”
“Hmm, I’ll think about that. But membership is $50 in the club. Annual dues. So get your girl friend to pony up the cash when she comes. Cash or check.”
“Alright. I can do that.”
“Might bring yourself along too.”
“I’m not sure. Like I said, my tail is pretty revealing, and doesn’t react well to chlorine.”
“If you say so, but it’s just us girls. You haven’t got anything we haven’t seen a thousand times before. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some boobies to slap against the glass for a few bucks.” Mira chuckled and slid herself down into the water.
If Darya expected Zoey’s response to be muted in response to the news, she wouldn’t be her teacher, she was wrong. The small blonde gamer chick all but bowled her over with a hug, enough that she actually dropped her controller and let herself die on the game.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Darya tried to extract herself. “Come on, I just found you a place to learn. It’s $50 for membership, and here’s the address. Look I’ll even tag along the first time to make sure you get to meet Mira and Nadine. They’re the other girls from the club. A couple of the other former girls are in this group too, along with some housewives from what Mira said, so you’ll be in good company. Now will you quit trying to squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? It’s starting to hurt.”
Zoey reluctantly let go and picked up her controller, happily bouncing in her seat as she returned to the game. Darya breathed a sigh of relief, maybe her secret was safe after all.
The private pool wasn’t far, thankfully. Neither of them hard a car. Darya had said she was just going for moral support so she just trotted along while Zoey lugged a large duffle bag with her swimsuit and tail in it.
“I still think you should have brought your tail.”
“It’s too heavy, and besides it’s too risqué. You saw it.”
“But it’s all women here, right?” “Yeah, like some women aren’t into other women.”
“Oh pooh, I was hoping to see your tail again in the light. That club is dark and you just glow under those dim lights. Imagine if you were under the bright lights? You’d dazzle.”
“No thanks.” Daryla just shrugged.
The address turned out to be an old country club that had seen better days. The build up of the city around it had resulted in the former owners moving to a new location, leaving this as a rentable facility as they slowly sold off the surrounding golf course lands. The mermaid club had taken to its large Olympic sized pool with pleasure and had been renting it monthly for years at a pretty reasonable rate.
Mira was there, already in her tail, splashing about. So were several other women. A few others were just working on getting their tails on at the edge of the pool. Nadine waved at Darya, but it was Mira that swam over.
“Hi there, you must be Darya’s friend, I’m Mira.”
Zoey just bounced, “I’m Zoey! Oh wow, your tail is so awesome! Can you really teach me to swim like you?”
“I can try. Give Nadine your money for the membership and then slip into your tail.” Mira pointed over to Nadine who was carrying her own tail and a small box.
“Got it!” Zoey dashed off.
“You sure you don’t want to join us in the water?”
“I’m sure, just here for moral support for Zoey.”
“You mean to get her off your case?” Mira gave a knowing smile.
“Well, that too.”
“Alright, I get it, sometimes you need some space. Personally, if I could be a mermaid all the time I would. I wish you’d join us; I’ve seen your act. You’re phenomenal.”
“Thanks, I’ll think about it.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop pestering you about it now. Enjoy watching, I just can’t believe you wouldn’t rather swim.” Mira flicked her tail and shot off toward the shallow steps on the other end of the poor where Zoey was pulling her tail up over her hips. Darya had to admit it, she’d rather be swimming. She always would rather be swimming, but she had a secret to keep and it would be much harder to keep if she joined the mermaid club. Besides, chlorine burned her gills. Wandering away from the edge of the pool she watched as the various women flicked fins, swam back and forth and showed off in various ways. Mira took to her word and was slowly helping Zoey get used to the heavy tail fin and keeping herself above water enough to breath.
After a while Darya wandered over out of a mix of curiosity and boredom to see what was going on.
Zoey bounced a bit in the shallow water as she came up, waving at her friend, “Look! I am doing it!” Said with all the enthusiasm of a child who just discovered a new thing.
Darya just smiled and watched her roommate take a few tentative pushes with her tail fluke to swim over to the wall. She surfaced just below Darya’s feet.
“Oh my god this is so freaking awesome!” She abruptly pushed upwards and wrapped her arms around Darya’s legs.
It was too much. On the slick tiles Darya felt her feet give way as the weight of her friend dragged her down. Her balance, never as sure on land, couldn’t compensate for the sudden pull and she began to topple. In mere moments there was a tremendous splash, and Darya felt herself engulfed by the cool pool water.
She panicked. She could stay human in a shower, but not fully immersed. She could feel the changes already. Struggling to free herself of Zoey she kicked away, ripping at her shorts, trying to get them off before it was too late. Her gill slits popped open, chlorinated water poured into her body burning as it rushed past the sensitive gills. Her shorts barely made it over her feet as they began to unfurl, her legs already starting to merge as fins began to pop. She could hear others in the water, swimming towards her. The echoes from above the surface of people yelling. Arms reached for her, even as her scales rippled down her tail. She felt herself hauled up to the surface.
Blinking twice to clear the chlorine from her darkened sea eyes she looked at the woman holding her above water on each side. Mouths were open in shock. Around her a sea of heads bobbed above the ripples in the pool. Nadine and Mira pushing their way forward.
For a few moments not a word was spoken. The silence carried as much weight as her secret now. At last Darya smiled sheepishly. “Um, hi, thanks, I’m okay, really.”
Arms released her even as the silence turned into a cacophony of babbling voices. At last Mira raised her voice over the din and silenced everyone as Darya slunk lower to keep her gills moist and avoid more of the stares. “Darya, correct me if I am wrong, but you weren’t wearing a tail when you went into the water.” Mira’s voice was soft, but carried well. There was very clearly an edge of near panic and equal measures of shock and curiosity.”
Darya’s shoulders shrugged in the water, what was there to say. She finally just opted for the cheeky response. “Surprise?”
“Are you a?” Mira let the sentence drop. It couldn’t be real. Even as she stared at the luminous creature before her, it couldn’t possibly be true that she’d had legs just a few minutes before where that long tail now swept back and forth.
Darya sighed, there was no escaping this. Not with a dozen women looking on. “Yeah, I’m a mermaid.”
“Oh, my freaking god, are you kidding me? You mean I’ve been living with an honest to god mermaid and I didn’t know?” Zoey’s voice babbled.
“Zoey, don’t make this weird.”
“Are you coming?” Zoey called.
Darya slid on her coat in anticipation of the chill air. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Just don’t forget your tail.”
“I have it!” Came the response.
The weeks and months after the incident at the pool had turned into something totally unexpected. The women had been shocked, but after the initial shock Darya had found herself bombarded by questions and an outpouring of welcome from the group. They’d all agreed to hush everything up to keep her secret if she came and swam with them regularly. Darya had initially been reluctant about this, but she couldn’t have her secret becoming any more well known, so she had consented.
It had been the best decision she’d ever made. Even as they made their way back to the pool once more, she reflected on how what had started as a disaster had turned it to a dozen very good friends who now protected her secret and her with a fierceness that would make a shark turn tail. And all it took was being herself.
They entered the old clubhouse poor area once more. Curtains were pulled to hide the pool from prying eyes, not just for Darya, but now more than one of the women had chosen to forgo their tops to mirror Darya’s natural nakedness. Darya herself had no need for clothes in the water, not even swimwear, as her species didn’t really bother with modesty, though she found it comforting that her presence made the other women less concerned about their own. Zoey seemed especially pleased. She reveled in getting Darya as a roommate and friend, and though occasionally she went a bit overboard in the mermaid adoration, Darya was lucky to have her. She watched as the young woman blossomed into a fair swimmer in her tail, going from awkward to graceful in the water over the months. She gave Darya a quick hug as she went off to put her tail on in the shallows.
Darya on the other hand preferred to make a splashier entrance. She quickly pulled off her clothes, leaving herself naked on the pool. This elicited a few hoots from Nadine and Mira, and alerted the others to her arrival. Her tan skin and dark hair waved about her human form as she dove headlong into the pool with a satisfying splash.
She braced herself for her change, only to have eyes popped open as she felt her gills receive their first gulp of water. The burn of the chlorine was gone. Clear saltwater cascaded over her gills even as her tail began to begin its transformation. With a rush she breached from the water, her breasts bobbing and her hair whipping back. She laughed, her voice music that echoed across the room.
Mira swam over. “Surprise Darya. We all chipped in and convinced the owners that a saltwater pool would be a medicinal seller. They changed it last week.”
“Now it won’t hurt your gills so much!” Zoey chimed in.
Darya gave her a mock look of exasperation, “Zoey, don’t make this weird.” | null | [] | {
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Battle, Aftermath, Love Blossoms First Week, Summer 1, Year 1580
Groaning, Isaac gazed in the mirror. His face should have been nice and round, like any normal lynx. He snorted - instead he was beginning to look like a siamese cat. He'd lost so much weight he was getting gaunt.
What was he going to do about this, about his ever-growing desire for Samuel? How was he going to get his good sense back?
He'd been visiting Samuel almost every day, taking him to meals and entertainment sometimes, sometimes just going for a walk or fooling around in a park.
Well, whatever he was going to do, he would have to do it next week. Right now, he had to report for his bi-monthly week of active service with the Border Guard.
A well-built mature lynx strode up to the taller cougar who was standing by the boarding ladder of a zeppelin airship. The lynx was in Naval uniform: grey canvas-like breeks with a half-dozen buttoned pockets, tight-fitting long grey tunic (which showed off his muscular chest and arms well) buttoned up the side, white leather belt with pistol-holster and saber-scabbard dangling, black shiny leather boots, and a soft light-blue cap with a pin representing a pair of golden gullwings on the front.
He briskly walked straight up to the cougar (who was dressed identically, save for his cap being dark-blue and bearing a pair of golden gullwings with a star centered on them instead) and came to the position of Attention. "Senior Pilot Lieutenant Isaac Tufts reporting for duty, Commander Sage," he said in a heavily-dignified, solemn voice, smartly clapping his right paw to his chest in salute.
"Very good, Shags. Don't know what we would do with the old girl without your, um, masterful steering," grinned the cougar.
"Oh, doubtless end up either on the wrong border or skewered on a tree. Remember, I've seen your shaved attempts at trying to drive."
"Hmph. Smart-rump."
"Ser yes ser - very smart - and the best pilot of the best airship in the best Navy in the world. Serving under an adequate commanding officer ..." Isaac ducked as Commander Sage took a half-hearted swing at him. "Now, boss, you know what happened the last time you tried to hit me," he chided his long-time friend and superior officer.
"Only because you pulled a trick on me - you should have been on your butt on the mat instead of me."
"Well, y'know, after thirty, bodies start to wear out and slow down. Older furrs shouldn't be entering physical combat matches; they're better off doing something like playing chess."
"Alright, alright, enough shite, Shags. Here's the patrolling order for this run." The Commander waved over the others of the airship's crew. Everyone huddled around the plotting board as he showed them the route, waystations and particular points of interest assigned to the Council Air Ship Broken Claw.
Her motors purring comfortingly like a huge cat, the CAS Broken Claw lifted off and soared to its cruising altitude, then floated off on its way. After less than two days, the airship reached its southernmost waystation and commenced gliding along the border. Three very boring days passed ...
"I hate this," Tufts announced.
Commander Sage turned toward him. "Anything in particular you hate, Lieutenant?"
"I hate trying to see where I'm steering us to when we're in the middle of one of the thickest cloudbanks I can remember," groused the pilot as he strained to peer out the forward window.
"Well, since we don't have some magical gadget to let us see better than with our eyes, you'll just have to carry on. That's what we have lookouts for. Please try not to run into any of those 'granite clouds', Shags."
The lynx just snorted and laid his tufted ears back flat at the very suggestion.
"Engines are working perfectly, Commander Sage," reported Chief Engineer Slytherington, an alligator in the same sort of uniform as the two other officers, but with so many layers of woolen underwear, woolen shirts and woolen sweaters bundling him up under the uniform that Commander Sage once suggested it would be easier - and friendlier - to just stuff an entire sheep inside his clothing. It was cold duty in an airship - those Sailors from the cold-blooded species who volunteered for it were well-thoughtf.
"Hope so. We're liable to see some action this trip, and it would be a pity if we had to just hang there to give those damned Southerners target practice."
"Never happen. We're too good. And they are just a pack of crawlers and squawkers."
Commander Sage blinked rapidly. "Um. In case you haven't noticed, Chief Slytherington ... you are a lizard, too."
"Yeah, but I am a Northern lizard - born and raised in the Great Divide Range," the Chief Engineer grinned. "Them? Shaving flatlanders. They only have anything better than donkeys because the Island Confederation keeps them supplied with modern equipment. That they break," he snorted, flicking his tongue out to its maximum length.
A sudden scream came from the Port Lookout as he crumpled at his post.
"That could be - WHATTHEYIFFWASTHAT?!" The sound of bullets ringing off the gondola armor was loud enough to hurt their ears.
"We been drygulched!"
"Yeah - glad now we added that new armor you bitched about? No matter what it weighs?"
Chief Engineer Slytherington didn't even try to answer - he was diving for the ladder from the Bridge, getting back to the engineroom where his battlestation was.
"Pilot Tufts! Get me some altitude!"
"Aye-aye, ser. Already rising, Commander. Look - there they are."
The enemy airship was sweeping toward the Broken Claw at maximum speed, the DALA gunners firing madly, attempting to take the most advantage of their surprising the CAS airship. The two airships went into a slow dance, each attempting to get the best firing angle on the other while keeping their own airscrews shielded by the gondolas. There was no way for an airship to do anything quickly.
Since it was impossible to do both perfectly, both Bridge crews had to frequently wince as slugs zinged in. There came another scream of pain as the CAS Port Wing Gunner took a heavy-caliber rifle bullet through his chest. He dropped and lay unmoving as his blood made winding trails across the deck in response to the constantly changing speed and angle of the Broken Claw.
This maneuvering went on for two hours, with each crew doing its best to sharpshoot the Bridge windows of the enemy or to damage the enemy's airscrew enough to disable the other airship. It was like nothing so much as a slow, three-dimensional dance between two buffalo - there were only so many maneuvers an airship could use against another airship. Pilots called it "the dance of death."
Finally, the Southerner broke off and fled south. The Broken Claw couldn't follow, as they had no doubt that the Desert Alliance of Lizards and Avians had plenty of anti-air weapons just south of the border. It would delight them to be able to bring down a Northern airship and claim an "invasion." This was nothing new to the CAS crew - it was the usual pattern. Whenever a Council airship managed to knock a DALA airship to the ground, the Southern crew all suicided. Analysts couldn't decide if it was because they had been thoroughly terrified of what Council interrogators would do to them, or if they were more afraid of what the Alliance would somehow do to them if they didn't.
The DALA airship crews (always all-avian) always seemed very poorly-uniformed to the CAS crews. However, their fighting equipment was right up-to-date and efficient. Of course, none of that was made in DALA, it all came from the Island Hegemony off the southeast corner of the continent.
Upon the airship's return to its base, the crew assembled in two lines on the ground at the base of the main ladder from the gondola. Commander Sage had signaled the loss of the two crewfurrs to the ground during the landing approach. They came to Attention and saluted as the bodies of their two dead crewmates were carried down and over to the waiting morgue wagons. There was total silence in respect for the lost Sailors. Even the wagondrivers were hushed.
After that, as per routine, everyone had to immediately go see the debriefing officer. This occupied them for about three hours, then they were turned loose to clean up. The debriefing Intel officer, a pantheress Commander, said, "It's a shame we lost Gunner Sanders and Airfurr Grace back to the All. On the other paw, I'm delighted that we had no other serious injuries, just assorted bruises and a few small cuts. However, the Broken Claw definitely needs to be repaired by the base. That's going to take some time, so ... you Regulars all have forty-eight hours off. Go do something debauched. You Reserves are excused from the rest of the week's duty ... IF you have your paperwork all caught up."
Chief Engineer Slytherington snorted and snapped his jaws, an impressive sight when a five-foot-tall gator does it. Several of the smaller furrs took an involuntary step backward away from him. Everyone knew he was a respectable being, but there were stories about when furrs picked fights with him in bars ...
"Oh yes. Sure. Right. Leave the Claw to the gentle ministrations of those, those groundlings! Not until Cactus City freezes over. Not their hides on the line. Anyone wants me, I 'll be at the shops."
As Isaac stepped out of the headquarters building into a gloriously-sunny Summer late afternoon, he was almost knocked off his feet by a flying red missile.
"Oh All, oh All, Isaac! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you ... Did they ..."
"Whoa, whoa - hey, Samuel, what's all the fuss? Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
He was enveloped by a sobbing young tod. Samuel had his legs and tail wrapped tightly around Isaac's legs, his arms clenched around Isaac's torso, his face buried against Isaac's chest.
"I - I called to ask about next Onedy and they said that ... and I thought you might have been killed and they wouldn't tell me anything and there wasn't anything in the news and then they wouldn't tell me and I thought you were killed and when I got here I saw the wagons and I thought ..." The tod was weeping bitterly, his tears pouring out, soaking Isaac's blouse. He was shaking so hard, Isaac did not dare pry him loose - Samuel probably would have immediately collapsed.
"Hey, hey, Samuel. I'm fine. Honest I am. The crawlers didn't even come close." With great difficulty, he took three steps back to a concrete bench by the walkway. Carefully sitting down, he put his paws under Samuel's rump and lifted him into his lap. It brushed through his mind how much nicer it would be to do that if they were both naked. Instead, Samuel was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt with "Go Navy" printed on it.
The tod's face was squinched up, his eyes still watering, his ears so flat against his skull that they almost disappeared into his headfur. His tail tucked completely up between his legs, covering his belly up to his chest.
"I was so scared you were ... were killed," the young tod wailed. His face plastered against Isaac's chest again. He sobbed as though his heart was broken.
"Why, Sam, you care that much?" Isaac marveled - none since his mother and father died had been so concerned about him.
"Well, yes! I don't have anyone else! None will even talk to me at school - a lot of them think it was somehow my fault Dad was executed and the others just don't care about knowing me," the tod blubbered. "You're - you're my only friend, and I couldn't stand it if I lost you."
"Here, wipe your eyes and blow your nose," Isaac said, pulling his kerchief out and pressing it to Samuel's muzzle. (By the All,( Isaac thought, (how do I deserve this?( "Come on, Samuel, loosen up and relax. I'm fine. Honest. Not a scratch on this cat. As soon as you can walk, we'll go have dinner. I have forty-eight hours extra free time. We can go to a show or something."
After Samuel gathered his wits, they walked to the public transit station. On the way to his apartment, he said, "I have to change clothes before we do anything. I've been in this same outfit all week and it's getting ripe."
Samuel shyly tilted his head up. "I - I think it smells nice. It smells like you."
"Heh. Well, yes, it certainly does. A lot of me. A lot of well-aged me. And you did try to push your muzzle clear through it. I think you may have dented my ribs," Isaac joked. He immediately regretted that, as shock and fear flared in Samuel's face.
"No! I didn't, did I? I'm sorry I'm sorry ..."
"No, no, relax - just a joke. But I really do want to peel these off and take a nice hot bath. Can you wait that long before we eat?"
"Oh sure."
Isaac's apartment was nothing fancy - just a place for a bachelor to keep his uniforms, his formal court-suits and his casual clothing. He didn't even have a couch, just three small armchairs in the main room. He'd covered the walls with framed photographs and pencil sketches of his now-deceased parents and of scenery he'd admired on his various trips for the Navy. His bed took up almost all the floor space in the bedroom. The kitchen was just barely big enough for a stove, sink and icebox. He did have a nice big bathtub, though - he'd never liked showers.
He lowered himself into the hot sudsy water with a sigh. Despite what he told Samuel, he'd collected a few good bruises and strained muscles during the battle. Piloting an airship required maximum use of both arms and legs on the wheel, control levers and pedals. The linkages were all mechanical - none had come up with a reliable electrical control-system yet, and hydraulic lines were too vulnerable to damage.
Stretching out to his full length of five-feet eight-inches (not including his ears), he sank into the soothing water until only his face and tufted ears were out. Closing his eyes, he just let himself float, feeling the nearly-scalding hot water soaking all the way into his fell. He let out a long drawnut sigh of weariness.
Suddenly, he started counting paws. (Okay, left paw is here ... right paw is here ... then what ...?( Opening his eyes, he found Samuel leaning over him, gently rubbing Isaac's chestfur with a sponge.
"Wha-"
"Well, I did thump you, so I thought I should try to make you feel better," mumbled Samuel, blushing but not withdrawing his paw.
"But ..."
"Please, Isaac, let me. I've wanted to do something for you for ever so long."
Samuel's ears weren't perked up as usual - instead they were sticking out horizontally like little black wings. Isaac noticed Samuel's lips at the corners of his muzzle were pulled up, exposing a bit of his back fangs. (He's serious! He really does want to try to please me.(
Tufts lay back and relaxed as the tod's strong fingers scrubbed hard at his matted, filthy fur. He almost fell asleep in the comforting hot water, but Samuel poked at him, making him roll over to where Samuel could scrub his backfur too. All good things must end though, so eventually Isaac climbed out of the tub to dry off. As he worked the rough towels over his body, he thought he noted Samuel paying surreptitious attention to what he saw. (Hmm ...(
Once he had the bulk of the water out of his fur, he stepped into the furdryer cabinet and turned the hot-air fans on. When he came out, Samuel snickered.
"What?" inquired Isaac, one eyebrow raising.
"You, um, you ... well, you look like a tumbleweed!"
"Never seen a dried cat before?"
"No, never."
The lynx tried to maintain his dignity as the young tod attempted to swallow his chittering laughter.
"Harrumph. Impudent pup." When Samuel turned to open the bathroom door so they could leave, Isaac snapped his rump with one of the wet towels. Then he strode on into the bedroom, ignoring the outraged yelp.
"It has been a disgustingly long week. I need to sleep on through until tomorrow morning. Do you think you can control your undignified noises until then?"
"Is - is it really alright if I stay here?"
"You did tell them at the Orphans' Hostel that you were coming to see me, didn't you?"
"Yesser."
"Then they won't worry. I'm too tired to eat. Are you tired enough to crash, too?"
"Oh yes, Isaac." The tod's eyes were big at the thought of actually getting to stay at Isaac's home; he thought Isaac was the most wonderful furr who ever lived.
They flopped onto the big bed. The lynx gave a yawn that seemed to start somewhere down around his toes. That set the tod off, and he yawned uncontrollably too. The emotional stress he'd been under when he thought his hero had been killed had drained him and left him exhausted. They fluffed pillows, pulled blankets over themselves, and were both asleep within minutes.
In their sleep, the two furrs gradually moved closer and closer until they were snuggled together. Their dreams that night were happy ones, filled with memories of contentment. | Ch 2 - Battle, Aftermath, Love Blossoms by Polar Bare | [
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I was hammering a nail into a board in shop class. Wait, no, that's not right. I was stomping my feet on a wood floor. Was I? No, I was pounding on a door. But I wasn't pounding on a door. Someone was pounding on a door.
I awoke from dreaming all of these things to hear actual knocking on my front door. It was 10 am. After a night of sexual exploration broken up by little naps, I was not really all there. Michelle pulled a pillow over her head with one hand and gripped my arm with another as I crawled out of bed with the intention of answering the door.
"Just ignore it and they'll leave," she mumbled from behind her pillow shield.
Even though she had induced an explosive orgasm from me just a few hours before, I was once again half hard. None of my clothes were in her room so I stumbled into the hallway and grabbed a towel from the bathroom on my way down the stairs. I was seriously hoping it was someone trying to sell something or convert me, and the sight of me throwing off my towel and being in all of my naked glory would cause them to run the other way and never show up again.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," I sighed to myself as I glanced through the peephole. Michelle's friend Kelsey was right there on our front step, banging on the door. I decided to just yell through the door and avoid having her see me in a towel.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Hi Matt it's Kelsey! I'm picking up Michelle. We're going to the track meet. She's not answering texts and I've been outside for like forever." Boner: killed. "Can I come in?"
Shit.
"Oh, uhhhh sorry! Yeah, she left early this morning. I think she said she was going to the gym. Maybe she'll meet you there? At the track meet?"
There was a pause. Kelsey was rude and intrusive and pushy and the chances that she'd leave were slim.
"Well can I come in for a minute? I need to use the bathroom."
Shit. Again shit. I glanced behind me and Michelle was crouching halfway down the stairs. Her hair was tousled and she was wrapped in a sheet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.
"Yeah, bathroom, fine." I wildly gestured for Michelle go to back up to the room and close the door. I opened the door for Kelsey who was dressed like she was about to go clubbing, not to be a track meet spectator. I braced myself for the heavy flirting that was about to happen. This girl could not take a hint.
"Soooo...are you by yourself this morning?" She was smirking and glancing down at my towel.
"Ah, no. Nope. Got a girl upstairs. So, you know, gotta get back." I glanced longingly at the top of the stairs. It wasn't a lie. I did have a girl up there and was itching to get back. It just so happened that girl was my sister.
"So you need to use the bathroom? You know the guest bathroom - right there behind the den. Knock yourself out."
Kelsey looked crestfallen but I'm not sure if that made her any less determined. I could tell she was deliberating in her head about how far she would push it. Before she could ask any more questions or follow up, the shower went on upstairs. Kelsey's eyes widened and she leaned her body and glanced up the stairs, as though she could see into the bathroom from that angle.
"You know what? It's cool. Sorry to have disturbed you. I can use the bathroom at the track. Tell Michelle to text me when you see her." She made a hasty retreat and I let out the biggest sigh of my life. Once she was gone and I heard her car leaving the driveway, I charged up the stairs lightning fast to get back to my love.
The bathroom was already steamy and Michelle was in the shower singing something from Hamilton. I dropped the towel and opened the shower door, stepping in and pressing myself against her back. I was already half hard again.
"Well, hello you." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I got rid of our intruder. Do I get a prize?"
She turned around and put her hands on my shoulders. I loved the feeling of her nipples lightly brushing against my chest. Michelle scrunched her nose and said, "I kind of feel bad for blowing her off. But in my defense I didn't commit to going to the track meet, I just said I might be interested."
"She is gone now and we get the morning back to ourselves. Is there anything in particular you want to do?" As I was speaking, I was also brushing the back of my hand and tops of my fingers against her left breast. She was squirming in ecstasy and lowered a hand to her pussy and started to lightly rub. It was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever witnessed. I could have blown a load right there on the spot, but I decided then and there that any cum I ever had again would be for her whenever and where ever she desired.
"I want to do it."
"Um, I think we've been doing it, Shelly," I laughed.
"No. I mean real, penetrative, you-in-me kind of sex. I want to feel your dick inside my body."
"Oh!" I don't know why this startled me. I think somewhere in my mind I knew we'd get there. "Right now? In the shower?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" She was as turned on as I was, and I could have plunged my now rock hard cock straight into her at that very moment. But that kind of first time should be special. Standing up in the shower felt exciting but not special.
"Let's finish up here and when we get out we can figure out the best time and place." This was literally the most restrained I have ever been in my life and I still don't know how I managed to utter that sentence.
"OK, wash me then!" She handed me a shampoo bottle and I started on her head. Once that was washed out and a little conditioner washed out too, she washed my hair. Every touch felt special and amazing, but unfortunately also was pushing me closer to cumming.
When it came time to soap her body, I was careful to wash all over but not linger or spend any extra time on her pussy. She was slippery and so aroused that it took every ounce of effort I had to not finger her. But I got her washed without giving in to that desire.
When it came time to wash my body, I didn't know what to do, She started with my face, neck, and shoulders. By the time she got to my chest I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. I leaned in to kiss her, and we stood there, me still holding her wrist, making out for a solid 5 minutes. The water started to get cooler so I quickly soaped and rinsed off the rest of my body. She turned off the water and we got out and dried ourselves off.
"This is so Adam and Eve," she said as we walked into my room. "We could just wander naked through the house all weekend."
I smiled at the thought of us doing that, and of all of the other things we would get to do to each other. I looked at her glowing face, long brown hair wet on her perfect shoulders. Gorgeous tits. Perfect waist, curved hips, glorious pussy, splendorous legs. Mostly my mind flashed with the memory of all of the years we had. All of the shared moments. All of the experiences. Everything we had in common. She was not a weekend fuck toy. She was the perfect woman. She was my sister. She was the love of my life. I was going to figure out how to treat her like it.
"Let me take you out, Shelly."
"Like, on a date?"
"Exactly on a date. It doesn't have to be fancy, but let's go out. Maybe brunch?"
She smiled back. "Yeah. I mean yes, let's do it. Let's go on a date." She leaned in to hug me and my erection pressed against my stomach between us. A little friction and it would have made a mess all over the both of us, so I gently separated our bodies.
"I'm sorry that I'm perpetually hard around you. It seems to have a mind of its own. It's a relief to know it works after a month of it not cooperating but now it's just...out of control. I promise it'll get better. I mean, I think it will."
She was staring intently at it, which was not going to help it go down.
"Would it help if I made it soft?"
"Like...you're going to scare it or something?"
"Hahaha no silly, I mean I can make you blow a load and get some relief for a little bit."
Just hearing her talk like that made my dick flex a little. But that wasn't what I wanted.
"The next time it does that, I want it to be from making love to you Shelly."
"I love you Matt."
"I love you too. Now get out so I can get some clothes on and let's get some brunch."
We don't live in a tiny town. But we do live in a town small enough that the odds are high that you will bump into someone you know when you're out and about. Kids from school, their parents, co-workers, teachers, neighbors. Sometimes even relatives. My hope when we got into my car was that we wouldn't bump into a single person we knew today, and get to live for the next few hours like husband and wife. I know, it's cheesy, playing house like that. But it felt like everything in this moment.
We settled on a nearby Mexican restaurant that we hadn't been to in a while. Michelle said that Mexican food sounded good, and I liked the thought of being in a dark, candle lit room gazing into her face.
We were seated at a round booth and scooted so we were sitting right next to one another. "Margaritas? said a very bored sounding waiter. I don't think either of us looks like we are over 21. I glanced at Michelle and shrugged. "Want one?"
"Kinda? I mean, only if you will."
"OK, we'll have 2 on the rocks with salt."
The rest of the meal was fairly uneventful, but as they cleared our plates away Michelle's playfulness started to turn to a little sexual, probably fueled by the half a margarita she had finished. She was doing this little sexy shoulder dance and I kept having to adjust my basketball shorts around my erection. Without any warning, she reached under the table and rubbed the tip of my cock which was peeking up through the top of my shorts, but under my shirt. She rubbed over my shirt for a second and then stealthily slid her hand under my shirt and squeezed the tip. Pre-cum oozed out and onto her palm. She opened her hand and started rubbing her flat palm over the head of my cock in a circular motion. Her movements were subtle and we were sitting very still so none of the dozen or so other patrons seemed to notice anything. I felt my eyes going in and out of focus it felt so good.
"Matt? Michelle?" It was Dana, mom to my classmate Robby. "Hey you guys! How are you doing?"
"We're great Mrs. J! Just grabbing a bite to eat." I was grateful that Michelle managed to speak in complete sentences because I'm pretty sure at that point I was drooling. She also stopped rubbing and instead grabbed my shaft with her hand and squeezed, holding on to it. Thank heavens for liquid courage.
"Great minds, I was craving this place," laughed Dana. "Ralph is meeting me in a minute. It's so good to see you guys, especially you Matt. Don't see much of you since you started State."
"Yeah." OK so I wasn't going to be William Shakespeare while my sister firmly held my hard as stone cock in her fist. "Good to see you too."
"You know I wish Robby and his sister got along as well as you two," she said while Michelle started slowly pumping my throbbing erection up and down under the table. "I don't think in a million years they'd just go out and have a meal together." Pumping stopped, circles on the head again. "Maybe one day they'll be closer like you are." Back to gripping the shaft, and now gentle tugs. Tug. Tug. "Well here comes Ralph. Enjoy you two!"
"Thanks Mrs. J! Matt and I will see you guys soon I hope!"
Once she walked away from the table I sputtered some air out of my lungs and gasped, and pulled Michelle's hand away from my crotch.
"I swear Michelle I am going to explode so hard it's going to hit their fucking table."
"Say no more."
Michelle flagged down the waiter for the check, paid, and escorted me out to my car in the basement of the parking lot. She walked just in front of me but I don't think it did much to hide the tent in my shorts.
We jumped into the car and by the time the doors were locked her head was in my lap and she was sucking so hard on the head of my cock that her cheeks were hollowed. The rest of my cock was still under my shorts, but the head was out and it was enough for her to go to town. Not surprisingly, my entire body shuddered and I came instantly into her sucking mouth. As I was blowing a sizable load into her warm mouth, she reached under her skirt and started to frig her pussy furiously. I reached to help her but was mostly under the spell of spewing junk against her firm tongue and didn't really make as much progress as she did with my hand. With the head of my cock still in her mouth she started screaming through her orgasm, and as she did some of my cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and fell back into my lap.
She sat up and the obscene look of her was too much. Red-faced, panting, drooling my cum. I grabbed her and kissed her while she lazily fondled my softening cock. I slid a hand down to her pussy just to get a quick feel, and my hand was lubricated with her juices immediately. She began to grind against my hand and I slid in a finger, and then two. It only took another minute before I got her off and her body shook a little bit against my hand. I slid my hand out and rubbed her tits under her shirt with her juices. We made out in the car for a few minutes before we were startled by a knock on the window. It was a parking attendant telling us that this wasn't a place for our behaviour.
We pulled out of the garage and made the drive home silently, holding hands and each imagining all of the things we wanted to do for the next 24 hours before our parents came back home. | Matt and Michelle Ch. 04 | [
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WARNING: Italian language
Kari era una bella e giovane ragazza, aveva lunghi capelli biondi e occhi azzurri. Un corpo minuto ma grazioso. Inoltre, era una brava allenatrice di pokemon. Il suo pokemon preferito, era un'esemplare di Ekans.
Il suo Ekans, era un pokemon molto forte ma purtroppo, c'era un problema: Ekans non riusciva ad evolvere in Arbok. Kari aveva studiato innumerevoli tipi di allenamenti e diete, ma sempre senza ottenere alcun risultato. Finchè un giorno, in biblioteca trovò un vecchio e polveroso libro intitolato: "Allenamenti Proibiti". Kari prese il libro e lo portò a casa, pensava che forse avrebbe trovato la soluzione per il problema del suo Ekans.
Giunta a casa sua, si chiuse nella sua camera da letto e stando sdraiata sul letto, cominciò a sfogliare il vecchio libro. Lesse di molte tecniche proibite di allenamento finchè non trovò quel che cercava: un rituale che avrebbe permesso al suo pokemon di evolversi molto velocemente. Kari lesse ad alta voce "Per consentire ad Ekans di evolvere subito in Arbok, l'allenatore deve essere pronto a sacrificarsi dandosi in pasto al proprio pokemon." Perplessa e un poco incredula, Kari ci rise sopra e decise che quella era una soluzione davvero stupida. Perciò, prese il libro e lo chiuse in un cassetto della scrivania dove sarebbe rimasto dimenticato per molti giorni.
Kari si era quasi completamente dimenticata del libro e del bizzarro rituale di cui esso parlava quando accadde per caso che in una calda giornata estiva, mentre era sdraiata sul suo letto con indosso la divisa alla marinara della scuola, per scacciare la noia, Kari cominciò a toccarsi: dapprima con discrezione si passò qualche volta le dita sopra le mutandine poi, manmano che l'eccitamento cresceva, la sua mano divenne più audace e andò ad infilarsi sotto le mutandine, cominciando ad accarezzare lentamente ma con decisione le sue parti intime. In breve tempo, Kari era già molto eccitata: la sua faccia era rossa, i suoi occhi lucidi e già cominciava a sentirsi bagnata in mezzo alle gambe. Quando chiuse gli occhi sentendosi vicina all'orgasmo, le capitò una cosa strana: ebbe una visione di lei completamente nuda e avvolta dalle spire del suo adorato Ekans. Questa visione unita all'eccitamento crescente, le causò un'orgasmo molto inenso: tutto il suo corpo si tese, la schiena si inarcò, la mano libera si afferrò saldamente alle lenzuola del letto e lei non pote fare a meno di lasciarsi sfuggire un sommesso gemito di piacere.
Quandò tutto finì, Kari rimase per qualche secondo sdraiata immobile sul letto col viso ancora arrossato e trafelato poi, lentamente tiro fuori la sua mano destra da sotto le mutandine. La ossevò a lungo in silenzio: era completamente inzuppata dei suoi umori vaginali. Si chiese anche se essere mangiata da Ekans sarebbe stato altrettanto intenso ed eccitante. In preda ad una nuova ondata di eccitamento causata da questa sua nuova e folle fantasia, la ragazza, corse alla scivania aprì il cassetto e ne tirò fuori il vecchio libro proibito. Prese a sfogliare freneticamente le vecchie pagine finchè non ritrovò il capitolo che le interessava e riprese a leggere da dove aveva interrotto. "Affinchè il rituale possa riuscire, l'allenatore deve essere desideroso di donare se stesso al pokemon e il momento migliore per attuare questo rituale è una notte di luna piena." Lentamente Kari chiuse il libro, si alzò dalla scrivania e avvicinatasi alla parete col calendario, segnò con un pennello la data della prossima luna piena.
La ragazza, ormai stregata dall'idea di essere mangiata, passò i giorni che la separavano dal prossimo plenilunio a masturbarsi con quella fantasia nella mente ogni volta che ne aveva l'occasione. Inoltre, per essere certa che Ekans la divorasse, sottopose il pokemon ormai divenuto il protagonista delle sue fantasie ad un digiuno rigoroso.
E alla fine, la notte di plenilunio giunse. Kari al massimo dell'eccitazione, fece uscire Ekans dalla sua sfera pokè. Lei era seduta sul bordo del letto mentre Ekans era sul pavimento raggomitolato fra le sue spire. "Bene Ekans oggi è il grande momento!" Esclamò Kari entusiasta "Tu mi mangerai e poi diventerai un bellissimo Arbok." Il grosso pokemon serpente, inclinò la testa di lato con fare perplesso. "Coraggio non perdiamo tempo!" La voce di cari era incrinata dall'eccitamento e mentre si spogliava era pervasa da un lieve tremore. Intanto Ekans, continuava ad osservare perplesso la sua padrona che si spogliava.
In pochi secondi Kari terminò l'operazione ed ora il pokemon poteva ammirare il bel corpo della sua padrona: un corpo minuto ma snello e ben fatto, due bei seni piccoli ma piacevoli e la peluria bionda dell'area pubica. Sempre seduta sul boirdo del letto Kari domandò al suo pokemon "Allora ti piaccio?" Poi con fare sensuale allungò una gamba fino a sfiorare col piede il muso del serpente "Non vorresti assaggiarmi?" Domandò visibilmente eccitata mentre i suoi genitali cominciavano a dare segni di eccitamento: la clitoride si induriva e la fica cominciava ad essere umida. Ma Ekans non reagiva e questo raffreddò un poco Kari "Non mi vuoi mangiare?" Gli chiese "Perchè?" Kari non capiva, aveva lasciato Ekans senza cibo per giorni, perchè adesso non la voleva mangiare? Quindi, pensò di cambiare straregia: sempre tutta nuda, si distese sul letto dando le spalle ad Ekans, fingendo di dormire. Per Kari l'attesa fu snervante, mentre aspettava che Ekans facesse la prima mossa il suo eccitamento cresceva e la sua fica stava sgocciolando i suoi succhi senza dar segno di voler smettere. Ad un certo punto, Kari udì un flebile rumore e poi qualcosa cominciò a solleticarle i piedi: Era Ekans! Kari era così tesa che il solletico ai piedi le causò un brivido di immenso piacere ma si trattenne e continuò a fingere di dormire. Continuò a fingere anche quando si accorse che Ekans stava striscando sopra il letto ed anche mentre lentamente il pokemon cominciava ad avvolgerla nelle sue spire.
Ekans lavorò delicatamente e lentamente: prima avvolse il suo corpo attorno alle caviglie di Kari poi, lentamente fu il turno dei polpacci, delle cosce, dei fianchi e del petto della ragazza ansante a causa della malcelata eccitazione.
Kari senti le lisce e sensuali spire di Ekans avvolgerla, le sentì strofinarsi contro il suo nudo corpo: era un piacere indescrivibile! Soprattutto quando le spire del serpente comincarono a strofinarsi contro le sue parti intime già molto stimolate, portandola molto vicina ad un grande orgasmo. Quando le spire di Ekans si avvolsero attorno al suo collo, Kari smise di fingersi addormentata: al limite del piacere e con voce tremolante sussurrò al suo pokemon "Ora mangiami..."
Obbediente Ekans cominciò a stringerla saldamete fra le sue spire, Kari potè percepire sul suo corpo tutta la forza di Ekans che però la stava stritolando senza farle male. Nella stretta fatale del suo pokemon, la ragazza cominciò a gemere e dibattersi langudamente, sentiva le spire del serpente che le stavano schiacciando i genitali ed i seni, inoltre, la lenta e progressiva asfissia le stava procurando strane sensazioni di piacere. Passarono così alcuni minuti e Kari stremata dal grande turbinio di sensazioni ma soprattutto dalla stretta micidiale di Ekans, aveva smesso di dibattersi anche se era ancora viva e coscente. Con le sue ultime forze, Kari aprì gli occhi giusto in tempo per vedere la grande bocca di Ekans spalancata e pronta ad ingoiarla.
"Ah..." gemette la ragazza appena un'attimo prima che le fauci di Ekans si chiudessero sulla sua testa.
Ekans incominciò così a ingoiare la propria allenatrice partendo dalla testa. Presto venne il turno delle spalle, dei turgidi seni, per proseguire poi con il ventre snello. Quando la bocca di Ekans giunse in prossimità dell'area pubica, Kari ebbe un'ultima reazione: tutto il suo corpo si irrigidì e la sua fica bagnata, spruzzò un lungo getto di liquido vaginale. Pochi istanti dopo, anche la fica bagnata di Kari venne inghiottita da Ekans che ne assaporò i succhi prima di proseguire il pasto con cosce, i polpacci ed i piedi di Kari.
Il piano di Kari aveva così funzionato alla perfezione. Tranne che per un dettaglio: Ekans era ancora Ekans!
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Emily was fast a sleep when she heard the door of the mans truck shut emily jumped at the sound wakeing up and began to watch the door she slowly scooted closer to the coutch she was tied to and attempted to hide.
When the man came in the door he looked around the room his eyes fell to the little trembiling husky girl and he went over to her slowly to make sure she was ok when she recognized him she calmed down a bit and went over to see what he had in his hands.
"Amazing you are already begining to have curiosity of things and act some what like the pet you will be, i guess you did listen to what i said after all " the man said as he pulled a peace of ribon out of the bag and set the bag on the couch.
"ok you bee good i am going to rap you up pretty for your new owner." said the man as he worked closer to her and patted her on the head, he took her in his arms and began to wrap the ribon around her in a bondage style covering her sex and encercling her child brests.
Emily sqirmed a bit as she felt him wraping her up tightly but not tight enough to couse discomfort she looked up at him and began to ask what he was doing but he put his hand on her muzzle and then explained to her that we was making her look pretty for the person who bought her.
The man finished with a bow in between her ears, "there you go all pretty, but since you insist on using your voice i am going to have to put a gag or a muzzle on you, you arent suposed to talk any more." she whimpers her ears lay back tears begin to well up in her eyes.
"Don't start you have done good so far but you must learn you will face more evil consicuences if you get in trouble latter on." said the man as he took a second peace of the silk ribbon from the bag and began to tie it around her muzzle, the man took the leash and untied it form the couch and reminded her to not walk on two legs any more took her to a kennel the kind used to take animals on plains.
"Ok now get in and settle down we have a long trip a head of us." Said the man, emily climed in not making a fuss she laid down as it was small but large enough she could move if she needed the man shut the door and as he began to walk away emily turnd around and watched him leave.
Wondering if she would be stuck in there all night or not she closed her eyes so she could have a ecape form this night mare she was in, just then the kennel shudderd and she opend her is quickly to see what was going on but she only saw the ground moving away and the kennel lifting up she began to whimper.
The kennel also began to move twards the big doorshe had no way out its stoped just befor it hit the door and she heard a loud creak as the garage door began to open and the room was filled with sunlight she had not seen sunlight in a while and it made her eyes hurt and instictivly shut she tried to keep them open to see where she was headed but could not.
While she could not see she still could hear as the footsteps on the pavment and the feeling that she was moving filled her ears her heart began to pound in her chest she then felt the kennel lift higher off the ground and move slowly forward.
She managed to open her eyes a bit to see just a bit of a truck bead then they forced them selfs shut becous it was still to bright for her she felt the kennel drop sudenly and land shortly onto a serface witch she knew was the truck bed form the previous sight, a few moments later witch felt like forever to her she heard the truck start.
As the truck began to move she then began to fear her future in this and tried her best to get out of the kennel to escape but to no avail she laid down in the kennel and curld up in a ball as best she could and drifted off to sleep ocasionaly beeing woken up so that she could get a drink or some food when the man stoped.
Afew hours later it got darker and she could now see the back of the truck and the window at the back of the cab as she looked around she watched the trees and telephone poles disapear and the air open up as if in a place where no humans existed exept the ocasional passerby in there little cars.
The next time she woke she found the truck had stoped and she was being lifted out of the truck she whimped a bit and heard a loud pounding on the kennel she quieted up watching as she passed through a back gate and was heading twards a brow shed small but big enough she would be able to be hid in.
She stoped moving and the man came around to the front of the kennel and said "well once i put you in here this is good by i wont be able to be around and i will hope you are ok, but keep in mind what i have told you and what i tought you it will keep them happy and you out of truble."
once in side the kennel was placed back onto the ground and he set a small bowl of watter in the kennel for her closed the kennel and turnd to go out the door as she whimperd he didnt look back just stoped for a moment then closed the door to the shed and walked up to the front after loading the cart he used to transport her he left a note on the door of the house adressed to the woman who bought emily. | Chapter Three Final prep and the delivery by Taya Maruti | [
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College is a big drain on the finances, so finding work was an absolute necessity. I'd transferred to this particular college because my folks were no longer paying my way. Several student loans, one scholarship, and a lot of luck had been required to gain admission. The bulk of costs were covered but my bank balance failed to meet the daily needs. Things like laundry, gasoline, dates (when I had any), clothes, and etc were not covered. I required work.
The student employment office was the first stop immediately after registration. Transfer students, along with incoming freshmen get slim pickings because the 'cream' jobs are snatched up by returning students. Entering the office, I stood in line behind 45 other 'would be' job seekers. I'd snagged a list of potential positions from a table at the entrance and was reading through it. Behind the counter and hanging crookedly on the wall, a blackboard with an identical list was showing the number of current openings. Six staff were assisting and the line progressively grew shorter. Understandably the numbers written in chalk, on the board were decreasing as students made their selection and signed up from the dwindling supply.
Thirty five minutes later I stood in front of the counter talking to a large woman who showed signs of fatigue, her friendly demeanor had grown thin. "Yeah, whada ya want?" she quipped.
I'd been observing the routine, so the list of currently open slots for custodian, library assistant, and yard work, each with 4 to 5 hours per week, would not put any jingling change in my pockets.
"Is this all you have?" I asked.
"All of the 'on campus' jobs. There's another list for openings in the community. We can't guarantee nothin' 'cause they choose who they want. Do you wanna see it?"
"Yeah, let me see what is on it."
She rummaged under a pile of tottering folders and emerged with a typed list in her chubby hands. I browsed the columns. Yard work for college staff, cleaning for elderly, and repairs to homes in the neighborhood. Not much for long term employment, which I wanted. Towards the bottom I located a single entry; a local farmer needed help with chores and cleaning out the barn. Sounded like pitching manure, however this was ongoing work. I applied. The woman would forward the paperwork to the folks, letting me know in a couple days. I returned to my room and promptly forgot all about it.
Returning from class, the next day, I pulled a note from my mailbox. This guy was interested in meeting me for an interview. Using the lobby phone, the numbers were punched in and I gave him a call. I couldn't tell much from his voice, but he appeared excited someone was interested in the job. We quickly arranged a meeting for later that afternoon and he gave directions to his place.
My parents taught us kids to face any task with honor, giving the best we had. I recall dad telling me, "There's no dishonor in digging a ditch, its just hard work." Living in the 'burbs' gave rise to earning spending money by raking fall leaves, summer marathons where I'd mow twenty lawns in a day, planting spring flowers, and shoveling snow after a 9 inch blizzard. Elderly neighbors were a joy, as I remember steaming cups of hot chocolate after clearing snow from their walks or icy glasses of lemonade on a hot august afternoon after putting the lawnmower in the garage. Mrs. Jacobson, a widow, three blocks down the street could hold my fascination while telling tales as a little girl on the farm. She would regal me with stories when she would churn the butter or running barefoot to the creek for a summer dip along with her cousins.
Mom and Dad kept us busy at home too. As a youngster, I never liked washing dishes, but looking back on those years, my conversations with mom during those times opened windows to her insights on raising a family of 4 growing boys. Dad taught us the difference between a left and right handed hammer, why not to use a screwdriver in opening a can of paint, and when to use an adjustable end wrench, instead of a socket or pair of pliers. Accomplishments received praise, mistakes used as a learning tool, disobedience merited swift punishment.
The next day, I hopped in my beat-up car and took the 5 mile trip out to this farm. I arrived and was met by a man coming from the barn. He was slender but strong and walked with a limp. His weathered face and work swollen hands were common among the farming community. Greeting me, he introduced himself as Howard. "Everyone calls be 'Bud' though. Are you the college student looking for work?"
"Yup, that's me. Mark's my name."
"Have you ever worked on a farm?"
"No, I haven't. But I'm not afraid of hard work, either."
As we talked, he was sizing me up and his questions were probes into my character. I gathered he accepted me at face value. Descriptions about the kind of work were voiced and most of the duties would be to 'muck out' the barn and keep the milking equipment sterilized. The herd of dairy cows was his main source of income and unannounced visits from the milk inspectors kept him on his toes. Cleanliness was imperative. Added to these tasks included general work around the farm; repairing fence, painting, and help with his crops. I quickly liked him and he took a shine to me.
"You're hired." He said. "Let me show you around the place. He offered me a pair of 'slip on' overshoes, which I gladly accepted and we traipsed across the barn lot between the milk cows. He called each one by name, occasionally stooped to check the udder of one or two. We stopped at the silo and he gave instructions on how he guestimated the amount to feed the herd each day. Reaching the barn, he showed the springing heifers which were about to drop their calves and three day old calves. One was a young bull which he planned to raise to put meat on their table, and the other two were heifers. Looking at them I could not tell much difference between the two, but he had already sized them up and one was slated to enter his herd and the other would be sold at the sale barn in a couple weeks.
The milking barn was our next stop. My experience was 'nil' and what I saw fascinated me. This was the spot that required daily cleaning and sterilizing equipment. The bulk tank was huge and nearly full. He flipped a lever, stirring the contents, then dipped a tin cup in and offered me a drink. "Wow, this is delicious."
"The butter fat content is higher than what is purchased in stores. My cows produce close to 4.5% and commercial whole milk contains 3.5%. It's the fat content that makes money and I've been able to maintain a high average, that difference keeps me in the business."
"Come on; let me introduce you to the rest of the family." He led me up to the house where we kicked off our boots. His wife, Edith, was in the kitchen. She had a pleasing personality, and wiped her hands on her apron before taking my hand. A quick holler into the back of the house brought their three girls; who were probably a handful. Becky was 12 slim with brown hair, Samantha 14 had reddish hair and a bit shorter than the others, and Patricia (Trish) 16 had dark blond hair and dressed in coveralls, flannel shirt and work boots. I said 'Hi' and Becky and Sam giggled. Trish extended her hand which I politely shook.
Bud and I sat at the kitchen table, Edith joined. The girls busied themselves with other responsibilities; however they never strayed far. I withdrew a paper from my pocked with my class schedule and passed it across to Bud. He hoped I could help every afternoon and on the weekends. The unusual class schedule prevented this. The weekends were no problem; it was my lab classes on Tuesday and Thursday which precluded working till after 4 pm. In dairying the farmer is tied to the business. He doesn't miss a milking time, ever. Regardless of sickness or injury, he MUST always milk the cows; vacations were never taken. Should things be worked out, Bud wanted me to know the cows, his routine, and rules. Perhaps he and the family could take a break. "Can you start working today?" he asked.
"I didn't come dressed to work, but my time is free." I ventured.
"There is a pair of coveralls on the porch, I've got an extra shirt lying around here some where, and I know we can find a jacket for you. Trish?"
"Yeah, Dad?" she spoke coming around the corner.
"Once Mark gets changed, take him and show him how to throw down the silage, drop down the grain, and feed three bales to the springers. I noticed that Amy was not among the herd this afternoon. If you can't find her, take ol' Ginger and ride out to the quarter pasture. See if she got through the fence and into the corn. If she has and she bloats, that will cut into production this week."
Edith handed me a shirt and I easily slipped into it. The coveralls were retrieved from the porch and I stepped into them, buttoning them up. I slipped into the overshoes and we headed out the door.
"Have you worked on a farm before?" Trish asked.
"No, I've heard stories from a neighbor about when she was a small girl. Someone will have to show me what to do around here."
"Come on," she said. "We'll get the silage down first."
We walked through a shed and out into the holding pen, through the swing gate, and up the silo. I followed and slid through the 19th door. We stood atop the silage, cut from the past year. There were two silage forks, Trish grabbed one and I took the other. These tools had fifteen tines about an inch and a half apart.
"There are 73 milk cows and we give each, two forks of silage." She showed me the amount then tossed it down the shoot. I joined in and together we counted 146 scoops. "As the level of silage drops over the next few weeks, we will have to open a lower door along the side." She explained.
Moving down the ladder, we headed towards the milking parlor. Here she showed me the grain bin, up in the ceiling. We scooped the grain into the hopper till it was full. She explained this was enough feed to carry through a day and a half. Next the barn, she grabbed three hay bales, tossed them like a pro, popped the twine and pitched the hay into the roughage rack for the springing heifers below. They attacked it with relish.
With ease, she jumped from the mow, to the floor below and scampered off to inspect the herd, looking for Amy. I descended the wood ladder and caught up within a couple minutes. She had straddled the fence and was looking over the cows. I joined her and she explained, "Amy has a white blaze down her nose which turns to the right. Also she has what looks like an exploding star on her left hip."
That made as much sense to me as saying each cow had polka dots. They all looked the same to me. "She's not here," Trish said. "Let's get Ginger."
Dropping lightly to the ground, she is takes off at a run to the other side of the barn. Giving a shrill whistle, I spy their horse trot down the lane towards us. In a minute she lopes up to us and Trish grabs the halter, leading her into the barn.
"Do you know how to put on a saddle?" she asks me.
"I think so. Went to a camp my last year in high school and we went riding every day. Had to saddle and care for the horses."
"Let's see you do it. There's the saddle and there's the bridle."
I found the hand brush giving Ginger a quick oncever. The blanket was beside the saddle and I snatched it, shaking the dust out before positioning it on her back. Next the saddle. I tossed the stirrups and cinch over the horn, picked up the saddle and placed it on Ginger's back. Straightening it, I flipped the cinch and right stirrup off the horn, reached under for the cinch, bringing it up on the left side. The strap was quickly brought down, through the metal ring, and back through the top ring. At this point I lifted the strap to remove all the slack. Then giving a mighty heave, I pulled the cinch tight. I repeated this one more time to ensure adequate tightness. The strap was looped around the front, up behind the top ring, through the ring, and down inside the loop. The stirrup is dropped into place and I turn to face Trish.
"Not bad," she says. "But Ginger's not tied. You should have put the bridle on first."
"Oops." I said. I grabbed Ginger's halter and then put the bridle on, over it. The bit slid between the horse's teeth, as the strap looped back over her ears and the reigns draped back to the horn. She was led back outside where I waited for instructions.
Trish grabbed the horn, stepped into the stirrup and smoothly was in the saddle. "Up behind me." She said. It took a minute but soon I was seated at the rear. "Hang on to me." She instructed. I put my hands around her waist and held on as we took off at a fast trot down the lane. Her hair was blowing back in my face and tickling my nose. After a few seconds I placed my face over her left shoulder.
"Amy will likely be over in that corner of the pasture." She pointed and directed Ginger's head in that direction. Five minutes later we spy Amy. She is still in the pasture but seems caught up in the underbrush. Riding up, I dismount and clear out several branches, opening a break for Amy to get out. Once free, she walks toward the barn.
"Dad usually cleans out this brush once a year. Looks like it hasn't been done yet. Before we head back to the house, let's check the fencing along the corn. Need to make sure no problems are along the row.
I hop aboard Ginger again and we slowly walk along the fence. I dismount a couple times to check the wire is fastened to the post before remounting Ginger, behind Trish. In twenty minutes we arrive back at the barn. Trish leads Ginger into the barn, "I'll strip and brush Ginger down. You go help Dad, he's about half way through the milking. Let him know the brush needs cut back."
I find Bud and explain what we had found. Thanking me he gave instructions on what to do next. Once each cow had been milked, we gather the machines and he shows how to wash, rinse, and sterilize everything. Mentally I take notes on what procedures he used, the order of things, and amounts of soap. This is so completely new, it is evident additional instructions will be required.
Sensing my uncertainty, he turns toward me. "Think you can do this on your own tomorrow evening? I wanted to take the family into town for a night out." Seeing the shocked look on my face he laughed. "It's a lot to remember, I know. I'm messing with you. You'll do fine and before long all of this will be second nature to you."
"Bud, I've never worked on a farm before. To be honest, I'm lost. This is all new to me."
He laughed out loud. "I didn't hire you for what you knew. You were hired because I figured you would work hard. If you apply yourself, you will learn. Give yourself time. It'll come."
"Does Trish help you every evening?"
He shook his head. "The girls rotate. Tomorrow I think its Sam, then Becky. That way it gives them a break. Edith knows the routine too. This is a family business; everyone is expected to pull their weight."
My head is swimming from all this and I share as much with Bud.
"Give it time; you'll get the hang of it."
During the first few weeks, I learned and helped as best I could. As the months progressed I came to know the name of each cow, their temperaments, how to identify them, and every step in milking. I reported for work daily, would meet with Bud to discuss instructions and what he wanted me to do. Something was always changing. For example he might change the type of feed to be used. The grain mix may have different minerals added; the roughage could be changed from silage to hay. Maybe a particular cow developed mastitis, so special attention and medication would be given. These talks with Bud would last maybe half an hour. Occasionally he'd gone to town so I'd meet and talk with Edith. I came to enjoy farm life.
The Christmas holidays came and went. I traveled home to 'fight' with my brothers, like most good siblings. Being the oldest gave me the advantage, until all three would gang up against me.
The second semester started mid January and I returned to working for Bud. By this time I did understand the work. Bud was right about that. This was a family operation, Bud supplied the brains and Edith provided the heart. Trish was a hard worker and she took after her mom. The two of them were a lot a like. Sam (Samantha) liked farm work, she was a tomboy and took after her dad. However, she also had an interest in drama and the stage. Becky was the smart one. Even though history gave her problems, she was acing her science and math. She would be going to college.
Imperceptibly, my relationship changed with Bud and the family. The first few months, I was a 'hired hand'. But slowly I became accepted as a member of the family. I can't say for certain when this change took place, as I look back, probably it was when Trish asked me to stay for supper. Normally at the end of a work day, I would head back to the dorm and catch the tail end of the chow line. One evening in January, Trish and I were finishing up with sterilizing the equipment in the milk house. I was getting into my car when she asked, "Why don't you stay for supper."
I frowned. "Isn't that something your dad or mom would have to ask?" I questioned.
"Wait here a minute, I'll be right back."
True to her word she returned in a flash and said her mom agreed, I could stay and eat with them, if I wanted. "Can you stay, please?" she asked again.
I had nothing planned for that evening and all my studying was caught up. So I agreed.
From that point on, it was a regular request. Even this changed, by the end of February they didn't ask, it was assumed. The only times I ate supper at the school cafeteria was when the family were away from home.
My time working gave me opportunity to know the family well. The girls would always pester me. Becky and Sam would show me projects they were doing for school. A couple times they cornered me into a tickling match, which I always lost, of course. Trish asked about college life and my activities there. She was more reserved than the younger two but was never far away.
The evening meal was always enjoyable. Bud, Edith and the girls would talk about the days events and plans for the next day. If I didn't need to return to the dorm right away I sometimes helped Edith wash the dishes. She loved to talk about Bud and the girls. I shared about school and my family back home. The girls would be doing homework at the table listening to us talk. After the dishes were put away, they could pester me into helping them study. Becky would need help with history, Sam had trouble with science, and Trish couldn't grasp algebra.
One evening as I helped with their homework, Becky asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, I've never had the time. Too busy farming." I replied. Then seeing all three looking at me, I add, "But I do know three cute ones I might be interested in." Becky and Sam giggled while Trish smiled. These were good times.
With Spring came field work and planting crops. "You ever driven a tractor?" Bud asked one day.
"Only around here. Whenever you've asked me."
"Think you can work the fields?"
"Sure, I guess." I hesitated. "You'll have to show me how." I volunteered.
"That 85 acres over there," He said, pointing, "Needs plowed. That's where I'll plant the corn this year. Can you stick around during your 'spring break'? You'll learn some new stuff, besides caring for the dairy herd."
"I'm game for it. Like I said, you're going to have to show me."
"No problem. It's really pretty easy. Just keep your eyes sighted in a straight line and watch the equipment."
That day he and I adjusted the wheel settings on the tractor, pulled the plow out from the machine shed, and greased everything well. He explained to me the differences in plows. He had a '4 bottom' plow and the moldboards were 14 inches apart. The topsoil was deep in these parts, 8 inches and he liked to plow that depth. Right now the ground was too wet to till, but he figured, if the rains hold off, like the forecast said, next week the soil would be about right. One end of the field is higher ground and drains well, so he took me out and we put that plow into the ground. Bud showed me how to pick a distant point across the field and aim the tractor for that spot. He taught me about the difference between back furrows and dead furrows. How to adjust the depth, when to turn at the end of the furrow, not to turn too short, and to mind the hydraulics.
After a couple rounds, he let me sit in the seat and drive. The first time I am following in his wake, but I see it's not very straight. "Keep your right front wheel in the furrow, tight against the edge and make certain you steer the tractor for that imaginary point at the other end of the field."
Third time around, I did much better, and the fourth round was straight. Bud added, "Remember when you first start your plow 'land' there is nothing to guide you. If you don't get it straight, then nothing will be straight and you'll be fighting against yourself. The first round has to be 'spot on'."
Other details I needed to watch were rocks, excess stubble catching under the coulters, and equipment failures. During the winter, the freezing and thawing brings rocks to the surface. Striking one head on, could break a plow shear. Each moldboard was spring loaded and a direct hit was supposed to allow it to trip backwards, lift out of the ground, and then reset itself. But this didn't always work.
With that, my 'plow' training was over. "Have fun next week." He said. "You know what to do, just get it done before more rain falls. One more thing, if you plan to leave the plow out for more than a couple days, grease up the moldboards, this keeps them from rusting."
The following Friday was the start of spring break, school was closed, and Bud set up a cot in the basement for me to sleep. After the cows had been milked, I fueled the tractor, greased the tractor and plow, and headed out to the field. I finished the 'land' Bud had started the other day and started my own. Must have been overly cautious, because the first furrow was straight as an arrow. Before long I settled into a rhythm and the field took soon took on a different texture. I came to understand the fascination that men have for turning the soil. There is an attraction to be able to see your work unfold behind you and to accomplish something important. For the life of me, I never could understand where the 'sea gulls' came from. They followed behind and swooped up any worms or grubs that were uncovered. Another thing I noticed, time seems to disappear.
Someone asked me, a few years later, if it were lonely riding a tractor in the field. In one way, yes, there's no one to talk to. But in a different way, no, I was communing with nature and working the ground becomes a conversation with God.
I had lost all track of time and before I knew it, I saw Becky at the end of the field, walking along the furrow coming towards me. I stopped and she climbed aboard and sat on one of the fenders. "Mom said lunch is ready." She smiled.
For the first time I recognized the growl in my stomach. "Thanks, I'm hungry. Let's go." With that I finished plowing the furrow and we drove to the house.
After lunch, I picked up where I'd left off and continued till it was time to do the milking. "How'd it go?" Bud asked.
"Not bad, I figure it's about 1/3 done."
"Sounds good. There's tomorrow, and you can finish up on Monday. Forecast calls for showers Monday evening. We need to get it finished before then."
"What about Sunday? Couldn't we finish up then?" I asked.
"Except for the milking, all work stops on Sunday. We go to church. You're welcome to come along. It would be nice to include you as part of the family."
Church had never been important in my life. Vaguely I remember my folks took us kids to a service but that was years ago. As there would not be any other responsibilities, I said, "I guess so." I said haltingly.
Bud noticed my hesitation. "Look Mark. You don't have to come and can stay here if you want. We'd like to include you as part of the family."
"You mean the girls?"
"No, all of us. Tell you what, if you go to church with us Sunday morning, afterwards we'll have a picnic in the woods. It will be relaxing for all of us."
"Okay, sounds like fun. Guess church has never been important to me."
"Maybe it should." He smiled.
Saturday was much the same as before. I took a liking to turning over the ground and several seagulls were so feisty, I gave them names. At 12 noon, Sam came to the field to let me know lunch was ready. The girls are taking turns. When milking time rolled around, I estimated the field is about 80% completed. I could easily finish up on Monday.
In the morning I made a fool of myself. I hadn't been to church in such a long time, I figured that I had to wear a suit. Trouble was, I didn't have one. Coming up the steps, I asked Sam what I should wear to church, since I didn't have a suit. Sam burst out laughing and when she saw the uncertainty on my face, her laughing increased. I feel like making a hasty retreat just as Trish came around the corner. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Mark thinks he has to wear a suit to church?" Sam says between laughs.
Trish, grinning from ear to ear, "Just wear something that is clean and neat, Mark. You don't need a suit." She was sensing my insecurity. "Don't worry about Sam. I'll take you where you need to go at church."
True to her word, once we arrived, she took my hand and led me through the crowd, down the hall and into the youth room. Everything is new to me and the only folks I know are Trish and Sam. Becky must be elsewhere in the building.
When the Sunday school class was over Trish led me to the auditorium and we sat together during the service. The order of service is different from what I vaguely remember as a boy. I like the music and the preacher has an entertaining way of presenting the message. It intrigued me. At its completion, church is over and we moved towards the door. Trish introduced me to the pastor and he welcomed me and asked me to return. We walked outside and got into the car. Sam was already there and said, "You can stop holding his hand now, Trish." Trish dropped my hand like it was a hot potato. Nothing more was said until everyone was in the car and we headed to the picnic spot.
Edith had packed a large lunch which everyone helped to unpack on our arrival. This spot was a favorite for them and Bud had erected a sort of table. It was three wide planks placed over some 2 x 4's attached to a couple posts set in the dirt. Not much to look at but it served the purpose. I helped Becky gather branches for a fire and in 30 minutes we have one burning brightly. Hot dogs may not make for a king's ransom, but they certainly looked good cooking at the end of those sticks. Baked beans, potato salad, sliced melon, and a variety of soda rounded out the meal. Trish and Sam were tossing a Frisbee, Bud laid out the table setting and Becky and I cooked the dogs.
The weather was beautiful for this early in the spring. The family came here often in the summer time and it was a place of relaxation. Early morning hours, constant pressure to ensure top, high quality production, and steady physical activity; all of this required a means to let down. This is one way that they did this. Occasionally friends or family were invited and sometimes a church group used the place. The birds were singing, a light breeze blowing, and sun shining flickered through the budding branches of the trees. This was so relaxing. I could feel the stress melting from my muscles and my mind clearing as all thoughts floated up with the smoke from the fire. I could see why they enjoyed it here.
We ate and I stuffed myself. Conversation was light and our spirits lifted, we were having fun. I'd seen Bud smile, but today he was laughing and having a rollicking good time. After eating, Becky grabbed the Frisbee and the other two joined her in catch. "Come on, Mark." Sam cajoled. "Play catch with us."
I tried to pass, but they persisted. Edith spoke, "The girls like you, Mark."
"Yeah, I know. I think I ate too much." Slowly I rise and join them, tossing the disk back and forth.
The afternoon passes all too soon, we pack up, return to the house and back to milking the herd.
Monday arrives the next morning and after chores, I am back on the tractor to finish up the plowing. The forecast has changed with the rain to arrive earlier than expected. Keeping the tractor running at full power, the ground changes from stubble to turned black earth. Black clouds are rising in the west as I press on. It's a race against the rain and it'll be close. To speed up the work, I had chosen to plow diagonally to the existing stubble rows and the tractor rocked from side to side. As one wheel rose to cross a row, the other wheel fell between another. The rain was approaching and I could see it drawing near and there are about 5 rounds till completion. My full attention was on the work and Trish was standing beside the tractor before I even saw her. "Lunch time." She said.
I stopped for a moment as she climbed on. "Want to finish up before the rain hits." I say pointing to the western sky.
"Let's get her done then. Mom'll hold lunch."
The tractor lurches forward again and continues the rocking from side to side. Trish is having difficulty holding to the fender and I fear she could be tossed off. "Sit here." I say, scooting back in the seat and open my knees. She slips to the front of the seat with my arms on either side. I put one arm around her waist to give some support.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"For now." she answers. She places her hands on my legs for added support as the tractor rocks back and forth. I give my attention to the plowing; I feel her slip and tighten my hold.
It's a race against the weather. As the ground is turning in even rows, I watch the rain clouds march across the landscape. The seagulls have departed. I must be the dumb one, I think to myself. A 'round' and a half remains and I don't figure we'll get it done. "We're going to get wet." I yell in Trish's ear.
Lightning flashes across the sky, and now I become scared. The tractor is the highest point around and Trish and I are sitting on it. Another bolt flashes, followed by the clash of thunder.
Above the roar of the tractor I yell, "I'll finish this row, then we're outa here. I don't want to get caught in that lightning."
She can only nod. A hundred feet from the end the sky opens up and the rain comes. The ground becomes wet and the tires slip. We're so close with one round remaining. Raising the plow, I change to a higher gear and we race toward the house. The wind had picked up, blowing the rain in sheets. Trish's hair is hanging straight with rivulets of water running down, onto her clothes, on to mine.
The rain is cold, very cold and as it increases to a downpour, both of us are soaked to the skin. A streak of lightning with an immediate crack of thunder reminds me we need to get under cover, and fast. Driving up the lane I aim for the open shed, slowing only enough to ensure we stop inside. I shut off the tractor and we dismount; there is not a dry spot of clothing on either of us. Each step brings a 'squish, squish' from my shoes. By now the rain is falling so hard we cannot see the house a hundred yards off.
"Looks like we gotta wait here till it lets up." I say.
"Okay," Trish says as she stands in the doorway shivering.
There is an old overcoat hanging on a peg at the back of the shed and I fetch it from the hook. Stepping behind her, I place it over her shoulders, and then encircle her with my arms. "You're cold." I offer.
"Yeah, I am. Thanks." Though she's wet, her shivering slowly subsides.
We stand like this for about 3 or 4 minutes before I see the back edge of the rain. It will stop in a few minutes. "You ready to go in?" I ask.
She doesn't reply, so I ask again. "Think we need to be going?"
Still she doesn't answer. I look down and she has a distant stare. She is lost in some dream world.
"Earth calling Trish. Earth calling Trish. Come in please."
She jumped, startled at being caught daydreaming.
"Where were you?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just off somewhere." Then she blushed. As I looked, she blushed again.
I let it drop. "Come on. The rain has let up."
With that we make our way to the house through a light drizzle. Inside the door we stand dripping wet. Edith hands us a couple towels. "You two will catch your death of cold. Dry off and get your clothes changed."
I headed to the basement, stripped; putting on some dry duds, then went back upstairs. Everyone else was seated at the table as Trish and I sat down.
"How much is left?" Bud asks, pointing his chin towards the field.
"One round. If the rain had held off another 15 minutes, it'd be done."
"Showers forecast for the next three days, that's about all we can do. Not bad. You got more done than I figured. Good job."
For the remainder of spring break, I helped Bud get ready to plant. He and I went over the disc, harrow, and planter. We greased, tightened, and adjusted. All was ready once the ground dried, and that depended upon the weather.
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Leonard, Raj, Howard, and Sheldon were sitting in the cafeteria at CalTech when Barry Kripke approached their table.
"Hewwo, fewwas."
"Hey," they replied in unison.
"Wemember when we were twying to figuwe out what that smell coming fwom Pwofessor Tupperman's office was? Turns out it was Tupperman. Dead at his desk for two weeks."
"Oh, my God," Leonard gasped.
"In wieu of fwowers, the department chair is asking that evewyone donate a bottle of Febweze."
Sheldon was agitated at the sudden turn of events. "If we're going to change the topic from jellyfish, I'd be okay with brine shrimp or the history of the unicycle."
Howard looked at Sheldon with a sideways glance. "Show a little compassion, a man died."
"And turned into a puddew of goo. Now, we can either sit awound and cwy over spilt pwofessor, or we can wejoice in the knowwedge that a tenured position has just opened up. I choose to do the watter."
Sheldon spoke up. "Excuse me, the whole tenure system is ridiculous. A guaranteed job for life only encourages the faculty to become complacent. If we really want science to advance, people should have chips implanted in their skulls that explode when they say something stupid."
Barry began to walk away. "If you need my nose, you'll find it firmwy wodged up the wectum of the tenure committee."
Howard looked around the table. "You Ph.D's gonna go suck up like Kripke?"
Leonard shook his head. "No. I mean, I'll apply, but I'm not gonna stoop to playing politics."
Raj agreed. "Yeah, me neither. It should be about the work. And if I can't get tenure, I'd like to see you or Sheldon get it."
Sheldon looked at Raj. "Raj, don't dangle false hope in front of Leonard like that."
In Penny's apartment later that day...
"So 'tenured' means a job for life?" Penny asked.
Leonard nodded. "Yup."
"You can't get fired even if you're bad at it?"
Leonard thought for a moment. "Mm, not really."
"Wow, sounds a lot like being a pretty waitress at the Cheesecake Factory."
Over in Sheldon's apartment...
"While I disagree with the premise of tenure, if they gave it to me, it wouldn't diminish my output. You know, I'm like the sun. Can't turn this off," Sheldon said.
"Are Rajesh and Leonard competing for it as well?" Amy asked.
Sheldon nodded. "Mm-hmm."
And at Howard and Bernadette's apartment...
"It would be nice to have the increased income. Stop taking money from my parents," Raj said dreamily. "They buy me a new BMW for my birthday but can I get seat warmers? No. 'Rajesh, if you want a warm butt, you're gonna have to pay for it yourself.' Well, maybe I will, old man."
Bernadette grabbed Raj's wine glass. "I think that's enough wine for now." She looked at Howard. "What about you, Howie? Are you going to apply?"
Howard shook his head. "I'd like to but I don't have a Ph.D."
Bernadette smiled. "We might be able to find a way around that."
Back in Penny's apartment...
"So, who do you have to schmooze to get this deal?" Penny asked Leonard.
"I'm not gonna schmooze anybody. I'm gonna let my work speak for itself."
"That's great. That shows a lot of integrity."
"Thank you." Leonard paused. "I'm a naive idiot, right?"
"Oh, good, you heard me." She paused. "Maybe I can help you schmooze."
In Sheldon's apartment...
"You know, if you really want tenure, maybe you should cozy up to the people making the decision," Amy pointed out.
Sheldon shook his head. "Sheldon Cooper does not do cozy."
Amy frowned. "You don't say."
In the CalTech cafeteria the next day...
"You guys goin' to Professor Tupperman's memorial?" Howard asked.
Raj shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
Leonard shook his head. "Probably not."
Sheldon also shrugged his shoulders. "Barely knew him."
Howard nodded. "Yeah, you wouldn't want to look like you guys are brown-nosing the tenure committee, who will all be there." *All the better to let Bernie work her magic* he thought with glee.
That evening, at Professor Tupperman's memorial, Amy and Sheldon stood in the lobby.
Amy helped Sheldon prepare. "Let's go over our emotional responses one last time. Professor Tupperman is dead, and that makes us?"
Sheldon nodded. "Sad."
"The fact that there are so many people here tonight doesn't make us cranky and claustrophobic. It makes us?"
"Glad."
"Giving Mrs. Davis the box set of Roots was?"
"Bad. However..."
"No."
"Fine. Bad."
Suddenly, Raj was standing next to them. He shook his head. "Unbelievable. You have some nerve showing up here just to schmooze with the tenure committee."
Sheldon looked him up and down. "You're here."
"Excuse me. I'm here to pay my respects to Professor Tupperware, or whatever his name is."
"So am I. His passing makes me feel bad." Sheldon looked to Amy. She nodded and winked, indicating he gave the correct emotional response.
Then Leonard and Penny appeared. "Well, well, well, Sheldon, fancy meeting you here. I guess the train store in Glendale wasn't having a cotillion after all," Leonard said. Then he turned to Raj. "And you, you said you weren't coming here, either."
Raj looked him in the eye. "I have a thick accent. You don't know what I said."
Amy looked at Penny. "I'd like to know why Penny's here."
"I'm here to support my man, just like you."
Sheldon looked at her incredulously. "What are you going to do? Take people's drink orders and get them wrong?"
Leonard nodded at Penny. "Do it."
Penny quite proudly threw off the coat she was wearing, revealing a little black dress. "Little" doesn't accurately describe it. Her long blonde hair fell over the black velvet material. It was strapless with a neckline that plunged deep into her breasts. It looked like it might have been built for size 34B cups, not Penny's 36C cups. They were spilling over the top. The dress clung to her curves all the way down to the hem that didn't even reach mid-thigh. The black high heels only made her lean, tan legs look even longer than they already were. She was stunning.
Sheldon was oblivious to the sudden sexiness that was standing before him. "What? Did she do it yet?"
Amy was pissed. "She plans on flirting with members of the tenure committee to further Leonard's cause."
Sheldon looked back and forth at the two women. "Well, that's a fine how-do-you-do. Don't just stand there. Take your breasts out."
Howard and Bernadette appeared. "Ooh, meerkat fight!" Howard said drooling.
Raj snapped his head around. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Just paying my respects," Howard grinned.
"Then why is Bernadette half naked?" Raj asked nodding at Bernadette, trying not to stare at her boobs.
Bernadette was dressed completely out of character for her. While normally she dressed very conservatively, tonight was the exact opposite. Tonight she was dressed in a tight red silk dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline as well as a deep v neck that cut deep into her cleavage. It had very little back, showing plenty of skin. The hem on the right side ran all the way down to her red pumps, while the rest of the hem cut up sideways to the left where it stopped just below her left hip, leaving her left leg almost completely exposed. The cold chill in the air had her gumdrop size nipples practically ripping through the thin material.
Amy tried to argue. "You're all wasting your time. Sheldon is the most qualified for the job, and no amount of gravity-defying bosom's going to change that." She nodded at Bernadette and Penny. "Seriously, is that tape? Like, how are they staying up like that?"
Leonard leaned over and whispered into Penny's ear. "Way to hit 'em with both barrels."
Howard leaned into Bernadette. "You are so getting fucked tonight!"
Just then, Kripke walked by with one of the committee members.
The committee member said, "I could not ask you to do that."
Barry waved her off. "Nonsense. Childwen wove me. Something about me just makes them waugh and waugh."
Leonard shook his head. "No. We cannot lose to that jerk."
The group walked into the large, crowded room filled with people paying their respects to the late Professor Tupperman. There were quite assuredly a few more candidates for the tenured position in attendance, as well. The group split up and mingled through the room.
Leonard was the first to spot two members of the tenure committee. He steered himself and Penny to over to them.
He stood next to them but they didn't acknowledge his presence. He finally cleared his throat.
"Ahh yes, Dr. Hofstadter, good to see you," Professor Eagle said as he shook his hand. Professor Eagle was a distinguished looking man. Tall and handsome, in mid 50s, with a full head of hair that was beginning to show signs of gray.
"Professor Eagle, Professor Stand, I'd like you to meet my wife, Penny."
Both professors looked stunned at the fact that Leonard had been able to land such a beauty. Both professors shook her hand while trying not to watch her tits jiggle while doing so.
The four exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Leonard leaned into Penny. "You okay?"
She smiled. "I got this."
"Professor Eagle, Professor Stand, would you mind keeping Penny company while I use the restroom?"
The two professors looked at each other. "It would be our pleasure," Professor Stand said. He was a little older and taller than Professor Eagle. He had a little pudge around the waist but, for a man his age, obviously made the attempt to stay in shape.
Leonard had barely taken two steps when Penny went into action. "So, gentlemen, Leonard tells me you're on some kind of committee."
"Yes, that's correct," Eagle said, still trying hard not to stare at the tits that were spilling out of her dress. "The tenure committee. We've gotten Dr. Hofstadter's application for tenure. At first glance, he's definitely qualified."
"Oh, yeah, I know. He's more than qualified," Penny said. She cocked her head sexily and began to run a finger along the neckline of her dress. "I wonder if there's someplace we can talk about, uh, some qualifications that you don't know about. Some qualifications you've been glancing at all night that maybe you'd like to know more about."
"I-I-I don't know if...that would be...appropriate," Stand stammered.
"Oh, c'mon, loosen up. Just three adults having a consensual, private...discussion, right? What's wrong with that?"
The two professors nodded at each other. "Yes, well (ahem), since you put it that way, yes, I suppose there's nothing wrong with that," Professor Eagle said.
Howard spotted two more members of the tenure committee talking with Raj.
"That's so sad about Professor Tupperman," Howard said as he forced himself into the conversation with Bernadette at his side.
"Yes it is, Doctor, uhhhhh," Professor Janski said to Howard.
"Oh, he's no doctor. He's an engineer," Raj said, making sure to emphasize "engineer".
"Master of Engineering, yes, that's correct," Howard said, shaking Professor Janski's hand.
"Oh, yes, I've seen you on campus," Janski said, pulling his hand away. "So, you knew Professor Tupperman?" he asked curiously.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah, we were like this," Howard said, wrapping two fingers around each other.
Raj rolled his eyes. "Puuuhhhhh-lease!"
"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my lovely bride, Bernadette. She's a microbiologist with a corner office at Zangen," Howard said, trying to divert attention from Raj's snide comment.
Bernadette stuck out her hand, as well as her 36 inch bustline. "Au chante."
Professors Janski and Winslow, as well as Raj, Howard, and Bernadette chatted for several moments. The two professors couldn't take their eyes off of Bernadette. With Bernadette being only 5 feet tall, the professors couldn't help but look straight down her dress when looking at her. Try as he might, Raj couldn't pull their attention away.
"So, gentlemen, did you get a chance to look over my Howie's application for tenure?" Bernadette asked.
"Well, yes, and, quite frankly, I'm not sure why he wasted his time," Professor Winslow said. "I mean, he's an engineer."
"A Master of Engineering," Howard said puffing out his chest.
"An engineer none the less," Raj said.
"A Master of Engineering...that's been on a NASA mission," Bernadette said, growling at Raj. She turned back to the professors. "How many people at CalTech can say they've been on a NASA mission?"
"Well, that is true," Janksi concurred.
Raj leaned into Howard. "Oh sure, play the NASA card."
"Bite me, bitch," Howard responded.
"Would you gentlemen like to hear more about Howie's trip into space?" Bernadette asked, moving in closer to the two professors.
"Oh, well, maybe another time," Winslow said quite dismissively.
Both men jumped. Bernadette discreetly cupped their balls. "Or maybe we can talk about your rockets?" she said quietly with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh! Yes! (ahem) That's a splendid idea!" Janski said.
The two professors led Bernadette arm-in-arm away from the crowded room with Howard and Raj not too far behind.
"Playing the big titty card? Really? Have you no shame?" Raj asked of his friend.
"She's got 'em, might as well use 'em to my advantage, so too fucking bad," Howard replied as they followed behind. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked Raj.
"Dude, if you think I'm going to let you get away with this, you've got another thing coming."
In a tiny, darkened room down the hall from where the memorial was being held, behind closed doors, were Professors Janski, Stand, and Penny.
"Now stand back, boys. Let me show you those qualifications," Penny cooed. Penny reached behind her. The sound of a zipper filled the room. Her tiny black dress fell to the floor. The two professors stepped forward. Penny wagged her finger at them. "Ah ah ah." She began to massage her tits, pinch her nipples, and rub her bald pussy. "Now it's your turn."
In a flash, two pairs of slacks hit the floor, quickly followed by tighty whitey underwear. Two impressive looking cocks pointed at Penny. *At their age? That's impressive! I hope Leonard holds up that well!* Penny thought.
"Holy crap on a cracker, very nice, boys," she said as she stepped closer. "Now, let me give you an oral argument for why you should pick Leonard."
She dropped to her knees in front of them and grabbed their stiff shafts. The two men gasped. She gently stroked them as she admired each one. She moved in and flicked the tip of Professor Eagle with her tongue, then did the same with Professor Stand. She leaned back and studied the situation. *Eeny, meeny, miny, moe* went through her head. Before he knew it, Eagle's pole was buried in Penny's throat. He gave a loud moan, much louder than he intended. He slid in and out of her throat while she stroked Professor Stand. The room quickly filled with low moans and slurping sounds.
Bernadette and Professors Janski and Winslow had barely entered their darkened room before the two professors pounced on Bernadette. Before you could say particle accelerator her dress had been stripped off her tiny body and tossed to the side.
"Oh my! Professors!" she squealed as two fingers slid past her already puffy cunt lips.
Winslow removed a tit from his mouth. "If you want us to even consider giving tenure to an engineer, you're gonna have to work for it."
"Master of Engineering," Bernadette sighed as she brought his face back to her breast.
Raj started to open the door that Bernadette disappeared behind. Howard grabbed his arm. "Hang on there, buddy. Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to stop this right now!" Raj said with clenched fists.
"The hell you say. Let's see where this goes," Howard said, crouching down and peering through the crack in the door.
"Dude! You're going to watch your wife get banged by these two?!"
Howard shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
"She's your *wife!"
"She loves it when I watch, and I love watching," Howard said without looking up.
"You bastard! You're just now telling me this?!" Howard shrugged his shoulders again. "Dude, scoot over! Let me see!"
They watched as Janski and Winslow pushed Bernadette to her knees. Winslow quickly grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her towards his bouncing pole. Even in the dim light she could see the veins wrapped around the beast pulse with energy. She opened her mouth without protest and hungrily took him in.
She gagged briefly as Winslow's swollen member slid down her throat. *My God! He's so much bigger than my Howie!* she thought. Her pussy dripped at the thought of having it buried in her slit and not her throat.
"You're gonna know the true meaning of getting fucked tonight...bitch," Winslow said as he placed his hands behind her head and throat fucked her while she stroked Janski's tool.
"Mmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" was Bernadette's muffled reply.
"Sounds like they're going to work Bernadette over pretty good, dude," Raj said concerned.
Howard giggled. "Yeah! I know!"
Penny was on all fours, with Professor Eagle beneath her fucking her quivering cunt while Professor Stand impaled her face. Leonard was just down the hall listening intently. All he could hear were moans and the occasional plea to the heavens. He smiled. *Tenure's as good as mine. Blow me, Sheldon.*
"Her throat...it's so...tight! It's...it's...incredible!" Stand announced. "I...I...I don't know...how much longer..."
"Me, too! So's her pussy!" Eagle panted. "It's like it's gripping me!"
"I...I...gaaaaaaaa!" Stand's rod throbbed in Penny's mouth. Each throb pumped another spurt of thick liquid down the back of her throat. She gulped and gulped trying to keep up.
*Jesus Christ! So much cum! This dude needs to jack off more often!* Penny thought as she swallowed.
Stand finally pulled out of her mouth. She sucked it all the way out, releasing it with a pop.
"I don't think I can last much longer," Professor Eagle wheezed.
"Wait! Wait!" Penny said as she lifted off of him. "Fuck me in the ass! Stick it in my ass!"
Eagle grabbed his slick pole. But, instead of holding it steady for entry, he gave it a couple of hard tugs. As Penny lowered herself down, she felt a warm rope shoot across her ass and up her back. *Shit!* she thought. She quickly raced down and took him into her mouth, taking the rest of his spunk down her throat.
Once the flow of cum stopped, she removed him from her mouth and sat back on her haunches. Eagle looked up in time to see her swipe droplets of cum from the corner of her grinning lips and slide it back into her mouth.
"S-s-s-sorry," Eagle said, embarrassed he didn't comply with her request.
"It's okay, sweetie," she said softly. "As long as you enjoyed it."
"Oh yes! Very much so!" he said as he brought himself to his feet.
Stand was completely dressed, waiting for his colleague to finish. "Amazing. You were absolutely amazing."
"Dr. Hofstadter is a lucky man," Eagle said as he got dressed.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Penny said proudly.
"I'll take a closer look at Dr. Hofstadter's application first thing in the morning," Stand said.
"You do that," Penny said. "If he gets tenure, maybe we can have another 'conversation,'" she said seductively.
Shortly after the two professors left the room, Leonard slipped in. Penny was still on her haunches.
"So? How'd it go?"
She swiped some rogue cum from her tits and slipped it between her lips. "It's in the bag," she said grinning.
Leonard pumped his fist. "Yes!"
"But those rat bastards finished before I did! And I was close, too."
Leonard dropped his pants and pulled out his thick, 8" rod. "Let's see if we can do something about that."
Raj and Howard watched through the crack in the door as Professor Winslow slid his tool in and out of Bernadette's slit from underneath her while Professor Janski pummeled her ass from behind.
"My God! Her cunt is like a vise grip!" Winslow announced after releasing her tit from his mouth.
"That's right! Fuck my tight little cunt!" Bernadette challenged him.
Janski chuckled. "I think I've sufficiently stretched out her ass. Let's see what we can do about that cunt," he said as he removed his thick post from her ass.
'Hey!" Bernadette protested. "What the fu...huh?" She felt pressure on her swollen pussy as Janski continued to chuckle. Then more pressure. "Hey! Hey, bub! W-w-w-what do you think you're doing?!" A moment of panic raced through her mind. *They're going to rip it apart!*
"Just relax," Janski growled. "You can slide a baby's head out of this thing, you can slide two cocks in it."
"Holy Mother of Mary motherfuck!" Bernadette cried out as she felt Janski's cock slide into her with surprising ease, joining Winslow's.
"I told you," Janski chuckled as the two men began to slide their cocks in and out of her twitching twat.
"Ohmagod! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me, you sissies!"
"Listen to this, slut," Janski laughed. "She gets two cocks in her cunt and she shows how much of a whore she is. C'mon, whore, tell us how much you like have your cunt stuffed with cock."
"I-I-I love it! God forgive me, I love! I...I...shit...I'm gonna...fuuuuucccckkk!"
Her body trembled as she exploded with an orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She pushed back against each thrust of the two professor's thrusts. The room started to spin. For a moment she thought she might pass out.
"Fuck it, I can't take anymore," Howard said as he stood up from his crouched position.
"Dude! Are you going to stop it?" Raj asked.
"Are you fuckin' crazy? Hell no! I'm gonna join in!" Raj's jaw dropped. He watched his friend drop his pants as he walked through the door.
"Fuck it!" Raj said as he followed Howard through the door.
The light from the open door briefly illuminated the room.
"Wolowitz! Koothrappali! What the hell are you doing here?!" Janski said as he froze.
"It's...it's...it's not what it looks like," Winslow said from underneath Bernadette.
"Hi, honey," Bernadette said with a smile looking up at her husband.
"Well, it looks like you're fucking my wife. Mind if I join in?" Howard said as he dropped to his knees and slipped his tiny tool through his wife's lips.
"So you're okay with this?" Janski asked.
"Hell yeah!" Howard replied enthusiastically as he began to thrust his hips into Bernadette's face. "What're you waiting for? Fuck her little cunt! Make her scream!"
"Mmmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!" came Bernadette's muffled squeal.
"And hurry up!" Raj said as he stroked his thick cock off to the side. "I wanna bust one off in her ass!"
It wasn't long before the professors were struggling to breath.
"I...I...can't take...much more," Janski panted as he continued to double stuff Bernadette's gash.
"Me, too!" cried Winslow. "Her pussy's...too...tight!"
Janski pulled out and furiously stroked his throbbing cock. With a grunt, a stream of thick, white jizz shot up Bernadette's spine. Several smaller spurts shot out. The thick goo puddled in the small of her back.
Janski slapped his pole on her ass, sending several more droplets up her back. "God damn!" he said as he rose to his feet.
"Gonna...gonna...mmmmmmm...gonna...fuck!" Winslow's thrusts threw Bernadette into the air as he emptied the contents of his ball sack into her hot little box. She could fill it filling up with each thrust of his hips.
When he finally finished he lifted Bernadette off of him. A stream of cum followed as he unplugged her snatch. She continued to suck Howard as Winslow rolled out from underneath her. As soon as he was clear, Raj slid in behind her.
"It's about fucking time! I was about to blow over there!" Raj said as he touched the tip of his thick, caramel-colored cock to her already gaped ass. *What a great country!* he thought to himself.
Winslow and Janski dressed and didn't stick around for the rest of the show. As they left, Janski was heard saying "Jesus Christ! That's the best fuck I've had in years!"
"Years?" Winslow countered. "That's the tightest cunt I've ever had! Fucking amazing!"
As soon as Raj slid is pole past Bernadette's sphincter, Bernadette exploded with another orgasm. The only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor were the two poles impaling her. Her ass and mouth tightened around the cocks that were filling both.
"I'm gonna launch! I'm gonna launch!" Howard warned. "Prepare...for...liftoff! 3...2...1...booyah!!"
Her mouth was suddenly full of the familiar taste of Howard's rocket fuel while she was still experiencing her own orgasm. He grabbed the back of her head as he halting fucked her face. Her mouth clamped down, sucking him as hard as she could.
Raj was close to jerking himself off before. All it took was Bernadette's ass clamping down on his skewer to finish him off.
"Oh! Oh! Dude! Oh!" Raj grabbed her ass while he threw his hips into hers.
"That's right! Fuck my ass you Indian bastard!" Bernadette commanded after Howard removed his rocket.
"Dude! Dude! Duuuuuuude!" Bernadette felt Raj dump his spicy curry into her, savoring every pulse of his pole. She grinded her hips back into his, wanting every last bit of him inside her.
Leonard's hips smacked against Penny's heart shaped ass as he fucked her ass hard.
"Did you like having those two professors fuck you?" Leonard growled.
"Yes! Yes! I loved it!" Penny cried out.
"That makes you a fucking slut, doesn't it?"
"Yes! Yes! I'm a fucking slut!"
"You're my fucking slut, aren't you? Who's cock do you love the most?"
"Yes! Yes! Yours! I love your cock! Fuck! Oh fuck!"
"Does my fucking slut want to cum?"
"Yes! God yes! Make me cum with your big fucking cock in my ass!"
Leonard fucked her even harder. "C'mon, slut, cum for me. Let me hear you cum while I fuck your ass."
"Ohmyfuckinggawd! Cumming! Cumming! Cummingggggaaaahhhhh!"
Penny rested her forehead on the carpeted floor, sticking her ass even higher in the air. Her body shook violently as a Nebraska twister raced through her body, her head swimming in ecstasy.
As the trembling of her body slowed, Leonard withdrew from her ass. "Sit up, slut. I'm gonna cover those sweet tits with cum."
Penny did as told. She sat straight up and cupped her tits, holding them up as targets. "C'mon, big boy, cover me in cum. You know I love it," she cooed.
"I know you do," he panted. "Here it...here it...here it...cums!"
His head flew back and his chest puffed out and he tugged on his hose. Rope after rope of white hot cum shot out, splattering across her chest and tops of her tits. She watched and smiled as it's warmth covered her.
When he stopped pumping his pole, she replaced his hand with hers and took him into her mouth. She wanted to make sure she had completely drained him. She loved pleasing her man, whatever it took. Even if it meant letting two strangers have their way with her.
When Leonard finally looked down, Penny was licking his cum off the top of her tits. "God, I love you," he whispered.
The gang met back up in the lobby.
"Where have you all been?" Sheldon asked annoyed.
"We were...we were...we were, uhhhhhh," Penny stammered.
"You were exposing your breasts to members of the tenure committee, weren't you?" Amy asked with a sour look on her face.
"And then some," Howard chuckled under his breath to Raj.
"None of your bee's wax," Bernadette said.
"Sluts," Amy said under her breath.
"Jealous much?" Bernadette asked.
"You've got something right there," Penny said to Bernadette with a grin, pointing at the corner of her own mouth as if she was a mirror.
Bernadette quickly licked the droplet of cum she had missed from the corner of her mouth. She nodded at Penny. "What's that on your chest?" Some of the cum Penny had missed had dried and was flaking.
Penny wiped at her chest. "Oh. Uh, yeah. Dry skin."
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Text: Anna didn't have to be a mind reader to know that something was wrong with Molly. For the past few days she had been distracted and listless, often staring into space when she should have been working. Even on their days off she spent time on the balcony, looking out towards the sea and sighing wistfully to herself. She also didn't need to be a mind reader to know what that something was."Come on," Anna said. "Tell me."Molly glanced over her shoulder before sighing and turning back towards the water. "Tell you what?""Who is he?" She put her hands on her hips. "It's obvious you're in love."She smiled longingly. "He's amazing. He's tall, strong...""Yeah?""Confident..."Anna nodded. "Okay.""Scaly, breathes atomic fire...""...what?""Maybe a metaphor of some sort, there's so many layers to him that-""Hold it." As Molly turned to face her, Anna continued. "You're in love with Agrodon.""Yeah." She smiled wistfully. "He's great, isn't he?""He's a thousand feet tall and rises out of the ocean to wreak havoc.""He's hot, though.""Why can't you be normal and just lust after that fish guy from The Shape of Water?""I'm not going to settle," Molly shot back, folding her arms across her chest.Anna made a circle with the finger and thumb of one hand, balling her other hand into a fist and bumping them together. "I can think of at least one problem you'd run into, and that's assuming you could even get his attention.""I know, but he's just..." She sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "If only I could be with him on his level, you know?"Anna eyed her friend, resolve slipping away despite her better judgment. Molly was eccentric, there was no doubting that, but there was genuine longing in her actions. Even if her choice in men was highly questionable, she deserved a shot at love; everybody did. The least Anna could do was help her out."I probably shouldn't be doing this," Anna said, "but I have a plan. Change into something stretchy and meet me outside."
Behind the apartment complex was a small park, left in a half-finished state when the building's owner ran low on funds. There were no trees, only partially paved paths, and the closest thing to a pond was a slight recess that got swampy during heavy rains. It was open and flat, however, which was all that Anna wanted from it."This isn't going to work," Molly said.Anna set the bike pump down, letting the long, coiled hose on her shoulder slide off to the ground. "...and yet you still changed and followed me out here," she retorted, gesturing to Molly's biking shorts and sports bra."Yeah, well..." She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "I guess I really -want- it to work. Donny's not going to dick himself, you know?"She gave her a look as she stooped, picking up the end of the hose. "'Donny.' You're calling him Donny now." Shaking her head, she plugged the nozzle into Molly's navel before moving to the pump. "I hope this is worth it," she muttered, before pushing down on the handle.Molly recoiled in wide-eyed shock as there was a sudden pressure against her navel that quickly gave way to what felt like all the muscles in her body stretching on their own, and her line of sight shot up a foot. Anna raised the handle and pressed it down again and the sensation repeated, her vision rising higher. Her mouth moved wordlessly, and by the time she got the words out she was tall enough that Anna only came up to her waist. "Woah! Hold it!"Anna froze, looking up at her. "Is something wrong?""I..." She looked herself over, patting herself down. She -felt- normal, though her skin had a faint sheen to it that reminded her of a balloon, and there was a slight paunch to her stomach that wasn't there before. Despite being twice its normal size, her outfit seemed to be handling its new scale perfectly fine. "...I can't believe this is working." Glancing around, she added, "everything looks so different from up here.""Should I keep going?""Uh, yeah? I guess."As Anna resumed pumping, Molly's growth showed no signs of slowing. If anything, she seemed to be gaining height faster as time went on, watching as the windows of the surrounding apartment blocks went by. The air that had been affecting only her belly spread elsewhere, giving her a spare tire around her waist and thicker forearms and thighs, and a hissing sound gradually became audible with each pump and fit of growth. As her head cleared the roofs of the five-story building found herself instinctively hunching over, hiding from view.Anna paused again to pick up the pump and step away from her, barely coming up to her mid-thigh. "Why are you so worried people are going to see you?" she shouted up at her."I dunno, I just feel... weird being this big.""Just think of it-" She rolled her eyes, muttering "I can't believe I'm saying this," under her breath before shouting again, continuing to pump. "Just think of it as getting closer to Agrodon.""That's true," Molly replied. Her body grew yards at a time, and she found herself moving her feet together in order to stay in the center of an increasingly confining space. "You know, this is actually kind of nice." She grinned as the curve of her body rose up beneath her breasts up to her neck and to the sides, going from pear-shaped to egg-shaped. "This must be what Donny feels like.""You mean being big," Anna said."Well, yeah." She continued rising up, the apartment roofs below her waist. Going unnoticed was now an utter impossibility, if not from her size then from the loud hisses that punctuated each burst of air, and several pedestrians and cars had stopped to gawk at her. However, her prior concern had quickly melted away as she watched the world grow smaller around her, the attention she was getting growing more and more insignificant as the shore came into view. Had the pneumatic giantess thought to look behind her she would have noticed that she had outgrown the skyscrapers in the business district, now being the most dominant feature of the skyline.As Molly grew to such a scale that the five-story apartment merely reached her ankles, a siren began to sound. Far beneath her in shadow of her belly, Anna stopped pumping, tugging on hose and causing it to slip free with surprising ease before cupping her hands and shouting upward. "Molly! Agrodon's coming!"While Anna was too small and too quiet to hear, Molly still understood what was happening. 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t the top of the gargantuan snatch.
The raptoress' first change was far more widespread. Her scales began to shift color, taking on a darker shade of green, becoming shiny, becoming harder, merging together into thick plates. The raptoress now had a slightly insectile look to her with her new carapace. The change drew a pleasure yowl from Rissa, the smoothness allowing her to hump Kirisha's tail at an increased pace. "Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!" she moaned.
Rissa's hands went to her own breasts, mashing them together, her forked tongue slithering out to lap at thick purple nipples. Her tongue was suddenly accompanied by two more, each originating in her palms. She pulled them away from her body, looking at the new additions, a mouth in the palm of each hand. With a soft mmm, she began to french kiss one hand with her mouth, the other suckling on a fat nipple.
The changes in her hands continued her human-like nails becoming sharp claws, going beyond claws, becoming huge curved spikes, her fingers thickening to support them. Her hands were little more then inarticulate paws.
The raptoress yowled as well as her arms began to change. Filling out becoming more and more muscular, far too muscular for normal arms to support, and then then began to stretch downward, her hands and fingers thickening, doubling in size. With a wet ripping sound, her arms divided, granting her four limbs where once were two. But the changes didn't stop there.
The upper arms continued to grow, the fingers fusing together, her bone structure twisting, the single massive claw that her hand had become continuing to grow, adding to her insectile look. Her upper arms were now very much like those of a mantis.
The silk had somehow held, keeping her lower arms bound, but not her upper pair. She pulled Rissa's hands to her breasts, placing her own claws on Rissa's tits. Neither could speak, they could only pant, moan, and yowl their pleasure.
Rissa's legs began to swell, filling out in the same way Kirisha's arms had, and with similar results as a they split into, not two pairs, but three! They continued to change and shift, becoming longer, but thinner, bending differently. Her six feet became more hand shaped, and like her hands, her nails became claws, then thick spikes. Six new mouths and the tongues within were soon put to work kissing and licking Kirisha's carapace.
The raptoress soon experienced a similar effect. As all her joints seemed to realign themselves, her legs began to pulse, growing much as her arms had, but adding in insectoid changes, becoming longer and thinner, more suited to a scuttling arachnoid rather then a bipedal raptoress. Her toes shifted, altering into a three part claw-like foot, sickle claws at the back of each of her four new feet.
Arachnoid limbs curled around one another as Rissa's belly began to swell, quickly becoming round, then inflating as if with pregnancy, and beyond, pushing her breasts upward. Her breasts began to follow suit, inflating to become huge, beach ball sized orbs topped with six inch long, two inch thick teats.
Kirisha's own body began to react much the same, her belly bloating not with pure roundness however, but instead in the four merged lobes of a massive belly-udder. Her breasts, however, began to expand in a similar fashion to Rissa's, and attained the same shape and size.
Rissa's scales soon shifted to match Kirisha, becoming a purple plated carapace, though it retained the shimmering metallic coloration of her scales. She howled as she felt Kirisha's tail changing, shifting inside of her.
The two began to moan, the changes nearly complete, and the fires of climax building to an explosive pressure within them. Both threw back their heads and howled, the sounds distorting from their shifting faces.
Rissa's began to fill out, losing bone structure in the front, becoming rounded. Her tongue erupted from her mouth, becoming a big, pink cock. Her lips shifted, her nose vanishing, as did her eyes. Her head dropped forward, and in a few moments was a third breast atop the other two, with a cocknipple erupting from a vagina in the center of it.
But the former back of her head broke away from the squishy mass, moving down between her shoulder blades. The smooth, blank area beneath her hair was quickly featureless no longer. A pair of antennae sprouted from her temples, a two rows of eyes, three to a side, appeared over a growth that pushed out into a reptilian muzzle, the lower jaw splitting into a pair of mandibles surrounding a long, tentacle like tongue that lashed in the air as she roared with climax.
Kirisha's neck began to lengthen, her lower jaw stretching as well, downward and outward. A pair of yellow eyes opened on the sides of her neck, the alteration of her lower jaw opened into a toothsome maw that began to extend forwards into a second head beneath her own, her lower jaw forming the top of a crocodillian cranium, both mouths roaring their pleasure.
The two strange sex creatures snuggled together, mistress and pet, in their bed, delighted with their new bodies, keenly interested in exploring them further. Just as soon as they caught their breath.
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Crystal walked down the somewhat noisy halls of the school, a bag filled with food under her arm. She nudged the door to the dorm open with her shoulder, stepping inside. The halls seemed to be quite empty, everybody appeared to already be either off campus, or cloistered inside their rooms already.
She set the bag down on the table in the middle of the room, and walked towards the room shared by the two scaled girls. She heard the pleasured moans before she was half way to the door, best to leave them be.
Ducking into her own room, Crystal sighed as the shower was STILL running. Plucking a towel from atop her dresser, the girl opened the door and walked right in, intent on pulling Elena out. "Now you're just being silly, Elena. You've been in the shower all day. I swear there's something wrong with you!" she chided.
"N-no! D-don't come in! I... I... AAAAAAH!" Elena moaned from behind the opaque curtain. Crystal paid her no heed, reaching in and turning off the water before tearing the shower curtain open.
Down in the bottom of the tub was Elena, her body twisted into something pink and inhuman. Her arms had split into a pair of thick, suckered tentacles. Her legs had fused into the solid mass of a tail, and her head had becoming like that of a shark, filled with sharp teeth. Her cock, a prehensile, tapering tentacle, slithered back and forth across her belly and breasts, her entire body covered with her seed. Her skin was a bright pink-purple, the color of a blush, or an engorged cock.
Crystal's eyes widened for a moment, then she simply reached down and with a groan of effort, lifted the aquatic-shaped girl from her place at the bottom of the tub. The merest touch caused Elena to moan loudly, her skin suddenly slick with a cum-like substance that seeped from her pores.
"Oohhh... mm... That feels sooo good, Crystal." she moaned, her tentacles caressing her skin. Her entire body had become, in effect, one massive sex organ.
"Glad you like it." Crystal said with a smile, carrying Elena into the living room and setting her on the couch. "Now, I brought lunch, but I think there's something else you'd like more, now isn't there?" the girl said.
Elena nodded, "Oh please, Crystal, please fuck me! I... I can't think of anything else, I just want to rub myself, stroke myself, make my whole body cum. I can't stop. I don't want to stop." the aquatic creature whimpered, tentacles stroking up and down her sides, curling around her cock, massaging her breasts.
The human girl smiled, pulling off her shirt and removing her panties, her cock already hard and dripping with pre. "Oh of course! I've been waiting all day to do this..." she said with a predatory grin as she sat down, straddling Elena's tail, her cock penetrating the slit that housed Elena's femsex, right below her massive, wriggling cock. The serpentine member slid around Crystal's leg, seeking to return the penetration.
"Huh? What do you... oooooh! Mean been waiting all day?" Elena asked, eyes wide.
Crystal just chuckled, "You'll find out soon enough." she teased, leaning down, filling the aqua-girl's mouth with her tongue, silencing her.
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Miss Wainright made her way quickly down the hall, glancing nervously behind her. Things had suddenly gone to hell in a handbasket. There was some sort of... transformation plague going around or something. It seemed to have affected a significant portion of the students and staff. Kelly had seen classrooms full of freakish, yet arousing, creatures that had once been normal girls, as well as dozens of unaffected girls, trapped and used to slake the lusts of their transformed classmates.
She turned the corner and eeped, a girl whose belly had bloated and swollen, and split into eight thick tentacles tipped with horse cocks, with another massive cock between heavily muscled horse hooved legs, plowing into another girl who's body seemed to be adapting to taking the huge cock, and the tentacles, a row of six vaginas appearing on her back to take the tentacles, another buried in her ass, and yet another entering her mouth.
She couldn't help herself, she was aroused by the sight. But she resisted the urge to join in. Kelly darted to the other side of the hall, giving the two girls a wide berth. She darted down the hall that lead to the dorms, rounding a corner into the stairwell, she tripped over another set of coupling transformees.
A girl that looked like a collection of snakes engaged in orally pleasuring some... thing with frog legs, and a two legged lizard without eyes. The frog and lizard thing turned towards here, breaking off their coupling with the living nest of snakes.
Miss Wainright screamed as she ran up the stairs, bursting into the hallway, making a mad dash towards her dorm, where she could lock the door. She could hear the creatures pursuing her. The frog was slow, but the lizard thing was almost on her heels. With a desperate cry she flung herself at the door of her dorm, finding it ajar. She went to slam the door, but she gasped in awe and horror at the sight within.
The girls were all gathered in the living room, and all but Crystal had changed. The remaining human sat naked in a chair, the others all gathered around her. Terri was nothing more then a bat winged head with a second lizard-like face on the other side, and a large cock where her neck used to be. Laying next to her on the couch was Misti Davis, the former beauty queen now looking like an octopus with a human face, her tongue a long tentacle, holding a spoon and feeding Terri's second face mashed potatoes.
Laying on the floor, recognizable only by her white fur and her purring was the giant, fat, caterpillar-like creature with breasts for limbs that Christa had become, her two mandibled heads nibbling on a biscuit held between their two mouths. Kirisha and Rissa were a pair of arachnoid monstrosities, Rissa a round bellied, bright purple spider, and Kirisha a cock-tailed scorpion.
Elena had become, fittingly, a completely aquatic looking creature with squid tentacles, a shark's head, and a dolphin's lower body and cock. Two of her tentacles held onto a sandwich, while the other two stroked her cock. Her entire body seemed to drip with cum.
The lizard and the frog thing pushed by her, taking up places by the couch, where Misti stroked them with her tentacles. Crystal looked up at her and smiled. "So, what do you think?" she asked, one hand lazily caressing her cock.
"What do I think of what?" Miss Wainright asked, confused.
"Why, my designs of course. Every single person in this school soon to be transformed into my creations, each a physical form designed for pleasure, to house and feed my little babies with their arousal and excitement. Now, no need to be afraid, come over her and kneel before your Queen." Crystal cooed.
Miss Wainright knew that she should run, but she couldn't help herself. She walked to Crystal and got on her knees, resting her head in the girl's lap. Something seemed to take over her body and make the movements without her permission, keeping her held there.
Crystal petted Miss Wainright's head, running her hands through the teacher's hair. "You see, I found something rather interesting on the class trip. She was a strange, beautiful creature created by a demon for a particular purpose. A beloved pet who got lost one day. I found her, and gave her a new home, inside of me. With the warmth and protection that my womb offered, she could release her spawn into me, and from me into all of you, each with instinctual knowledge of a form I imagined, able to give the gift of a beautiful body to anyone who ingests one."
Miss Wainright moaned as she felt her body begin to change. Everything felt funny. Her joints ached. All the while Crystal continued to explain what was going on. "Helping with food preparation made it soooo easy. All I needed to do was contaminate it with my seed. Such a naughty girl I was, jacking off into the spaghetti sauce."
Kelly cried out as her shoulders and hips popped, her arms and legs twisting into a new configuration. The 'normal' position for them had shifted, both her arms and legs straight out from the sides of her body, and bent at 90 degree angles. She fell back, held up by this strange new configuration.
She stared up with horror at Crystal, who just smiled down at her. "Mmm... now that everything is in place, I can finally let the worm merge with me, and change our shared body into something befitting my role as Queen." she said with a gasp. "Oooh... time to meet the wonderful creature that made all of this possible."
At that Crystal's cock began to pulsate, transforming, a segmented look to it. The coloration began to fade, becoming pure white. It began to lengthen, new segments appearing while the ones behind it fattened. Two and a half feet long and six inches in diameter, it curled and twisted, the last segments reaching the same six-inch thickness as the rest. A cluster of beady, pure black eyes appeared on the flattened cockhead, a pair of mandibles appearing, flanking the slit.
Crystal leaned down and kissed her worm-cock. "Hello, lovely. It's been so long since we've truly seen one another, now hasn't it?" The worm chittered softly in reply.
"Yes, of course. As you wish." Crystal said, placing both hands around her length, and began stroking up and down.
Miss Wainright moaned as her changes began anew. She watched, horrified, as her four breasts sank into her body, though there was a sudden presence of weight on her lower back. She twisted her head around to see, and found that her head twisted all the way around, and hand a much wider range of vision, as her neck lengthened and became able to move in a prehensile-like manner.
The breasts that had vanished from her chest appeared to have had reappeared on her back, only larger, stretching out the material of her shirt. They hung only inches from the ground. To her embarrassment her cock strained at the fabric of her pants, making an obvious tent for all to see.
She felt her face... melting. Eyes, nose, and mouth moving downward onto her featureless chest. Her head began to shrink, her hair falling out, her neck continuing to stretch. Miss Wainright was suddenly blind, deaf, mute, and without sense of smell. After a few moments of mental terror, there was light again, but no sound.
As she gazed upon what had once been her face, her eyes and mouth now a trio of vaginas centered around the clit that was once her nose, Miss Wainright recognized what she was becoming. Top to bottom, back to from. Head to tail. She was becoming the very creature that Crystal had been drawing in art class!
She knew her vision came from a single eyeball at the end of a narrow, flexible, whip-like tail. She also knew what else was coming. An expansion of her shoulders and biceps, taking on the rounded curve of buttocks, claws sprouting from her fingertips, her palms and fingers becoming longer, her thumbs becoming almost nonexistent. Her feet went the other way, claws sprouting, the main mass shortening, the toes elongating.
Sound returned to the world as she felt something stirring in her loins, trying to push it's way outward. The bulge made by her erection vanished, quickly replaced by one larger, something that lashed from side to side, trying to break free. Mmm... it felt so good. So much better then her cock had before. So good she didn't want to fight anymore.
Why would she want to fight? Queen Crystal was her mistress, and kind of her mother. She would take care of Kelly, pet her, play with her, make love to her. All the things a worm-morphed creature like her could ever want or hope for. Mmm... the scent of her own arousal, the sound of fabric being rubbed against, the feeling of the need to cum.
With a chittering growl, a worm-like head tore through the crotch of Miss Wainright's pants, the physical manifestation of the worm that had transformed her. Thick cum dribbled from its vertical mouth, small horns studding it in place of mandibles.
Crystal reached down and petted the head of the creature. "You look so cute, Kelly-pet." she whispered, pulling the worm-like head down to her worm-like cock. Kelly's head twice the size of the cock. Kelly's mouth opened, allowing the worm cock to slide in. The creature purred softly, it was time to be fed. Her single human eye half closed in pleasure as her mistress fuck-feed her.
The Queen was happy. Her human half now able to create physical manifestations of the beautiful creatures that filled her mind, and her worm half with a loving caretaker who would provide her spawn with homes to occupy. It was time to take on their own form, the one that both had spent so much time dreaming about one day being.
The color drained from Crystal's skin, leaving her flesh pure white. Hair, lips, nipples, nails, and eyes became a glistening black. Her body began to grow, growing larger, growing more muscular, growing more powerful. The smallest fingers and toes vanished from her hands and feet. The nails on her hands extended straight outward, tapering to needle-like points. Stingers for an insectoid queen.
Her toes shortened, becoming tipped with thick black claws. Her legs reformed with a series of pops, becoming digigrade, specifically like a raptor's. Crystal had always admired Kirisha's legs, and those beautiful, sexy sickle-claws. Claws that were now her own. Her breasts grew, attaining basketball sized. Her nipples grew wider, and then split, each one becoming three four-inch long teats, the black tips dripping with white milk.
Two more clusters of three teats appeared on her chest, the flesh beneath blossoming into a second pair of breasts, slightly smaller then the pair above. "Oh yes! Oh, it feels incredible!" Crystal moaned, her hands finding their way to her breasts, squeezing them, causing cascades of milk to trickle down her body.
Crystal moved to the floor, keeping her cock buried deep inside Kelly's throat, kneeling as she thrust into the warm, wet depths. The reason was soon made clear as a massive, muscular tail erupted from Crystal's backside. Her tail ended in three cock tentacles, surrounding a stretchy cunt that could admit nearly anything. Crystal had sacrificed her original femsex to make sure the worm stayed safe, unable to be removed without cutting into her. There was no longer any worry of that, as it no longer occupied just her womb, but her entire body.
A line of additional cock tentacles appeared on her back, running from the base of her tail, to the back of her head, each tipped with the cock and balls of a different animal, sized largest at the top, and smallest at the bottom. She had a cock to fill every cunt.
Horns grew on her head, a pair of bull's horns at the sides, and a second small pair of slightly pointy nubs at the temples. A feature very common to literary demons. Though she wasn't a true demon, she did have similar transformative abilities, though it took weeks for the larvae to mature to a point where it could make changes. Crystal wasn't complaining, however.
Her ears grew, taking on a triangular shape, then moving up to the sides of her head. Pretty kitty ears, then they split, giving Crystal four beautiful feline ears. She left her face alone, leaving it mostly unchanged. There were a very tiny tweaks in the shape, and the addition of fangs and a three foot long, four inch wide tongue were more internal features.
The next change took place on her back. Massive draconic wings, the membranes laced with veins in an insectoid design, erupted from her shoulder blades, allowing her to fulfill the dream of flight that Crystal had yearned to live out for so long, and that the worm missed without the presence of its creator.
With a snarl the Queen came, pumping Kelly's throat full of seed from her expanded melon sized balls. Pulling out, Crystal's transformation completed itself, he skin quickly covered in thick, soft, snow white fur. "Mmm..." she purred, "The real me is finally out for all to see."
All eyes were on her, all of them waiting for her word on what to do. Elena, Misti, Terri, Christa, Rissa, Kirisha, and Kelly, her friends, her lovers, her mates, her pets, her subjects, her children, all waiting to act on her word.
"Now that everybody's been fed," Crystal said with a grin, "I think it's time we go see how the others have progressed, and hopefully..."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the Series Finale ... of 'Luminous' ...
The wolf's teeth razed through her fur. Nip, nip ... nipping her.
The chipmunk, on her back, sinking into the sheets ... gave little chitter-huffs. Paws clutching to the fur on his back. Arms wrapped round his back.
Pyro slid his hips forward ... giving a whimper. Stopping. Swallowing ... nipping at her neck.
Dotna lolled her head to the side.
Pyro's paw fished for her own, and he brought it up ... to his muzzle. Where he sucked and chew-chewed on her fingers. On her paw. Gently. So gently. So that she felt the pressure, but ... so that it never, ever hurt. He would never, ever hurt her ...
They were in their bed in their housing unit. The central air system ... humming ... (but, as was the case ... not entirely working). The two furs going slow. Taking their sweet time. Loving the warm, warmer ... warmest ... touches. Caresses. Glances.
Oh, loving ...
... in the middle of this afternoon.
And the wolf could howl at climax ... without being ribbed for it. All the other furs were at the arboreal gymnastics competition. A bit deeper in the forest. The wolf and chipmunk, however, not being squirrels (or having a squirrel for a mate) ... and not being the type to be able to sit still (for such a thing) ... they had stayed behind.
They'd quickly found a way to pass the time.
Pyro drew a breath ... humped. Slowly, softly ... in a missionary position. His welling knot beginning to press to her. Slowly, slowly ... moving. Oh, such teasing! How it teased him ... to have to move this slow. But he had to lull her with the pleasure ... had to lead up to it. It was always a tad painful when the knot slipped in. After a few seconds, her body would adjust, and the pain would go away, but ...
" ... oh," Dotna sighed. Fur lightly matted with sweat. Fur brown and striped with darker colors of brown. Tail a brushy wire ... not as thin as a mouse's. Not as thick as a squirrel's. And her whiskers ...
... Pyro was licking at her whiskers. His tongue lapped at them. And it made her shiver. The whiskers meant for sensing the air. For sensing things. Sensing only his breath, his tongue, his ... presence. It made her feel all hazy.
The wolf started growling from the throat. It ... oh ... felt so good. So sensitive. So wet. So hot. And he couldn't hold back from humping harder, and ... as always (as happened every time), the knot slipped in as a result of his lost control.
"Uh!" was her yelped grunt.
And he put her paw and arm aside (her arm going back round his back), and he bit on her ear. Leaving slight indents ... with his teeth. Nothing permanent. They would fade in a few minutes. But, oh, he had a biting fetish, and ... as he growled from his throat, he moved away from her ear ... and began to nibble on her lips. Not with his teeth, no. Lips were too delicate for that. He nibbled with his own lips. Lips nibbling lips. Oh, sweet wetness ...
"Huh ... oh," the chipmunk breathed. As she strained. As she flushed. As she went limp.
They were tied, but the wolf ... wasn't done yet. It wasn't over yet. Tied ... so that his seed would be sure to enter her and STAY in her. Nature's way of making him a good breeder. But they weren't genetically able to have a child ... but they took great pleasure from the ability, all the same. The wolf had a sheath and a knot ...
... and the chipmunk had never been with a fur who'd had both those things. Or, really, either of them ... oh, to have found a mate like him. With his red, red eyes and his powerful nose, and his ... sense of humor. And his ... well, everything. To imagine he'd come from another universe! She was mated to (and making love with) a fur from an entirely different universe ... (and Dotna still not knowing, for Pyro had never told her ... that, IN that mirror universe, Pyro's mate had been none other than Assumpta ... but that was a different Assumpta than the one here ... but, still, Pyro had told neither femme about that part of his past ... hadn't even told Field ... ) ...
Pyro humped ... sensitive. Huffing. Hump ... the knot stretching her, keeping them stuck together, but not preventing the wet friction of flesh and muscle. Not preventing him from inching them both closer and closer to their reward ...
Dotna chittered. What a sound ... chitters! High-pitched and quick ... and squeaky ... and so soft. With a rat-a-tat-tat precision ... chitters ...
The wolf's tail wagged with a wish-a-wish-wish ... in the air above his rump. Quite pleased ... oh, quite pleased ...
"Oh ... oh ... "
Hump ... hump ...
"Hum ... um ... " Dotna's breaths became shorter, quicker. She was close. Close ...
... closer! The wolf so much closer. Whining in that wolf-like way. As he ferally rutted her (or tried to ... his humping was shortened by the knot). "Mm ... mmm ... mm!" Almost, almost ...
... there!
There.
"Ohhh ... ohh," was all Dotna could do. The sheets stuck to her furry, matted back. And her legs (spread ... with foot-paws digging into the backside of her mate's body) ... they tingled with the spasms emanating from the source. Her femininity in heated, waving spasms. In leaking spasms. Pleasure. Oh, pleasure ... oh, was that what this was? Or was this love ... acting like some kind of hallucinogenic drug? How did anything feel like this? Oh ... who knew, but ... who cared? It did, and ...
... the wolf growled with satisfaction. Nose flaring. Body going limp as he sowed with a twitch-twitch ... twitch. Spurting ... and little, little sounds escaped his throat. The cutest sounds.
Dotna, eyes closed, hugging him, breathed, breathed ... and was the first to speak. "Oh ... I, uh ... oh, Pyro," she said. Well, at least she'd TRIED to say something coherent. But ... best wait a few more minutes for coherency.
Pyro nuzzled and licked at her ... tongue on her neck, her cheeks ... panting hot, wet breaths.
"Oh," was her flowery exhale.
And Pyro breathed deeply, stopping his actions ... so he could simply lie on top of her. Hug her. Protectively. Possessively. In the wolf's own universe, he'd been prey ... in this universe, what was he? What was he becoming? He didn't know, and ... it didn't so much matter. As long as he grew ... with her. As long as he found out ... with her. Through her. As long as they grew together. Was that not a wish of all mates?
There was a pause ...
... and Pyro, angular ears cocked and swiveling, whispered, "Did you feel that?"
"Mm ... yeah," she squeaked out. "I felt it ... " A clutching hug.
"No, no ... heh ... " A toothy grin. "Yeah, no ... I mean ... there. There it is again."
"What?" She blinked. Still tied with him. Still sweaty and ... smelling of wolf-fur. And him smelling of her. Still basking in the glow of their yiff.
The wolf's red eyes (which were a bright color ... his eyes, she'd come to observe, were a different color red ... depending on his mood) ... his eyes darted. "The ground. The floor ... it's ... moving."
"What?" she asked again.
The wolf grunted, pulling back ... and huffing. Stuck. "Heh ... um ... "
A shy giggle. "Mm ... relax, darling. Come on ... " Her paws on his shoulder-blades. "Settle. Down, boy ... "
A toothy grin. "Mm ... think you can tame me?"
"Oh, I tamed you months ago," she assured ... with playful confidence.
"Well ... heh ... alright. You win," he said, settling back down. Laying with her. Nuzzling with her. As they breathed and nipped and kissed and ... mm ...
Until, eventually ... his knot began to loosen, and ...
" ... there it is again!" He grunted and ... with a pop! ... slipped out of her, wolf-hood dangling, wet and glistening (and retreating into its sheath). The wolf hopped into his shorts, and ... left the bedroom.
"Pyro," Dotna called, with a hint of worry in her voice. "What is it ... " She pulled on a long, plain t-shirt (which went down past her waist). She padded out of the bedroom. And saw Pyro at the front door, squinting, looking out ... into the grassy area in front of their housing unit.
"What?" Dotna whispered, coming up behind him. Standing on the tips of her foot-paws. Looking with him out of the window in the middle of the door.
"There's a ring of dirt around our ... house," Pyro whispered. "Well, half a ring ... and it's growing."
"I don't ... what ... "
"Like someone's digging a hole," he said, squinting, opening the door. Going outside.
Dotna followed. The furs were all at the gymnastics do, so ... no worry about being seen with only a shirt on. (And, Pyro's wolf-hood was still bulged enough to be seen through his shorts). And both furs, though curious, a bit nervous ... neither was scared. She was a security officer, and he came from a universe of darkness. They had both faced greater dangers than a ring of dirt ...
... but, all the same, Pyro got down to paws and knees, all fours ... his powerful nose (stronger than any nose on the Luminous crew) probing, probing. Pushing to the dirt. Sniff-sniff ...
"Anything?" Dotna asked, standing over him, looking around. And feeling a slight rustle-rustle in the ground beneath her foot-paws. A bit unsettling. Like giant worms were tunneling beneath them. "Pyro?"
A growl, and ... the wolf brought his paws up ... and smashed, punched them down on one of the dirt-piles. Flinging dirt away. Punching, digging with his claws (which weren't meant for digging).
Dotna was about to ask if she should get her phase pistol, but ... a beep. A beep-beep. Proximity alarm. Coming from her computer pad. All the furs had rigged their computer pads (very slim, very portable computers ... which were all tied into Luminous' main computer core) ... to alert them if the ship's sensors picked up anything, or ... and her pad was beeping. No one else was in the settlement, so ... she scurried back inside. Grabbing her pad. Eying the readuts.
While Pyro's paws penetrated the tunnel that was being dug beneath the dirt ... and grabbed fur! Squeezed! Causing a squeal ... and a squirm, but Pyro grabbed onto the warm, wriggling thing with BOTH paws, and growling, he pulled it up through the dirt ...
Dotna, a bit shell-shocked, padded back outside, swallowing. "Pyro," she whispered.
"I caught a mole!" Pyro said proudly, in pure wolf-like fashion. The wolf covered in dirt and soil. Fur already matted with sweat (and yiffy fluid). He was panting, panting ... and the mole (visibly shorter and stockier than the wolf) shivered, tucked into a protective ball ... big digger paws and feet ... exposed. It was whimpering blindly.
Dotna eyed the mole with curiosity, but said, looking back to her pad, "We're being hailed ... by a ship."
"A ship?"
"A furry ship," she whispered. "A prey ship."
Pyro tilted his head quizzically.
"They say they've come to take us home."
The senior staff (and their mates) ... came to be, two hours later, assembled in the conference room back on Luminous.
The windows in this room stretched along the entire wall. And showed the bright blue sky. Showed that inverted sea, and how, today, it had no islands (no clouds). And the grasses and grains, and ... the trees ... went for miles. Oh, redemption could be found ... just along the way. Just over there.
Wren, sitting at the head of the table, squirmed ... got out of his seat. He could never sit in chairs for very long. He went to the window, paused, and ... came back. Standing in front of the rest of them. Leaning forward, paws on the smooth, gray surface of the table. And he took a breath and explained, "He says his name is Advance ... Captain of the Solstice."
"Didn't know there WAS a Solstice," observed Rella.
"Well ... there is." A sigh. "Apparently, after we wiped out the bulk of the furry fleet ... and the predators sent us into exile ... well, the prey didn't like it. I don't know. Advance says that ... Admiral Silver was ousted nine months ago."
"Ousted?" asked Field.
"Poisoned," Wren elaborated. "No suspects. But ... the prey overthrew the Council. The Council was made up of ... ALL predators. The prey demanded to have equal representation. And they got it. Civil war was averted, and ... things are more stable."
"So ... "
"So, the Council's newly-appointed prey members ... took over construction of a new fleet. More Wabash-class ships," he said, of Luminous' ship-type. "And other varieties. I don't know ... don't know the details. I only talked to Advance for twenty minutes. But ... Adelaide was in the room with me. Out of view. She read his mind over the comm line." Wren looked to the pink-furred bat.
"He was telling the truth," Adelaide told everyone. "I mean ... he wasn't lying. He's a mouse. So ... it wasn't too hard for me to make a connection with his mind. But I evaded detection."
"So, why's the Solstice this far out?"
"Well, she's a new ship," Wren said ... " ... a deep-space exploration vessel. Like Luminous was intended to be," Wren said, voice trailing. Intended to be. Before everything had ... gotten swept away. But, thinking back ... and thinking now ... he wouldn't have had it any other way. Oh, swept away! A blessing ... it had led to so much. So much that wouldn't have happened otherwise. So many friendships and mate-ships and discoveries and lessons and ...
"Were they TRYING to find us?" Dotna asked.
"No," said Wren. "They stumbled upon us by accident. There are no furry ships this far out. They were mapping the system, and ... found us parked here. So, they hailed, and ... they want to bring us back into the fold. With the prey holding more sway in the government, and with the predators' licking their wounds from all their recent, stubborn defeats ... and with news that the Arctic foxes threw up a white flag at the snow rabbits ... the tide is changing. Our exile has been rescinded. Advance wishes to escort us home, and ... he assures we'll be greeted with parades and medals and ... bolster the confidence of all prey. He believes that our return will make the predators' realize our mettle. That we'll earn their respect and further ease tensions ... that we've been gone for so long that ... any lingering fury about us ... will have long dissolved."
There were eye-darts. There were blank gazes. Some staring at the table. Others fidgeting.
"I, uh ... I know this is our home. I mean, this ship is our home, but so is this planet ... we worked really hard to get here. We sacrificed a lot of ourselves to ... find and make a home for ourselves. We went through a lot," Wren said. "I know that ... and I can't ask any of you to leave here. I mean, Advance says one thing about going home, but ... by this point in time, I know all of us had given up ANY hope of going back. It was like ... dealing with a great loss. Our home, to us ... was dead. We grieved. We moved on. And ... to un-bury it and go back ... it wouldn't be the same. But ... it IS home. Our families are there. Our ... where we were born. Each of our species. Other furs. You know, it's ... I know the need for that is beating in our hearts."
There was silence.
Wren stood up a bit straighter. Whiskers twitching. Ears ... swiveling. His bushy tail flickered a bit, and he took a short breath. And sighed it out. "I was the first rodent captain, but I'm ... obviously no longer the only one, if Advance is any indication. So, I mean ... and Adelaide says he's telling the truth. So, I know it's safe to go back. But ... do we want to?" was his question.
"Wren," Field whispered, eyes watering ... unable to look at the squirrel ...
"Field," he responded ... sighing. Wishing he could hug the mouse. His friend. Oh, his friend ... the mouse welling up ... because he already knew Wren's personal decision. "I'm, uh ... " He looked to the others. "I'm going back." A weak shrug. "I mean, this is my ship. I'm her captain, and ... I love this ship. And ... they want her back in the fleet. I can go on missions again. Help my species again. Be a part of greater furry society again. Travel to worlds and ... it's what I've always wanted. To captain a ship and be in the stars, and ... you all know I've had the hardest time settling here. I've had the hardest time letting go. I ... they want me back. They want her," he said, of Luminous, "back. And I'm gonna go."
Rella whispered quietly, "I don't really need to say that ... I'm obviously going with you." She swallowed. Sitting next to her mate. Fishing for his paw. Squeezing it.
Wren nodded with ... gratefulness. Not that he'd doubted his mate would stick with him, but ... he hadn't wanted her to do it ... because she felt she HAD to. He wanted her to feel comfortable going back with him. And, from her quiet, supportive reaction ... she was. It made him feel better ...
"I guess ... you want our decisions, then?" Pyro asked. At a hush.
Wren nodded lightly. Squirrel tail flickering. "Yeah," he whispered back.
Quiet. Whisker-twitches ... tail-snakes ...
And Juneau, fumbling with her own tail, saying, "Um ... we're going, too. We'll go ... too," she said. Of her and Chester. "I tried. I've really tried. You know? To unplug myself ... but I can't. I'm an engineer. I wanna be on a star-ship." She looked to Chester.
The mouse nodded. "And if she's gonna be keeping this ship running ... I wanna be the one piloting it. Can't trust just any-fur, you know, to ... steer her." Whether the 'her' was Juneau or Luminous, it wasn't clear ... and though Chester loved nature, and had really begun to love it here ... his loyalty was to his mate. And he missed their little 'breaks' in the shuttle-bay. He missed ... having dinners in the mess hall. Missed that kind of life. That kind of regularity. That kind of routine ... that serving aboard a ship gave you. It ... it all didn't matter. He knew how badly she wanted to be doing her job again. And he supported her. And would go with her ...
More quiet.
"Well, uh ... " Denali was next. "You all know that I never really wanted to be the ship's doctor. I mean, Kody might've been a bit unhinged, but ... he's not the type I was ever gonna be good at truly replacing." A swallow. "Ketchy's ... gonna have a baby soon, and ... our baby. And ... I've seen what dangers lurk out there. And I know we'd be going home, and ... I mean, we would have the support of our home, the furry fleet, and ... we wouldn't be alone out there. I know that would make such a difference, but ... no, I can't. I can't go ... we can't," he said.
Ketchy nodded quietly. Saying, "We want to stay and settle. I love this place so much. And ... I'm one of those furs, you know, that ... I can't go back."
Wren nodded.
Ketchy squeezed Denali's paw ...
"I cannot go back, either," Assumpta declared. "Although the crew's banishment, the ship's exile ... is now rescinded ... my personal banishment from predatory society will never be revoked. Predators hold grudges. They tolerate things ... when they have to. But it doesn't mean they like them. The rift between predator and prey will never go away ... it is a natural dissonance. I am a fur ... caught between worlds. A predator who loves prey. Who wishes to be like prey. I have taken prey ... as my mate. I ... have been among you too long. To go back, I would ... it would bring things back to the surface that I do not wish to see again. I ... " A breath. "I do not wish to go."
"Neither do I," Azure whispered, joining his mate. "I mean, you all know that I had a ... wellff upbringing. But, here, life is humble, and ... there's something spiritual about that. I don't know. I just ... and I know the kind of pain Assumpta would be in if she went back home. And, to be honest, I would ... it would pain me, too. I mean, I feel my soul's become better ... by being here. I stay with my snow leopard. I love her."
Assumpta's eyes felt ... wetter. She blinked and ... stared at the table-top. She had never cried before in her life. She was not going to start now. Not in front of her friends.
But Field had no inhibitions about public crying, and ... the tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his paws, speaking in quiet, airy sniffs. "Mm ... um, I ... I ... " He squeezed his eyes shut. I'm so damn weak ... but he couldn't help it. The emotional mouse ... had no family. Had left home without a family. And then had lost his home, too. Had lost everything. And ... had found it all. Had found it all again. In Adelaide. In the other furs. His friends. In the ship. In Luminous. In ... their journey. He'd found it all again, and ... it was so much better than before. A sniffle. He opened his eyes, which were reddened ... which darted. He lowered them, saying, with a deep, stabilizing breath, "I feel ... like I'm losing a part of my heart. Each of you that goes," he said, briefly looking up. "You're taking a part of my heart with you ... " His whiskers quavered. And he raised his nose to the ceiling, breathing deep. Sniffling. Lowering his head and continuing, "Keep that part of my heart with you ... please. Don't lose it." A sniffle-sob ...
... resulting in Ketchy starting to cry, too.
Assumpta watched the emotional display with an empathetic gravity.
Adelaide wrapped a pink, winged arm around Field, pulling him to her. The mouse leaning, eyes closed. Sniffling. Going quiet. And the bat continued for him, "I think it's, uh ... " She was feeling his emotions. All of them. On top of her own. "I, uh ... there's no question that Field and I are staying. Our daughter, and ... no matter what Captain Advance says, things back home aren't rosy. You know, it's ... all those wounds? All those strains? They didn't heal when we were gone ... the bulk of the power just happened to shift to the prey ... but how long will it remain that way? How long before the predators get angry enough to wrest it back? I ... the tension, and ... my species was hunted to near-extinction. We're not endangered anymore, but ... I have no family I wanna go back to. Neither does Field. Too much pain, and ... but ... we have a family here. In each other. And our baby, and ... " She realized she was rambling. "Field and I are ... religious furs. Artistic furs. This unfettered nature is ... such a medicine. Such joy. I ... I almost lost him." Her voice broke. "And, back when our mission first started ... he almost lost me." Speaking of the time Luminous had been surprise-attacked by space pirates. "And ... " A sigh. "I feel like I have to justify this ... with everything I can think of, but ... we want to stay. We don't wanna go," she said, stopping.
Field, nose in her fur ... not caring that he looked so dependent and submissive (for, after all, he WAS) ... he was biting down on his tongue ... to keep himself from obsessively-compulsively apologizing to Wren for not wanting to stay with the ship ...
Adelaide soothed her mate with pleasant mental waves. Trying to calm his breathing ... until he'd stopped sniffling. Until he sat up, holding his own tail in his paws.
"Guess that leaves us," Pyro said ... breaking the resulting silence. And he looked to Dotna. "The rest of you, I guess," he said, looking to his friends, "have strong reasons for wanting to stay ... or strong reasons for wanting to go. But I don't think me and Dotna have a strong case for either. I mean ... but, you know, I'm not even FROM this universe. I was adopted by this crew." The wolf flushed with gratitude. "I, uh ... I owe you furs everything." Quickly glancing around the room. And eyes resting on Assumpta, and ... darting away. Resting more comfortably on Dotna. "I've been through a lot. We all have ... but I ... I need to live again. To rest. I don't know."
Dotna nodded. "We'll stay," she said, finishing for him.
Wren breathed, slipping back into his seat. Nodding. Looking tired. "Alright ... if this room is any indication, I'm betting ... a good two-thirds will stay behind. A third will go back." A breath. The sunlight coming through the window ... warming his back. His tail. And he sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment. Breathing. Feeling Rella's presence beside him. And he opened his eyes. "The settlement will still need a chain of command." He looked to Field. "Field, I'm ... giving you a field promotion to ... Captain."
Field sniffled, smiling at the squirrel's cheesy pun ... knowing Wren had worded it like that on purpose. To get him to smile.
"So, you'll be the equivalent of the furry governor, as it were. A Captain ... with no ship. But ... you WILL have all four of Luminous' shuttle-pods. We can get more when we get home. No doubt we'll be polished in Space-dock and retrofitted and everything. You can use the pods to explore the rest of the planet ... or go into orbit. To move things. To just ... for power. Whatever. You'll have your own little fleet of pods."
Field smiled shyly ... having stopped his crying. Nodded quietly. "Alright," he whispered.
"Adelaide, I'm promoting you to full Commander ... the rest of you ... mm ... I can't give promotions to EVERY-FUR ... heh ... mm ... but I think all of you trust Field and Adelaide, and ... I think the settlement would benefit from their leadership."
The furs nodded ...
... gave Field smiles ...
... agreeing.
Wren took a breath. Nodded. "Okay," he said, smiling a bit. "So ... what else ... " He considered for a moment. "I'll leave you spare food processors, all the technology you'll need to keep the housing units up and running ... and, no doubt, furry ships may start passing through this system now and then. Might check up on you. If they're starting to map this part of space, but ... all the same, I wouldn't expect much traffic. This is still really far from home ... but you can be our deep-space furry outpost. Solstice is going to dump a class-three satellite in orbit. It'll allow you to send sub-space signals back home ... so, you have a tether to us ... if you ever need help. It'll take anyone a while to get here, but ... I mean, you'll be heard ... just ... " The squirrel trailed.
"What about the moles?" Pyro asked. "I caught a mole," he told everyone.
"Oh, I talked to him," injected Rella. "They were afraid of us ... they wanted to dig hollows under the settlement. Cave some of the housing units in. They were hoping to scare us away, but ... I talked with him, and ... let him go. Told him about us, and ... why we were here. And ... so, you should be hearing more from the moles. They've agreed to make an official first contact," Rella said. "Looks like you'll have some allies. They might be able to help you get through the winter, when it comes," she said. "But they're very prey-like, so ... I mean, once you get over any communication problems, and ... should be okay ... "
"What about our housing unit?" Pyro asked. "It's on semi-solid ground now!"
"They've agreed to fix it," Rella said diplomatically. "But ... you sort of freaked that mole out, Pyro. You'll have to be really nice to them."
"I'm always nice!" the wolf defended, red eyes sparking.
Dotna hid her smile.
Wren was out of his chair again. He padded about. Stopped. Went to Rella's chair, standing behind it. Paws on her shoulders. He looked at his senior officers and their mates ... taking a breath. Saying, "I, uh ... I've come to find," he said quietly, "over the past year and a half ... that the destination is so, so important. It's what we work for. It's what we live for. The destination. But ... as cliched as it sounds, you really can't reach the destination without journeying. The journey MAKES the destination ... worthwhile. And this journey we've been on together ... it's ... when we all reach wherever it is we're going. When we all get to whatever it is we're wanting. When we're older, and looking back, or ... when we're in heaven," he said ... " ... I, uh ... " He swallowed. Breathed deeply through the nose. "When we reach our destination ... or destinations. When we reflect back on the journey of life, I believe ... that our journey together will ring clear. Will stay sharp in our memory. Will shape us for years to come. Wherever our futures take us, and no matter what happens to us ... we'll always have the journey." The squirrel smiled ... with apprehension. With sadness. With ... anticipation. And he reached forward, extending his furry, brown arm ... and his clawed squirrel paw ... putting it out on the tabletop.
Rella stood ... putting her paw on top of his.
The other furs quietly picked up on the cue, and ... soon, twelve furry arms, twelve paws ... in a pile. And twelve sets of eyes (in various emotional states). Wren closing his eyes and whispering, "May God bless this crew ... Luminous ... means 'bright or shining ... especially in the dark' ... " A shaky breath. And he forced his eyes opened. Made himself look at all of them from so short a distance. The warmth they were all giving off ... so comforting. So hard to break from. Paws still in a pile. Still all touching. "But it's my honest belief that, though the ship is named Luminous ... it wasn't the ship that shined most brightly. It was her crew. You furs ... " A sniffle, and ... though captains weren't supposed to cry, Wren did, anyway. Quietly. Swallowing. A sniffle. A weak smile. And he finished the prayer with, "May the Holy Spirit protect us ... may our Savior bring us home. Wherever our homes may be ... " A pained breath. A lump in his throat. "Amen."
"Amen," Field echoed weakly ...
... and the other furs nodded, and ... echoing it back ...
... and the paws retracting, and ... the furs filtering. Starting to chat.
Juneau asking Ketchy to take care of her gurgle-goo (which she felt needed to say on this planet, its home).
Pyro trying to explain his over-enthusiastic capture of the mole ...
Adelaide nuzzling Field (who'd suddenly found a name for the settlement: Eveningland ... for evening was the promise of rest and hope ... after a long, weary day).
Wren watching them all.
The sun still coming through the window. The middle of a day. Still time. Still hope.
Nightfall.
Luminous hadn't yet left ... she would lift off in the morning, and ... with Solstice at her side, would warp for the six-week journey back home (at maximum speed). That's how remote this planet was ... Luminous, in its nomadic flight ... had ended up this far out.
It was after midnight, and ... Adelaide's eyes blinked open. And her feelers went out. And her paws physically felt beside her. Field wasn't there. And ... she sensed he was in the sparse living room. On the couch. And she slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Field's shirts ... and padding, half-bare, to the bedroom door. It swished open for her, and she paused in the entryway ... blinking the sleep from her eyes.
The mouse was on the couch. Akira (seven-month old Akira) ... in his arms. The mouse patting her back and, eyes closed, whispering her a lullaby ...
Adelaide listened ... throwing up mental shields ... so that the mouse wouldn't detect her standing there, watching him. Afraid that, if he knew she was watching ... that he would be too embarrassed to keep singing. She wanted to hear him sing ...
"Wouldn't be the first time ... love made a fool of me," the mouse whispered, in quiet, quiet sing-song tone. Singing an old lullaby ... a mouse song. Adelaide had heard the tune before, but never the words.
"Wouldn't even care," Field continued, holding his daughter warmly in his arms. She'd been crying. Adelaide had been so tired, and ... Field was a lighter sleeper. He'd heard her, and ... had come out here. Had tried to rock her to sleep. And had begun to sing her lullabies. The soft sound of his voice ... " ... but now you're here to see," he whispered. "It comes as no surprise ... just leave the light on ... "
Adelaide breathed slowly, quietly. Angular, swept-back ears ... lulled ...
"What I wouldn't give," the mouse whispered to Akira, still singing in quiet tune, "if you could have it all. The sun that's goin' down ... the bed that breaks the fall ... the cradle and the bough." A breath. "So ... you can take comfort now." Another breath. And he put his lips to the mouse-bat's forehead. Kissed softly ... her soft, soft fur. "You can take comfort now," he promised her.
Adelaide's eyes watered. Her vision blurred.
"Sometimes, a heart can break ... and make its own relief." A tiny, soothing squeak. "The way a cold, dark night," he sang, "invites the fire thief. He wants to show us how ... " Gently rocking the baby. Gently. "So ... we can take comfort now. We can take," he promised, "comfort now." An exhale. "Just leave the light on," was the sung prayer. "Leave the light on," he asked of God. Repeating, a final time, "Leave the light on ... "
Adelaide's quiet sobs ... her mental shield failing.
And Field's sensitive, dishy ears swivelled. He looked up, blinking. "Adelaide," he whispered. Flushing.
"Field," she stuttered. Walking weakly toward him. Knees wobbling. She sank next to him on the couch. Leaning her head on his shoulder, the tears dripping. She sniffled, trying to stop. "Field," she said again ... not really knowing what she wanted to say. Just ... saying, "Field ... "
The mouse's own eyes watered. Her crying was going to be contagious ...
She breathed, breathed ... and sighed deeply, opening his blurry eyes. Stopping, and ... smiling ... " ... darling," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked. Akira was now asleep in his arms. So gentle, reflecting each of them ... born of each of them. A result of their love. And evidence of ... hope and life and ... renewal.
"For just ... being you. Just being here. Just ... " A breath. "For everything."
The mouse flushed, gently giving the baby to its mother ...
... Adelaide, beaming, took her. Sniffled. "Hey," she whispered, fingers brushing the baby's sleepy cheeks. "Hey," she cooed.
Field, sitting beside them, watched them ... the both of them. The two most important femmes in his life. The two most important souls in his life. "I love you," was his easy, breathy whisper. "Both of you ... I ... love you," he repeated.
Adelaide's pink, feminine eyes met his mousey blue-greys, and ... she leaned forward ... gently tilting. Gently kissing.
His eyes gently closing.
And they parted ... and leaned their heads on one another. Until Adelaide stood ... and put Akira back in her crib. And went back to the couch. Extending a paw to her still-sitting mate. "Come to bed?" was her loving, soft request.
A shy, warm nod. And he took her paw.
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When I'd first heard that my favorite actor, Ed Harris, was coming to my hometown to film a scene from Westworld, I'd pretty much thought of nothing else, only that a long-held dream of finally meeting him in person might be about to become reality.
I'd tried to get my best friend, Lexi, to come along as well, but she didn't share my enthusiasm for Ed. "He's old...and bald!" was her stock response. Sure, he's a good 30 years older than me, but that doesn't stop him from being hot! And plenty of bald men are hella sexy. Oh yes, I've loved Ed for a hell of a long time. It pretty much started over 20 years ago when I first watched a little-known movie on TV called Knightriders. Just watch the first five minutes of that and you'll see what I mean. What hair he lacks on his head he makes up for on his chest. Shit, the fantasies I've had about running my fingers through that chest hair! And don't get me started on Apollo 13...well damn!
A large crowd had gathered to watch filming take place. I heard that the crew were signing autographs and followed the crowd backstage. I wanted to go and ask Mr. Harris if he would sign something for me, but as usual, my crippling shyness prevented me from approaching him. I knew he was an incredibly intense sort of guy -- watching any of his well-known roles that became evident. Ed both scared and aroused me at the same time. I was content to watch him from a distance, as he stood, talked, laughed and mingled with the common folk of the town. He really took the time to meet people, which was so nice of him given that he'd just done a whole day's filming.
Slowly, the crowd began to thin out and the actors wandered off into small groups, signing autographs. I knew I should go and call for my ride home. It was getting late. Before I could leave, though, a shadow crossed over me and I glanced up in time to see a very familiar face smiling down at me, one brow raised slightly, "Are you waiting for an autograph?" he asked, with that silky, sexy voice of his. I could only blink and stare. He looked so handsome dressed in a white shirt and black slacks. His shirt was half unfastened, giving me a glimpse of that carpet of chest hair.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he teased, and touched my shoulder lightly, "Cat got your tongue?"
No, you have! I thought, feeling my face blossom into what I was sure looked like livid crimson blotches. Damn my fair complexion! "Um, no... I mean...sure...thank you!" Sure? Thank you? What the fuck, Katie? You sound...deranged! Ugh...
"I'm sorry," I said, as I handed him a 8 x 10" inch photo of him as Gene Kranz in Apollo 13, and watched as he held it to a nearby wall to scrawl his name across the front in black ink before handing it back to me, "I didn't mean to sound all...fangirlish..." I rolled my eyes at this and to my surprise, he laughed.
"Don't worry," he said, turning gracefully to wave at a group of people who were just leaving, "It happens more often than I'd like, actually." I'll bet! I thought. He was pretty much the star in several women's daily fantasies. Including, I thought with another blush, mine. I was watching him through the corner of my eye, not knowing what to say to him. I'd never been good at public speaking or talking with people in real life very well. Online I was the most talkative person you'd hope to meet. Social media was one thing. Real life completely another!
"Are you waiting for someone?" I heard him ask, and realized that we were suddenly nearly the only people left. Slowly, in groups or in twos, everyone had vanished. Save for a few people milling around a nearby trailer.
"Uhh...not really," I said, mumbling like a nervous little kid at their first day at school. He gave me a look with those intense blue eyes, "I know it's...a bit presumptuous of me, but I'm on the way to a little get-together," I blinked again and waited, not ready to believe what he was saying, "And," he went on, "Since you don't seem to have any plans...how would you feel about coming along with me?" How would I...? Was he serious? I could only nod before he reached across to take my hand.
"Sure!" I smiled, hoping I didn't appear too eager. After all, it wouldn't do for him to start thinking; "Oops, stalker material. Better ditch this one!" I followed him outside where his limo driver was waiting. A sudden rush of thoughts flooded my mind as to what the hell I was getting myself into here and was my name likely to end up on just about every gossip site from Gawker to the National Enquirer? Well that was a risk I was willing to take. I'd never been a girl who lived dangerously -- until now.
My town being the size it was, people pretty much kept to themselves. If a famous person showed up, most of the town members were polite enough to give him or her room to breathe. A few people gawped as we climbed into the car, and I saw one older woman hold up a smartphone before the door closed and the car began to inch forward.
Seated next to me upon the plush velvet upholstery, Ed appeared relaxed and at ease. It was a totally different Ed than I was used to seeing in interviews. He just seemed calmer right now than I'd ever seen him before. As if he was only free to truly be himself off-camera and out of the sight of the public. In fact, sensing my nervousness, he leaned over and began to tell me some of the most off-color dirty jokes I'd ever heard until I couldn't help but crack a smile and, covering my face with my hands, I erupted into giggles.
Ed didn't hold back on getting in a few digs at James Cameron, regarding The Abyss. "I thought discussing the A-word was off limits," I said, aware of the horrendous filming experience that movie had been and apparently he'd vowed never to talk about it. He made another quip about drowning and I couldn't contain myself.
"That's better," he said, once we'd stopped laughing, "We're not heading to a funeral. It's quite all right to laugh. Relax," he said, drawing one arm about my shoulder, "I won't bite you, you know!" Oh, that voice! How could he ask me to relax when he was doing things to me that even I couldn't explain. He asked my name then and I told him. Miracles of miracles not stumbling over my words! I had a really difficult time speaking out loud.
He drew away from me for a moment to look at me in the glow of the overhead light he'd switched on. I was wondering what he was looking at. "How old are you, exactly?" Oh, great. I was curious as to how long it would take before I was asked that question. The one question that everyone asks upon first meeting me. And, as usual, I couldn't help but give my standard response;
"Guess."
"Well, I am hoping for my sake you're over twentyne!" I smiled at this, and raised my eyebrows. "Twenty-five?" he ventured and I shook my head. People have mistaken me for sixteen before. Between sixteen to early twenties. I looked extremely young and, depending on my mood, could behave either extremely young or my own age.
"Okay, I give up," he said, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture, his blue eyes twinkling, "how old are you? And no lies! I know how you women are!"
"Okay, no lies," I agreed, "I'm thirtyne." "I don't believe you," he said, as I knew he would. No one ever believed me when I told them my real age. "Seriously?"
I nodded, "Seriously. I can show you my ID if you'd like..."
"No, no," he laughed, "That's not necessary. You're pretty lucky you know. When you're my age you'll look years younger!" Ed reached out to the seat in front of us and pressed a button. I watched with interest as a mini-bar opened up and he offered me something to drink. I smiled but was at a loss as to what to ask for. He seemed to sense my discomfort and told me not to worry.
I didn't ask him what he'd given me. I didn't ask a lot of things. It was enough to be here, so close to him, in the warmth of the car on this pleasant March evening. I could really care less if we made it to the destination or not. I only wanted this ride with him to never end. I drank a bit more and felt the heat rushing to my face again. Something that happened whenever I drank, and began to feel a little bit light-headed. Part of me worried that an irate Amy Madison would be waiting to thump me when the limo stopped. I usually avoided reading celebrity news, but had heard rumours that Ed and his wife had separated on amicable terms. They had been together a hell of a long time and I'd been genuinely surprised at the news.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but I found myself blinking at him, smiling, my drink held halfway finished in my hand. I wasn't drunk, just a bit buzzed. I think the alcohol's effect enabled me to lose much of my shyness. I would never had reached out to stroke his face. I thought he would move away from me, perhaps catch my wrist and place it back onto my lap.
To my utter shock, and I must say, excited pleasure, he smiled, asking me if that had eased my curiosity. Hardly, I thought, but shrugged, instead, starting to apologize for touching him without permission. It was rude of me, I knew. "And such a...fangirlish thing to do," he said, using my word from earlier, and it took me a moment to realize he was teasing me, "Right?" I nodded, and he took my glass. "Good, I just wanted to be sure."
"Sure?"
"That you can't say I got you inebriated before attempting to seduce you Katie," he said, catching me totally off guard. It was the last, although I can't say I'd never thought of it, thing I'd have expected him to say to me. The very last! I didn't know what to say to this announcement and started slightly as I felt his hand upon my lap, his fingers squeezing the flesh of my thigh through the thin, dark material of my favorite skirt. "You're very attractive..." he said, near my ear, his breath a whisper to tickle my skin. I knew I was passable, but I'd never have called myself very attractive.
But, if Ed Harris wanted to believe so, who was I to disagree? I heard my own soft moan as he drew me towards him and nibbled lightly at the side of my throat. All I could think was, "Wow...this is totally...random..." But, oh, my God. His tongue was tracing circles near my ear as his hand began to drift beneath my skirt, drawing the fabric upwards to expose the peaches and cream of my thighs. I tensed and wondered if we should be doing this. He began to whisper in my ear words that made no sense, but which left me weakened and, yes, aroused.
I couldn't stop myself any longer. With a whimper, I gave into my own desires. After all when was I going to get another chance? This could never happen again, I knew. I drew my arms upwards around his neck and he lifted his mouth from my throat to capture my own in a soft, tender kiss that became more frenzied in a matter of moments. I met his kiss, powerful and experienced, with my own, less experienced one. My tongue joined his in a timeless dance trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. I was panting by the time we drew apart, and my cheeks burning from either the drink or my growing feelings of sexual excitement. We looked at each other for a moment.
Just for a moment. Blue eyes to soft hazel. I reached out and clutched his shoulder. I couldn't seem to get enough of his mouth, tongue and the taste of the drink on his breath. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt and I wanted it out of the way. Feeling his own hands begin to carefully undo the buttons of my own raven-hued blouse, I groped at his white shirt until it was unfastened, and that glorious thick chest hair of his was mine to explore at last.
I wriggled out of my blouse and tossed it aside. "Come here..." he said, softly, huskily, and guided me onto his lap with a press of his hand against my side. I shivered as I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants, and felt myself begin to dampen in response. I leaned back a bit as he kneaded my full breasts with his hands, bending forward to slide his tongue across my nipples through the silky fabric of my bra. Reaching around, he unhooked it and it drooped from my body, allowing my breasts freedom. He began to suck and nibble upon first one and then the other, causing my pink-tipped nipples to grow rigid and soft, sweet sounds to escape from my throat.
As I ground my hips against his own, I felt his hands drawing my skirt up higher until his hands touched the bareness of my ass. I caught the surprised expression which flicked across his face as he lifted his head from my breasts and said, quickly, "Don't ask!" before he could.
Knowing that the driver couldn't see, nor hear us...or at least, I hoped that was the case...he moved me from his lap and eased me down upon the seat. Thank goodness the limo's seats were large. My legs parted as he settled himself between them, and I met his mouth with my own passionately, feverishly, my hands trying to be everywhere at once. He trailed a series of wild, nibbling kisses across my chest, paying homage to both of my breasts until they were aching from his attention, downwards to flutter across my stomach. I felt him brushing my thighs a moment before he removed me panties, parted my wetness with a finger and dipped the tip of his tongue between the folds of my womanhood. I cried out and bit my lip, throwing my head back against the seat as he swirled his tongue across my clitoris, sucking and biting gently.
"Oh God, Ed..."
I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly as I felt his tongue replace his fingers and he pressed it inside of my warmth. I writhed against him continued to taste me, sucking at my juices as I drew nearer to climaxing by the moment. Before I could come, however, he pulled away from me and, still stroking my sex tenderly with one hand, began to whisper within my ear all the silly little endearments women want to hear from a man. I felt myself clinch against the finger he'd pushed back inside of me, his other hand still stroking my clitoris, coaxing me to orgasm. I felt myself peaking and came with a sudden, body-shaking scream, trembling on my way back down, only to peak again as he had not stopped touching me; huskily telling me, over and over, that he wanted me to come again...and again...
I knew I wanted more. I needed more. I reached for him, groping for him until he laughed and seemed to take pity on me. He sat up a bit to undo his pants and I watched him pull his out his rock-hard dick. Every bit as impressive as I remembered -- ladies and gents if you've been lucky enough to see an old unedited VHS copy of Swing Shift, you'll know what I'm talking about. Ed reached between us while sucking on the side of my neck, to position himself at my entrance. Entering me slowly, I cringed a bit due to the fact that I knew he was large, but he was gentle, for which I was thankful.
"Are you all right?" Ed asked me, and I nodded, shivering, bucking my hips to meet his own before he relented, and with a groan, sunk his cock deep within my core. I convulsed around him, squeezing involuntarily as he began to be move inside of me, gently at first, and then faster, eagerly. As he pumped harder, he pressed my knees upwards to gain the deepest entry and I began to scream, cry and whimper all at the same time, my hands tugging at his shoulders, then clutching his face as I drew upwards to taste his mouth once more.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, slowing his pace as he turned from my mouth to dip his face into my hair near the side of my throat. I could hear his ragged breathing as I continued to meet his thrusts with my own. Biting down hard, suddenly, upon my neck, he sped up his thrusts and I felt him stiffen above me, his teeth digging into my skin as I felt him release his cum deep inside me.
As our mingled fluids seeped from my pussy, he breathed heavily against my ear and I slowly felt myself drifting back down to earth. I began aware of the limo slowing down and he sat up, reaching down to hand pick up my discarded bra. He handed it to me and I took it without comment. We dressed in silence, I used a few napkins from the mini-bar to clean up with.
"We seem to have arrived," I nodded, feeling the car's movement cease, and he said, "Ready?" Not in a million years, I thought, running my fingers through my hair. But I nodded, knowing I must look a sight with my eyes all wide and my cheeks all flushed.
"Don't forget this," he said grinning as he handed me the signed photo of himself from earlier.
I took it and he drew me from the limo, turning to greet someone rushing towards him with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Afterwards, I drifted away from him at the party, content to sit on the sidelines and watch, warmed by glow of the party, the drink I'd been offered upon arriving and the sheer magic of the evening. An evening that I knew, no matter how old I became, or how senile, would remain with me as my once in a lifetime encounter. | Meeting Ed Harris | [
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*Caution : story contains derogatory statements and eventual comeuppance- character's shortsighted mindsets do not reflect my own in any way*
John was a poster boy for masculinity, huge muscles, a bristly short beard and stash, he drove a sports car and was on the winning side in all his highschool and college sports teams. That however did not help him when it came to finding a job after all that was said and done so he was in a rather sour point in his life, as janitorial work was the best he could find at the moment. When it came to pushing mops he was considered as good as anyone else, or lower by some arrogant passerby's, and he was used to being above the general people- his ego wasn't having a good time. Occasionally he would try to flirt with women who came into his workplace as customers but was met with giggles at best- none would take the flirtations of a janitor seriously.
His inner anger and the unfair judgements of others toward him because of his job did not go unnoticed. A beautiful woman quietly observed him through the large front windows of the office before slipping in and approaching John. He sighed, assuming she was a customer just looking for direction. Her hair was golden curls and her eyes a dark ocean blue, and her bust stretched her collar low enough to reveal a line of cleavage. She started with some less than subtle flirtation right off the bat, and John immediately seemed to brighten up, and looked like he was undressing her with his eyes. After spending his break time speaking with her, he asked if she wanted to go out with him for coffee after his shift ended and she agreed before slipping back out of the store. With a smile and nod to herself she hurried off to prepare for later.
In the middle of the afternoon John headed out, hoping the woman would be there on time- the last thing he wanted to do was to wait around outside his job longer than absolutely necessary. Sure enough she was there right on time- it looked like she had just arrived. They went to a nearby coffee place and started talking. John wasted no time getting his complaints off his chest, going into a long winded rant on his job. The woman took it in with good humor, understanding it was frustrating for him. When she did cut in finally to ask him about himself other than his job, he switched over easily enough but she still could barely get a word in! She tried to break it up by jumping in when she had a similar story but he always reverted to his own.
After a seemingly very long time, he reached the end of his coffee and stories. "So, what sorta things you into? Besides buff guys, heh."
She smiled and rolled her eyes. "And some girls too. But, I like a lot of-"
"Woah, wait, your lesbo?"
She paused for a moment, needing to process his butting in. "Uh, bi I believe it's called, I do very much still like guys. I like a bit of everything~"
John slowly pushed himself back from the table. "Woah. Uhm...sorry but I don't think this will work out."
She was just bewildered and wondering if he was kidding. "Why, because I have occasionally slept with other women?"
"Well, yea, but I just don't work around you sort of people. There is a fag at my work always trying to talk to me. I just know he's trying to hit on me or something, its fucking gross. Sorry, you're hot and all, but...".
John shrugged and walked away leaving the woman where she was alone. She was completely stunned by what he had said. Her face got progressively more and more red as it sunk in. By the time the server arrived asking if she would like the tab she could only nod to avoid venting her emotions accidentally. Even with her mouth closed you could hear her teeth grinding. Not only did John leave her, he didn't even pay for his own coffee!
A black sheep boy appeared in the seat where John had been sitting. "See, this is what happens when you try to be nice to people, Arcane."
Her iris momentarily flashed a golden color in fury. "Now isn't a good time Occult."
"Mmm, it is for me, that was mildly amusing. I think I am going to go mess him up a bit now."
"He's mine!"
Occult was surprised but then his smile returned and grew wider than before. "Oh my, I fear for the person who actually pisses you off. This will be fun to watch."
Early the next day John was actually woken up before his alarm went off, which would normally be impossible. He opened his eyes slowly, not wanting to move never mind get ready for work, but when he seen a petite woman with huge breasts standing by his mirror his eyes opened wide quickly enough. She had platinum blonde hair to her shoulders and baby blue eyes. Her breasts were probably E cups and since the rest of her was so petite they looked ridiculously massive! Best of all she appeared to be wearing only a shirt that was too big for her- one of John's shirts, and her rack was so big the front was lifted far enough out that he could see her mound in its shade. Her hair was a bit messed up as if she had just woken up as well.
She smiled and winked at him when she seen he was awake, but John spoke up first. "Uh...hi? Uhm...who...are you again?"
"Damn baby, you really were drunk last night huh? Bet you aren't hung over though right? I told you that stuff prevented hangovers!" She seen he was only more confused by that. "You got smashed since work called you and said you had the next few days off paid because of some accident there. Then you met me and, well...he he he."
She walked seductively to the end of his bed and started to crawl up on top of him. By the time she put her hand down by his crotch there was already a stiff rod waiting for her to use. She got no resistance from him when she yanked back the sheets to see his dick swing up to point at her crotch. She dragged her mound along it and when the glans popped into the soft flesh just under her clit she rocked a bit causing it to roll on the underside of her clit before she pushed her hip forward and slid down the shaft, taking it fully in one stroke. She rocked her hips back and forth several times before she started to bounce on him, but when she came down she came down hard. She hit hard for being so small! He actually had to ask her to let up a bit, and she explained that it was her large breasts. She also explained that she was able to change their size at will, and by request reduced them to half their size! She kept a close watch on him while she rode him, falling forward so her small hands were on his chest and her now small pert breasts were a foot off his face. On all fours her long full strokes turned to short and quick ones and when she seen he was likely ready to blow she slid off. He groaned but she only smiled and stood up off the bed.
"Hey...where do you think you're going?"
She giggled. "Well, I can't ride it like that."
His eyes followed her pointing to his crotch to see himself soft again. He was still very horny and needed to get off, but was completely limp, and he couldn't figure out why. The girl slipped out of the room while John attempted to revive his boner but could not. He felt weird in his head as well and he could not put his finger on it. His thoughts were slow and fuzzy, and his whole body felt off- like his body and mind had become slightly detached from one another. He tossed his housecoat over his shoulders and wandered out to find her again. She was in the kitchen buttering some toast. John quickly explained that his erectile problem had never happened before. When the girl turned to him again she looked different, but it was subtle enough that he had a hard time figuring out just what it was. A careful eye would have noted the presence of an Adam's apple. He looked at John allowing him to see her chest was totally flat now, though the man's nipples were visible poking through the oversized shirt. John asked why 'she' shrank them away completely and the man just looked at him confused, lifting the front of the shirt enough to reveal his average length but very thick penis hanging below.
Though clearly male now, the person's voice remained unchanged. "You must have been really hammered last night. You...really thought I was a woman? But I thought you were only into other guys?"
"W-what?! I...oh god, what? I am not into guys at all!"
The man looked hurt. "But you sure seemed to have fun last night..."
John vaguely remembered rubbing and touching the night before and in retrospect it did seem like a very good time, but he had no idea his partner was another male! With his thoughts so muddled he couldn't tell those memories apart from dreams either though. The man got together his things, got dressed and left without many words after that, and while John did not actually tell him to leave he also did not stop him. John was not sure he should have let him go, he was terribly confused with a lot of things. The one thing he did know though is in spite of his lack of turgidity, he was still very pent up feeling and needed to get his mind off it, now that he no longer had a partner. Had those blurred memories of the night before really been him? The body matched, even though it was clearly a guy. He would have been disgusted at such thoughts before, but having actually felt it he was having a hard time harbouring such feelings now. Was he actually bi? With a nod to himself, he decided that since the balls were not touching it would be fine- he didn't know it was male anyway. He got dressed and left with no particular destination in mind, just hoping a walk in the cold air would help him get his mind out of the gutter.
While walking in the frozen air of late January he encountered Larry from his job! He waved at him and quickly dashed across the street without even thinking of looking either way when crossing. He struck up a conversation that was quite possibly the worst attempt at small talk ever, with some painfully terrible flirtations. Larry was just confused, John always avoided him or gave him dirty looks, and now he was all friendly? The first thing Larry did was ask him what he wanted, assuming John was in some sort of trouble and desperate enough to ask Larry. John very awkwardly, after rewording himself mid-sentence several times, asked Larry in a very roundabout way if he wanted to go out. Larry was never secretive of the fact he is gay so there was no mistaking what John meant by going out, but it was so out of the blue that he had to ask to be sure, and look around for hidden cameras. Not only was being asked out of the blue like that a long shot, but John was less than nice to him before. Larry did not need to think about it for long to turn him down, shaking his head at the strange attempt before hurriedly walking away. John admitted to himself that his proposal was badly delivered, but he didn't know how to hit on other guys! He was a bit surprised at himself, he did it sort of on reflex. He cursed under his breath at the embarrassment of being turned down so bluntly by Larry. Being gay, if anyone could help John figure things out it would presumably be him, and if it turned out he isn't bi and it was just a weird happening- he could dump him.
In that thought though he realized he failed to get his mind off of last night, and was still very horny. He was fortunate enough to spot on the way back to his apartment, the boy from earlier was standing in a bus stop looking rather bored in the shelter. John wondered why the guy was standing so seductively when no one else was around but when he really thought about it- the guy was standing normally. On one hand he was weirded out that he was making that sort of mistake about a guy, but on the other hand, he was pretty feminine so it did sort of make sense. He did feel a bit bad about how the guy had to leave, and wanted to get to the bottom of last night. Most importantly though he needed to be rid of the pent up feeling in his groin! He approached the guy no less awkwardly as he had Larry, and very offhandedly apologised for earlier. Even though it was the cheapest excuse of an apology, the guy smiled anyway. John lead him back inside and asked a lot of questions about the night before- the resulting answers sounded like lines from an over the top fan fiction. John shook his head, still confused and admitted he didn't know what to do from here. The man smiled at him and told him to just get comfortable and let him be the guide.
The man pushed him back into a laying position, climbing on top of him and unbuttoning John's shirt with his teeth while unzipping his pants with his hands. John let him lead completely, only moving enough to let him remove the clothing. The man gently kissed his chest, working his way down, gently playing with his balls. First John tried to imagine him as a woman but figured at this point it didn't really matter. He blushed when the man gave his dick a few tugs but it still defied logic and failed to erect. The man shrugged with a smile and said it was a good thing then, that a male's pleasure center was elsewhere then. John did not much care for that idea, but was desperate at this point and reluctantly rolled over onto his hands and knees. The guy smiled, grabbing his butt and admired his soon-to-be prize. He entered slow and steady, pulled back slow, and then thrust in hard. John's face went bright red as he unintentionally moaned out loud. He had never tried anal of any sort so this was his first time having his prostate targeted. The mans balls slapped loudly against John's, and John just closed his eyes and focussed on the feeling. It did not take long for John to reach his much needed climax but the other man took several more minutes, and by then John felt like another climax was slowly on its way.
Panting, the man fell back onto his butt and John sat down on his, half turning toward him before speaking up. "That was crazy. I had no idea I was...you know."
"Heh, well if you never experiment, how would you know?" His voice was deeper and manly now as well. John's voice was lighter now because he was still out of breath a bit.
"Are you...? You became a lot more buff."
The guy looked himself over, confused. "What? I am the same as I have always been. Besides, you have only known me a couple of days!"
"But you looked sort of...feminine before."
"Uh, sounds more like you than me man." The man pointed past him to the mirror on the back of the door.
John looked at his reflection and seen it was true! His thighs were big and round like his butt, his pubic hair was clean shaven now and his skin much more soft looking. His facial hair was gone too! He looked more like the way the guy did, and the guy looked more like John had. He was tremendously confused again. Did he really always look like this? How could his appearance change? He stood up and walked up to the mirror to examine himself closer- it definitely was him in the reflection. Looking over his new figure turned him on again. The man crept up behind him and gently caressed his hips from behind, admiring the reflection himself over John's shoulder.
With his chin resting on John's shoulder he whispered into his ear. "Looks like your boner is cured. Why don't we put it to use?"
John moaned unintentionally and agreed. The man lead him back to the bed and laid back on the end of it. John was hoping he would lay the other way but found himself enjoying the view of his somehow still hard cock. When John moved to enter him however, the man held him back with one of his feet, talking in a diminutive tone, telling him he would have to earn it. He gave a slight motion toward his own erection implying John would suck it. The idea seemed gross and not at all something he would be caught dead doing before but the cock was very good looking, and John was terribly curious what it would feel like in his mouth so his hesitation was short lived. He pursed his lips and pressed down on the stiff rod, pushing on its purpling head with his lips several times before popping it in, tugging back a bit when his lips fell just past the corona and onto the shaft. He slid slowly farther down, rolling his tongue over the urethral bulge. John could feel the man's heart beat through the pulsing of the veins along the shaft. He went far enough down that the hot round glans bumped the back of his throat each time down. John thought about pulling off just as the man was about to cum, but when it started to pulse more violently and the glans hardened to its stiffest he couldn't bring himself to release the shaft, but instead pressed his face as far down as it could go- feeling the guys balls nestled around his chin. Rather than spit, he reflexively moved his tongue around to taste the first jet of hot sticky love, and when he found out it didn't taste that bad at all, he swallowed it all. The man pulled out when he was done, still connected to John by a sticky strand of ejaculate but John licked it up and gave the head of his cock another few finishing licks for good measure.
The man smiled and nodded. "Good boy, now show me how gay you are. Stick it in me- willingly stick your dick in another man."
John had a distant thought that he shouldn't do this but couldn't think of any reasons why not, and he wanted to get off again. He brought his cock up from down low to get under the lazy hanging balls and pushed into the guys hot pucker. He reveled in the feeling of the guy's hot sack slap against his crotch and the now chubby cock bouncing around with each thrust. John eventually bent over him placing his hands on the bed so he could feel even more of the man pressing against him. Even without the cock and balls within his vision he still seen them in his head, the motion was hypnotic. When he came, he came so hard his vision turned white for a moment, then he seen stars before finally fading back to normal.
The guy chuckled warmly and said he needed to step out for a moment, and went out onto the apartment balcony. John lay there on the end of the bed trying to catch his breath. He felt odd, but couldn't get his mind off cock, he wanted to eat more cum! When the guy came back in a few minutes later it was in the form of the girl John had seen back at his job! He was waiting on his knees on the foot of the bed like a loyal dog waiting for dick, but confused at the appearance of the woman who entered.
"H-hey, why did you step out?! Why are you a woman? Turn back, I want more!"
She raised a single brow. "Uh, I stepped out to smoke a fag, and what do you mean why am I a woman? I have always been..." She smiled, thinking he must be joking.
"You were...a guy?"
"Uh, damn you must have been real drunk. I didn't think you were...one of those bi people."
"Huh? I am...I am not bi, I am gay! Be a guy again, this isn't funny!"
"Woah, OK well, I am a woman, and, now I am a woman leaving. Have fun with whatever weirdo fantasies you want by yourself, fag." She was quick to leave, and slammed the door behind her.
John's eyes glazed over and his heart ached. Why did she say those mean things? What happened to the buff hunk he was with only a few minutes earlier!? Larry turned him down earlier as well- where was he going to get dick now? He wanted more! To fill his hands, mouth, butt- to rub his own shaft against another, he wanted to be buried in dick! Suddenly he let out a long moan as a strange feeling came over him. His whole body felt tight, inside and out, and his penis felt...hungry? He was terribly dizzy and fell to all fours, but not before noticing he was actually getting shorter. His skin seemed to tighten and become even more smooth, and all the inward pressure on the rest of his body reversed onto his chest. The result was immediate- his nipples became bright pink and stick out more erect than ever before and circles of fat formed under them, his lost mass finding a new home as fat on his chest. They grew so quickly they obscured his vision of his penis and balls shrinking and pulling up into his body. The 'hungry' sensation in his genitals became too much and he reached back to press his hand onto them only to find an actual opening to stick his fingers into where the indent between balls was. His actual balls had retreated into him and his scrotal flesh pinkened and fused to either side into plump labia. Foreskin became the hood as his glans became a clit and his shaft inverted to form the muscle ribbing of the vaginal passage as he became a she. It was only when she sat up to examine herself better that the sheer weight of the huge breasts made themselves apparent, and she noticed her now much, much longer blonde hair. She had been turned completely into a woman? But wasn't she always a woman? She had a hard time remembering, but she did know she needed to find some thick man meat!
Arcane took her hand off the other side of John's door once she was done. Occult just shook his head at her from the other side of the hall. "Aww, so close."
Arcane cocked a brow at him. "What's that supposed to mean, sheep boy? I gave him all he had coming to him."
Occult shrugged. "Maybe, but you folded at the end. He was figuratively boned at the end if you left him male because the only gay male he knew already brushed him off like the flake he is. You made him female, now with those party-sized fun bags he can pick up whoever."
"Yes, and her unquenchable hormones will make sure she does, and I have made her abnormally fertile."
"Oh..." Occult let that sink in a moment. "Oh my, that is evil. Sometimes I forget you were the one who taught me this stuff." | null | [] | {
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Text: Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface. That was part of the thrill. Free diving on the world stage was daring, dangerous, exciting. Risky. Nine hours in a steel box with only a bare cot and a jumble of spare tanks and fins for company was none of those things.
Still, she had to smile a little. When her sponsors had trotted her out in that revolutionary new wetsuit, they were all about slogans and safety margins, cutting-edge science and national pride. A girl could survive a meteor strike wearing it, they'd said, and Fleur had to believe them. The tight weave seemed practically bulletproof. And thought it left her movement unimpeded, some thing or other about the way it squeezed her body was supposed to make the bends a thing of the past. Naturally, then, she accepted it, not as some boring safety measure, but rather as a sleek red license to push the limit flatteringly trimmed in blue and white. And push it she had. She liked to think she really could have snatched that record right back from her stupid, smug competitor – Natali's face swam before her, the bane of her competitive career, the stupid smug look she gave as the press swarmed around to play up the rivalry – if her ascent balloon hadn't torn open 180 meters beneath the surface. She'd made it up on emergency air without dying horribly, though, which was a miracle in itself, even if it meant almost half a day lounging about and waiting for the tortuously slow decompression cycle to finish. Just in case, of course, they told her as they sealed the door between them.
She lay back on the cot, closed her eyes and sighed again. She dreamed of tomorrow's cool, blue depths. Imagined herself sliding into the light-starved abyss, leaving Natali floating jealous in her wake. She cracked an eye suddenly open, looked around – had something moved? Probably, she decided, looking pointedly at the pile of equipment she was pretty sure went against one code or another. And on the subject of legalities, was there even anyone else still on the boat? The captain himself would be out on shore by now, unless that one night had been a particularly lurid dream. Not that she really cared about rules and regulations. She sighed again, a lungful that would fill a phone booth at normal pressure, and flicked her eyes over to the nearest gauge out of habit. Not a hair under twelve atmospheres. No surprise there. But - was it her imagination, or had it actually inched backwards since she last gave it a glance?
No, she thought, that was just the boredom speaking. She felt like a student again, sitting in school and swearing they'd invented clocks that jumped back five minutes whenever you looked away. She closed her eyes again and she heard another movement, except this time it was loud enough to recognize a faint, echoing quality that meant it wasn't coming from inside the chamber. Another glace at the gauge, and – twelve and a quarter? She sat up, legs hanging off the cot. "Is someone there?"
No answer but another muffled clink. "Who-" she paused, closed her mouth and listened. Something that wasn't a tap or a clank. So quiet she felt it more than heard it, but it picked gradually up. When she could hear it properly she recognized it easily as the slow, subtle hiss of rushing air. She stood and walked over to the equipment in the corner, but none of it seemed to be leaking. The dial on the wall was pointing to thirteen now. That was too much. Way too much. A leaking scuba tank couldn't do that. Her pulse picked up as she called out again, but the only response was a freshening hiss. There was no doubt now, the chamber was refilling, taking in air until it was back up to where it had all started. Had the cycle somehow reset? She checked the panel of buttons and levers on the wall, but she didn't know quite where to start. She wasn't a techie. She was a rising star, the diving prodigy, the Blonde Beauty, the French Mermaid. All she could really tell was that the needles on the pressure gauges were moving backwards, and that they weren't moving slowly. Fourteen atmospheres, they showed, then fifteen, then seventeen. That was... she recalled the simple conversions she'd learned. Diving ten meters was equivalent to adding one atmosphere. One atmosphere worked out to about fifteen PSI. She watched the needle push past eighteen and keep on moving. That was 180 meters, right? That's where it had started, where it should have stopped. But the needles kept on moving. Nineteen, twenty atmospheres. She looked down at herself, slid a trembling hand down the front of her wetsuit. That meant 300 PSI inside the chamber. Inside her. She could blow a Macy's parade attraction up like a party balloon with all the air inside her body. Half the gauges were maxed out now, the rest well on their way. There had to be some malfunction. She traced her fingers around the knobs, over various buttons and half-legible labels, but before she could work up the courage to touch anything, a deafening silence fell over the chamber and with it, a palpable sense of relief. Someone was getting a talking to once she got out, but-
Squeeeaak.
She turned to the door and then quickly back down to the panel, where a bright red light winked on and off above a label that sent her heart pounding: Manual Vent Engaged. "Wait! Stop!" she shouted, running to the door, but it was already too late. From the corners of the chamber came a violent hissing, and in moments she could feel the pent-up pressure billowing up inside her as the atmospheric pressure dropped. She gulped it down, but didn't dare to try shouting again lest the blast of escaping air rip her lungs to shreds. Her cheeks reddened and her chest heaved. A familiar pounding rose in the back of her throat, the throbbing sensation of holding in your breath when you desperately wanted to breathe. The sensation began to spread, pulsing in her chest, leaking out to fill her whole body. The rush of venting air grew louder, it wasn't enough to drown out her panicked whimpering.
How much more was there to go? She couldn't tell. Her legs didn't seem to want to work. She pressed her hands to her stomach, squeezed her arms against the balloon that seemed to fill inside her. How many atmospheres was the suit rated for, again? Up and down her body it squeezed her, growing tighter, ever tighter. The material beneath her fingers seemed stretched, taut and smooth and... round? She pulled her arms away and looked down. What she saw made her eyes go wide – but not nearly as wide as the rest of her. Her breasts pushed out before her like two slick, red watermelons, her stomach a graceful curve between them. Even as she stared she could feel the suit tightening, hear the hollow gurgle inside herself, watch the watermelons ripening. Her initial impression had been wrong, she realized; there was no balloon inside her. She was the balloon.
Larger and larger she grew as the densely-packed atmosphere drained away, causing the air trapped inside her to bubble up like uncorked champagne. Her cheeks were near-spherical, belly like a bright red exercise ball. She stumbled, threw her arms stiffly out in a bid to stay upright, but her legs were sluggish, her balance disrupted by her newfound girth and the steady rocking of the boat. She took a clumsy step back and lost her footing. As she impacted the hard metal floor she felt her whole body thrum with a noted like a bass drum.
She bounced once, still vibrating, and came to rest on her back. She stared up at the drab ceiling, watched from the corner of her eye as her stomach made a concerted bid to reach it. She waved her limbs uselessly, but she knew she couldn't move, couldn't sit up, couldn't lift herself to reach the panel on the wall to stop the evacuating air.
There seemed to be no end to the air blossoming up inside her. She was filling out like a life raft, every two atmospheres' difference pumping her body tight as a car tire. Her ballooning thighs pushed slowly apart, swollen arms spreading out like smooth red sausages, her entire frame blowing up until she seemed to fill half the chamber. It felt as if she'd swallowed a whale. Her wetsuit stretched ominously, staccato snaps filling the air. Her limbs didn't seem to want to move. Any moment now the stitching would give way, the wrong seam would fail. A single rip, that was all it would take, and then the suit would tear away and the building pressure would blow up her naked body like a bomb. She closed her eyes, felt sweat running down her temples, a throb in her chest...
Squeeeaak.
The door to the chamber gave a metallic clank and swung slowly open, venting the last bit of pressure with a hiss. She looked over her spherical belly, which groaned at the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure, and her eyes met a sight straight out of her nightmares.
"You just don't know when to let go, do you?" Natali purred and smiled, tossing her velvet hair, letting it fall back over olive-skinned shoulders and frame her rosy cheeks. "Two... accidents in one day. What's a girl to do under all that pressure?"
Fleur gave a little squeak, tried to scuttle backwards, but she only wobbled pitifully. Natali gave a loud, short laugh in response. One word played over in Fleur's mind, that one exquisitely emphasized word, underlining the sudden revelation that there had been no unplanned malfunctions after all. Dread filled her like hissing air as Natali sauntered forward, a tight yellow-and-green bikini clinging to the athletic body that was cresting the horizon of Fleur's enormous stomach.
"But then again," Natali continued, tracing a finger around the diving knife still strapped to one leg, "Isn't pushing limits half the fun?"
She walked across the chamber, moving closer until Fleur lay entirely in her shadow. In one smooth motion she slid forward, mounting Fleur's swollen stomach like a rodeo rider, naked thighs spread wide. Fleur whimpered, cheeks burning red as the new weight squeezed her overfull body. Natali grinned mischievously at her discomfort, squeezing her legs, sending a pulse of pressure through Fleur that seemed as if it might push her over the edge. Laughing again, Natali drew her knife and lowered it like a pin towards Fleur's balloon belly.
No no no pleaded Fleur silently, but she was completely at her rival's mercy. She watched the point of the knife inch closer – she closed her eyes, waiting for the worst – several long seconds passed. She opened her eyes again to see it skim a hairsbreadth from the taut red fabric, wandering out over the vast expanse of her body, exploring the trim of her suit, poking ever so gently at the seams.
"But I forget my manners," Natali said suddenly, slipping the knife back in its sheath, flashing a smile that only increased Fleur's distress. "I never said hello, did I?"
She leaned in, prostrating herself over Fleur's voluminous frame, propping herself up on hands pressed against firm watermelon breasts. Closer still she lowered her face until only her gripping legs kept her from sliding forward off the slope of Fleur's stomach.
"Bonjour," she said when their noses nearly touched and kissed Fleur softly on each cheek. She grinned mischievously, staring triumphant into pleading eyes inches from her own. "Et au rev-"
With strength of desperation Fleur struck, adrenaline fueling her swollen arms as she brought them up and wrapped tightly around the back of Natali's head. Natali jerked away, trying to push herself free, but Fleur held on, squeezing ever harder, drawing her closer until she could nearly feel the soft touch of lips against her face. With a final heave she pulled Natali in and covered her lips with her own.
She blew.
The rush of air that blasted forth was so massive, so rapid, that she feared for a moment that her throat might tear. Her wetsuit squeezed like a giant hand, forcing the air out of her body, and Natali was the squealing, helpless receptacle for every last bit of it. Even as Fleur paused to gather herself for another heaving exhalation the balance of pressure worked to correct itself, gushing down Natali's throat like a firehose. Natali was nothing more than an expanse of swelling olive skin, whimpering and groaning and puffing out so rapidly it was a wonder she didn't simply burst then and there.
Fleur continued her assault with vigor. Her wetsuit still stretched drum-tight against her enormous girth, but it no longer creaked and crackled and threatened to give way at any moment. She reveled in the sensation of her own deflation, but even more satisfying was the feeling of Natali's belly ballooning out against hers, the short, loud rip that sounded as the knife burst off her swollen thigh. A fire burned in Fleur's chest, kindled by fear and humiliation, whipped into a blaze by the desire for vengeance, the feeling of power. All but one thought was lost to her as she filled her flailing rival until her belly swelled out round as her own. One goal: she was going to pump every last bit of air into Natali that she could handle, and then keep on going.
Natali's bulk was enormous now, pressing down on Fleur like a small whale. Fleur's limbs were loosening as the air left her body, limbering up, regaining their strength and flexibility. Without warning she broke the kiss and heaved upwards, forcing Natali off of her before she became too difficult to move. They rolled over another, jockeying for position, but Natali's pressure-stiffened arms and legs were no match for Fleur's returned mobility. They skidded over the smooth floor, scattering piles of equipment like two enormous bowling balls, finally coming to rest against a cold metal wall. Natali was propped half-upright, Fleur leaning in on top of her. Fleur smiled, touching Natali's cheek as she tried to turn away, met her panicked eyes as she locked lips and resumed her inflation.
The air flowed less violently between them now, but Fleur's fervor was undiminished. Relentlessly she squeezed her body, pouring all her hatred, all her fear and anger, right down her rival's throat. Natali squeaked pitifully, but it was worse than useless. Fleur pressed on despite the feeble protest, strengthened in spite of it, extracting twisted satisfaction from every inch her rival swelled beneath her.
Soon Fleur was nearly back to normal size, but still she squeezed with all her might, working herself like a pump. Slowly the last few breaths came, Fleur now fighting uphill against the pressure, feeling Natali's taut, creaking skin rising in response until she was swollen, immobile, as tight and round as Fleur had ever been, her cheeks bulging like oranges and her arms and legs spread out comically.
When Fleur could force no more past her rival's lips she slid smoothly back onto the floor, standing before Natali's spherical frame and scanning her up and down with a satisfied smile. The pressure inside them was finally equal, though it seemed strange to think it; Natali resembled little more than an olive-skinned beach ball while Fleur, wrapped in the grip of her space-age wetsuit, simply looked a bit curvy. She slid a hand appraisingly down her front. Enough air inside her to burst someone like a tick under normal pressure. Well - she flicked Natali's belly, producing a panicked squeal and a sharp, reverberating note - almost. She looked down as something cold and heavy rolled against her ankle – a spare tank of air knocked over by their struggle. Well, she thought, she knew how to fix that.
Picking the tank up in one hand, she grabbed the hose with the other and set it all upright before Natali with a little metal clank. The valve squeaked open easily in her grasp and the hose jumped in her hand, hissing over Natali's protests as Fleur flashed a wicked grin.
Natali's eyes widened, her eyebrows a pleading arch. She shook her head desperately, managed a pitiful "Hmm-mmn! Mmmn-mm!" Fleur leaned forward, toying with the hose, shooting a jet of air over Natali's cheeks, blowing back her hair. Still grinning, she met her distended rival's eyes and then pushed the end of the hose between her own lips.
Fleur felt her chest rise again, cheeks bulging at the blast of pressure, but she bit down hard, riding out the initial shock until she was groaning not with fear or discomfort but with gleeful anticipation. She closed her eyes, shutting out Natali's flailing limbs to concentrate on the air swirling inside her, on the feeling of her body pushing out against her suit. Her stomach rounded slowly out again as her internal pressure climbed, breasts plumping and thighs expanding. Seconds ticked by. After a short while she opened her eyes and looking down at herself, traced the curve of her belly with one hand. Enough air beneath her touch to pop someone like a cheap balloon. Definitely.
She turned shut the valve on the tank and let the hose drop from her mouth. One step forward and her plump form pressed into the sphere that was Natali. She leaned in, half-climbing onto her, watching her rising panic with relish. Giggling, she kissed her on each swollen cheek, and then with one last look at her desperate expression, she locked her rival in a kiss and blew once more.
Natali waved her sausage arms, kicked her balloon thighs, struggled with all her might, but Fleur hardly even noticed as she pumped one long breath down her rival's throat. Natali was helpless against her power, swollen to her quavering limit and forced even fuller. She trembled and throbbed with the exhalation, her very skin singing like overstretched rubber. Every inch of her stretched drum-tight, fighting to contain the blimpfull of air crammed inside her.
Fleur began to blow once more, and Natali knew she could hold no more. For a moment she teetered on the brink, body pulsing rhythmically, cheeks flushing crimson with the effort of fighting the straw she knew would break the camel's back, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. A little squeak sounded as the final puff entered her, and then an enormous, echoing bang.
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Text: Kamiko was a girl without any family or friends to speak of. She had silky long black hair tied into a long elegant ponytail and had a slightly muscular yet busty build. She was taken into custody at birth by a rice farmer and raised as one of his own children. His name was Yoshiyuki. He was a kind man who was never married, but he always took in orphans not only to have them work on the fields and help him, but just to feel the joy of raising young people into great adults. He had at least seven young girls working for him, ranging from the ages of 11 to 22. Kamiko was the oldest one. All of them were given food, drink, and a place to sleep, and they all adored Yoshiyuki as a father. Unfortunately tragedy struck on day where Yoshiyuki fell ill and died. His girls tried to nurse him back to health, but the disease was too powerful, even for a strong hardworking man like Yoshiyuki. All the girls were saddened by his death, but they tried to keep the rice fields running. Unfortunately the weather was bad during the rice harvesting season and the crops did not grow as expected. The failure of the crops grew so bad that the girls had no choice but to sell the rice fields. They managed to get adequate money since the man who bought the fields from them felt he could do something with them of good value, so the girls split up the money and went their own ways to find opportunity.
Kamiko had always been interested in martial arts. She tried to learn from strangers walking on the roads near the fields, and even tried to join a few dojos. Unfortunately the work on the farm prevented her from pursuing any form of martial arts. She was saddened by the death of good old Yoshiyuki, but she also knew she had an opportunity to finally do what she wanted to. She tried many dojos for various martial arts, but unfortunately many of them turned her down, many on the basis of her being a girl. Some that did accept girls were just too full to accept any more students. Angered by the sexism and limited opportunities she started traveling towards Nara, through a bamboo forest.
While shifting through the long sturdy trunks of bamboo, she came across an old abandoned shrine. It looked livable, and she needed a bit of rest before she got to Nara.
"I heard that there were some dojos taking women students in. I could hurry, but I don't to tire myself out. They might want me to do some exercises to prove myself to them and I don't want to disappoint them.", she thought. She lay down on the hard dusty floor within the large hall of the shrine and wrapped the blanket around herself that she carried with her. "Funny, this place looks somewhat well kept, despite being abandoned. Oh well, it must have been deserted recently.", she observed. Shortly thereafter she went to sleep.
When she woke up, she had quite a surprise waiting for her. A middle-aged woman was looking at her straight in the face as she woke up. She was wearing a white robe and red hakama. She sort of looked like a Shinto priestess, but her long jet black, long regally styled hair and somewhat fierce looks suggested otherwise.
"Wha, what!? Who are you?" Kamiko exclaimed.
The woman drew a katana out of a sheath within her robe and planted the tip neatly under her chin.
"Any wrong moves or words, and I'll plunge this blade through you. What are you doing here?"
"I, I..." Kamiko stuttered. Frightened that the crazy woman ronin could kill her in a heart beat.
"Look, just answer my questions and I won't hurt you..."
"Okay, I, I, I just came to rest for the night."
"What are you doing around this dojo?"
"D, D, Dojo!? This is a dojo!?"
"Yes, unofficially you could say. But it is of no importance to you."
"Actually, it, it is."
"What?" The elegant lady exclaimed.
"I'm going to Nara to look for a dojo to train at. I want to learn how to fight."
"Is that so? Pah! Good luck! You'll never find any openings there!"
"But, I heard they were taking women there!"
"Hmph! They have a bunch of chauvinist swine there! Just like anywhere else! I imagine you have been turned down many times, just for having breasts and a curvy figure!"
"Yes."
The woman drew back her sword.
"Well, you are not going to find many opportunities in Nara, if not anywhere else in the land. Maybe you should try your chances here."
"Here? What do you teach?"
"I teach a special martial art. One that only I know and practice, and nobody else knows it."
"R, really? How special is it?" Kamiko inquired.
"Oh it is a amazing art which I have devised. And it looks like I have found my first pupil."
"Is that so? Nobody else has taken your offer?"
"Well, I actually have had young girls much like you come by, who were eager to learn. But unfortunately they were not up to it. They did not like what it involved."
"Is it a tough art?"
"You could say that. But I have confidence that one you learn it and see its advantages, you can learn to like it and use its strengths to your advantage. Despite what it may do to you."
"I am willing to take on this challenge."
"Really? Hmmph! All the other girls said that, and they went back to their mommies, crying like babies."
"Well, what could make them hate this art so much?"
"How about I show you. Here, let me get something for you to put on."
The lady went into another room to fetch something. Kamiko just sat there on the hard wooden floor bewildered at what was going on. She was excited that this woman had an art to teach her, but she was unsure what it was.
The lady returned with a strange shiny blue garment. It looked rubbery and thin while dangling in her arms.
"Here, go into a room and put this on."
"These are clothes? They look strange."
"You need to wear them for what you're about to learn. The power of my technique is something that ordinary clothes cannot endure."
"Well, I might as well try it on. I hope they are not too embarrassing to wear."
"Nobody said that you had to be a fashion queen in order to be a kunoichi"
"Kunoichi? You going to make me a lady ninja?" Perkily remarked Kamiko.
"Yes, a 'type' of kunoichi. Now go and change!"
Kamiko went into a room on the far end of the dojo to change. After a few minutes she came out. She was wearing a dark blue skin-tight bodysuit that covered her entire body except for her head. It had a slight shiny luster and looked rubbery.
"My this is a strange garment. It sort of feels like rubber, like balloon rubber."
"Ah, that is the point! Now here comes the next step."
The lady took out a small round spherical pill the size of a penny.
"Swallow this please."
"You're not trying to poison me, are you!?
"For goodness sake, no! Quit worrying and just swallow it. You are not going to get poisoned!"
"Okay."
Kamiko looked at the pill with a suspicious look on her face, but she decided that it looked innocuous enough to eat so she popped it into her mouth and swallowed it whole.
"Very good"
A few moments passed, Kamiko did not feel any different.
"Is something supposed to happen?" She remarked
"It takes a minute, it should happen right around now." Replied the lady.
Kamiko suddenly grunted and twitched a bit. She felt this strange feeling in her stomach.
"You, you did poison me!"
"No I didn't! Those are the effects you should feel!"
"What, what is happening to me?" Cried the despaired Kamiko.
"Just relax." Replied the woman.
She noticed that the feeling in her stomach felt like a growing pressure, as if something was building up inside her. Sort of like how she would get gas from eating too many sweet beans.
"I'm filling up with something inside me! Is this power? Strength, what?"
"No, just gas."
"What!?"
Kamiko then noticed that her belly had started to distend, and the sound coming within was a slight hissing sound.
"I'm, blowing up like a balloon!"
"That is the point, yes."
"But why?"
Kamiko's stomach swelled to the size of a 7-month pregnant woman. Then the gas within started distributing to her arms and legs, causing them to swell up.
"Well, this is what my method of martial arts entails."
"Being a balloon!? Please stop! I feel like I'm going to pop soon!"
"You will not! Do not worry!"
Kamiko's body had already swelled to well-rounded proportions. Her arms and legs were about as thick as large logs and her midsection had already ballooned to the size of a large beach ball. Her breasts grew as well, being the size of basketballs perched upon her expanding belly, but they were beginning to be absorbed into her inflating body. Her hands and feet had puffed up too, and her cheeks started to look blown up as well.
"No! Noooo! I need help!"
Kamiko started to waddle around, her legs, arms, and butt-cheeks squeaking like taut latex balloons being rubbed together. She felt really embarrassed at her bloated appearance. Her appendages were being absorbed even further into her expanding girth, making it almost impossible to move. Even her bloated hands could hardly close normally.
"Quit panicking! The tight rubber suit you are wearing will keep you in one piece! It allows you to inflate like this!"
"But why!? Why must you inflate me like this?"
"This is the test! To see if you are ready for this!"
Kamiko then realized that no matter how horrific she might look being turned into a human balloon, she had to show this lady that she could handle it. She had not seen many opportunities with any of the major dojos she has visited, and this might be her only chance to learn something. No matter how weird it might be.
"I'll show you! I can handle being a balloon!"
"Well, show me then!"
Finally, Kamiko's expanding body finally absorbed her arms and legs to the point of them being totally useless. They were now just flipper-like appendages poking out from her sides, her feet did not even touch the ground anymore. Her mammoth round balloon of a bottom was the only thing that touched the ground. She could only slightly flap her bloated and squeaky arms up and down, with her puffy hands opened permanently. The lady admired how the once slim girl was taking her transmogrification into a large gaseous mass better than the other girls who stepped up to the challenge. Patches of pink blush appeared on poor Kamiko's puffed-up cheeks.
"Mmmmmmph! Cambt! Sbaeek!"
"No need to my balloon girl. You're doing fine for now."
Finally the hissing sound slowly stopped and Kamiko was now fully inflated. She was at least twelve feet wide and tall. She looked just like a round blue shiny balloon with four stubby protrusions that were once her legs and arms. Each hand and foot looked like mini-balloons inflated to one foot in diameter with five little round plump fingers or toes. Her cheeks were blown-up to about four inches in diameter each, and her breasts were just two large domes sitting on top of her large spherical body in front of her face. On her back you could see a short, slight crevice, her butt-cheeks were mostly absorbed into her spherical body, but a bit of her cleavage was still intact. The morning sunlight in the room made her have a slight shiny luster like a big heavy latex balloon.
"Ahhh, looks like you are full now my dear." The lady proudly confided.
Kamiko felt horrible, but she was willing to endure this humiliating treatment to reach her goal of being taught a fighting style.
"So, do you think you want to go on with this? And learn the mystical art of the Fuusenkunoichi?"
She thought a couple minutes, really wondering if she wanted to do this. Blow herself up like a child's balloon for her profession. But she could tell by the seriousness in the lady's eyes that there was some sort of strange fighting art in her method, and she was willing to find out.
"Mi shallbfb." She muffled out.
"Ahhh, looks like I've finally found a girl adventurous enough to learn what I have to teach! And I thought all girls these days were sissies! Ah hah hahh hah hah!"
"So, how sfhall I defrabte myselb?"
"How shall you deflate yourself? Well, that comes with what I'm about to teach you! But first you'll have to learn how use your inflated body to your advantage!
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HASANI: DEMON HUNTER
By: NAHUALMORPH
Warning: this story contains non-consensual sex between male characters, readers should be 18 or over. This is a story I made as a request for a good friend of mine, I hope you enjoy it.
"And now the news, another body has been discovered last night in the industrial sector of New York, this is the fifth this week, the local authorities have refused to make any comment, but our sources indicate that this victim shows the same signs, there are traces of sexual abuse and the victim's body appears drained of body fluids..." The vixen continued her report on the evening news, her voice filling the hotel room, Hasani wasn't paying attention to her, he was busy cleaning a crossbow. He got up and looked through the window, the big city had a nice amber colour, the sun would set soon. Hasani closed the window and walked towards his closet. He saw his reflection in the mirror, a heavy muscled 8 feet elephant returned his stare, he was wearing black pants and shirt. The elephant opened the closet door and pulled a large coat, he returned to the table and took his crossbow, he grabbed a long samurai sword and a dagger too and hid them under his coat, he turned the TV off and left the room. The industrial sector wasn't a friendly place even in daylight, now, completely covered by the shadows of the night, it seemed even worse. There were several abandoned factories and warehouses. Hasani was just outside one of these buildings, the elephant kneeled and ran his hand through the dirt in the floor. He could sense the demon's presence, it was near. He heard a scream in the distance. "So, R'jarr had found a new prey" He started running in the direction the scream had come from. Despite his huge frame, Hasani was very agile, he quickly identified the warehouse from which the scream had come, he took his crossbow in his hands and kicked the door open. There, next to a pile of boxes, was a kneeling, naked wolf, and behind the wolf was R'jarr. The demon had a huge muscled body just like Hasani, he had a long, board snout, pointed ears and three horns on his forehead, the demon's skin seemed to ooze some kind of slime. "So, we meet again" said R'jarr in a deep voice. Hasani didn't answered, he lifter his arm and fired a bolt hitting the demon in the shoulder, making him roar in pain. This seemed to pull the wolf out of the trance he was in. "Get out of here, now" said the elephant. The wolf quickly got up and ran out of the warehouse, not even bothering to search for his clothes, the demon pulled the bolt out of his body, the wound closed immediately. "I've been searching you for weeks" said Hasani "the price over your head is just too big to let you go" "Very well then, rogue hunter" said R'jarr "Come and earn your pay" The demon's fingers elongated and transformed into ten thick tentacles, the horns on his head transformed also. Hasani shoot again, this time the bolt was caught by one of the tentacles and snapped in two pieces, the elephant shoot several more bolts, with the same results, then dropped his crossbow and unsheathed his sword. Hasani made his move and attacked the demon. R'jarr was amazingly fast, he dodged each attack with ease. Then it was R'jarr's turn to attack, he used every tentacle as a whip and moved them all trying to hit Hasani, the elephant moved quickly too, dodging the attacks and blocking a few with his sword. The fight between the two titans had become a beautiful dance, each fighter seemed to know what the other would do. Finally, Hasani saw a chance, a gape in the flurry of tentacles, he took his dagger and thrown it into the opening, the demon roared again and fell to the ground, Hasani approached the demon and raised his sword. He had chased this demon for over three weeks all over the country, he wanted to enjoy this moment, but his over thrust coasted him a lot, before he could do anything, five tentacles wrapped around his face and another two took the sword from his hands, he felt a pressure around his legs and arms as the 10Ft long, strong, slimy tentacles wrapped around his body. Suddenly, his face is cleared and he can see again. He is totally immobile, he can't see R'jarr anywhere, but then the demon whispers to his ear. "Not even a rookie would have made that mistake hunter" R'jarr was standing behind Hasani "Now you will pay for it, and I'll have a feast on your body" Hasani knew what was next, R'jarr was a lust demon, he fed of the life force of people in the most unorthodox way, he fucks them to death. R'jarr used his tentacles to rip Hasani's clothes off, he lifted the elephant above his head and took a good look at him, the huge piece of flesh between the elephant's legs mad R'jarr change his mind, he olowered Hasani and whispered to his ear. "You know... it would be such a waste to kill you, , besides, I could use a sex slave with the stamina I'm sure you have." The demon gave Hsani's ear a lick and the elephant started struggling. "No! don't you fucking dare!" "In a few minutes you'll be begging for more" said R'jarr. R'jarr's tentacles moved so they were wrapped only around Hasani's wrists and ankles, the demon started licking all over Hasani's face, taking his time, licking between the ridges of Hasani's trunk, then his eyelids and cheeks, even his big tusks. The demon slowly licked lower, first the neck, then the broad, muscled chest. Hasani was doing his best to maintain control over his body, he knew R'jarr's saliva was a very potent aphrodisiac, but he was not ready for this, the first lick would make his skin extremely sensitive, and the next ones would sent jolts of pleasure directly to Hasani's brain. The demon was now licking Hasani's firm stomach. The elephant knew the only way to get out of this was to stay focused and not let lust overtook his body. R'jarr's tongue was now travelling all over Hasani's lower back, making him shudder with each lick. The demon smiled, he knew Hasani was tough, and he was enjoying breaking his will, he started licking Hasani's butt cheeks, roaming his tongue over the hyper sensitive skin over and over again. When he stopped, the elephant's body was shaking and he was panting heavily. "I'm impressed" said R'jarr "but we're not finished yet" "Shut the fuck up" growled Hasani "nothing of what you do can make me..." Hasani stopped when he felt the first lick across his puckered hole, it only took a second lick to make him loose it, his huge cock, which had been only semi erect all this time, immediately started twitching and growing, R'jarr gave another lick and Hasani moaned in pleasure, his cock was now completely hard and throbbing, it had reached 76.5 massive inches, R'jarr kept rimming Hasani's hole, nearly making him pass out due to sensory overload. He finally stopped and looked down at his own impressive demon cock, he too is rock hard and ready for the next step. He placed the engorged head of his cock right at the entrance of Hasani's anus. "Are you ready big boy?" Before Hasani could answer, R'jarr pressed and started to slowly insert his huge cock into the squirming elephant, trying to make Hasani feel every inch of his cock, until he was finally buried all the way in. the demon started to move slowly and used his free tentacles to rub all over Hasani's body, the elephant was now totally lost in pleasure, his cock is completely covered in precum. "Fuck you" he yells "you'll never have me, you'll never..." "Shut up already" said R'jarr and shoved one of his tentacles in Hasani's mouth "You're going to like it once my seed is in your body, you will be a total cock addict, you'll be my bitch, whenever I need a cum bucket, you'll just get on all fours and take my load, what does it feels? To know you'll spend the rest of your life as a whore?" The demon started to go faster, shoving his cock all the way into Hasani's hole, nearing his climax. What neither of them knew is that they were not alone, in the very rooftop of the building was another demon hunter, a big buff brachiosaur, he had been watching the entire time and was slowly jerking off, the moans and growls coming from the demon and the elephant only aroused him more, Just when he sees the demon starts taking Hasani harder, he decides its time to jump in, he stuffs his big cock into his pants with difficulty and takes his sword. In the exact moment the demon is about to cum, he jumps through a window, R'jarr tries to react, but it's too late, the brachiosaur's sword cuts the air and R'jarr's head. There was a blinding flash of light and the demon's body disappeared in the air. Hasani fell to the floor still covered in the demon's slime. He looked up and saw the brachio offering him a hand. "Thanks Tegene, that sure was a good timing" said Hasani taking the brachio's hand. "You didn't seemed to be in a hurry" teased Tegene. "Hey, you know how powerful lust demons are, but you do have a point, I could use some relief" said Hasani looking at his bouncing cock. "I could help you with that too" said Tegene "But..." "But what?" "I want more than just a quick fuck, so here it goes... I want you to be my slave" "What? Are you crazy?" "Come on, it will be only for a week, besides, the effects of the slime will last for days, you'll be horny for a long time and you'll need help with that, you know it" Hasani thought about it for a moment, Tegene was right, he looked between the brachio's legs, Tegene's pants could barely restrain the huge cock. "Okay" Hasani agreed "I'll do it" Tegene smiled and let his pants fell to the floor. Hasani's eyes widened when he saw the brachio's equipment, Tegene's cock was massive, dark grey and with bulging veins on its sides. Tegene held his cock in his hands. "How about some sucking before the real thing?" Hasani kneeled and took the throbbing organ in his hands, the elephant felt every inch of his body burning with desire, he opened his mouth and started sucking right away, coating the enormous shaft with his spit, With his hands, he started rubbing Tegene's balls and inner thighs, some of the demon's slime came in touch with Tegene's skin and the brachio felt its effects immediately. He lifted Hasani and made him turn over and bend, Hasani's hole was already stretched and lubed from the previous fucking with R'jarr. Tegene sank his entire cock in a single thrust. Hasani moaned in pleasure and shoved back, they were both very exited, the only thing in their minds was to cum, Tegene placed his left hand on Hasani's shoulder and started pulling the elephant's body towards his cock, His right hand found Hasani's rod and started stroking it furiously, there were no words, only grunts and moans, both hunters were completely driven by lust. Finally, Tegene roared and exploded deep inside Hasani's ass. The hot spurts of brachio cum was the last ingredient to trigger Hasani's orgasm. The elephant's cock throbbed in Tegene's hands and released wave after wave of sticky cream, some of it hitting Hasani's chest, finally, Tegene pulled his semi erect cock from Hasani's hole, the elephant fell on all fours with his eyes closed, suddenly, he felt something wrapping around his neck, he opened his eyes and saw he had a leather collar around his neck, the collar was attached to a leash that the naked Tegene was holding, after licking his fingers clean of Hasani's spooge he spoke. "You'll be wearing that collar for the entire week, get used to it because that's probably the only thing you'll be wearing, my van is not far from here." Tegene started walking and Hasani followed him, he had already forgot about the reward for R'jarr, this bonus was much, much better.
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Disclaimer:
This story involves sexual activity between a female human and a male big cat. This is a pure work of fiction. The events I describe here didn't happen. No resemblance between the characters involved and any person, living or dead, is intended, even if some parts of the story may look very much that way. This story may be distributed freely but may not be sold, or changed, or used in any commercial way.
Finally, if you try to do this for real, get turned into fresh tasty kitty food and eaten for breakfast or get yourself complete addicted to big cats, don't blame me! I deny any responsibility for the actions your take after reading my erotic fiction :-)
Taisha *{means secret in russian}*
One of my more clingy and affectionate kitties named Taisha, a large siberian tiger, is allowed to sleep in my fathers caravan. I inherited the trailer after my fathers sudden death. My father liked comfort very much. The caravan itself is separated into two part, the rather small front living and driving part and the rear "relaxing" part. Inside the relaxing part a big whirlpool is build into the floor and a huge divan, which rests on a water bet mattress and is clustered all over with large soft cushions, is placed on one of the side walls. The roof is made of perspex to allow a view into the sky while you are resting on the divan. My father loved to take a relaxing bubble bath in the rather large whirlpool and afterwards lay down on the divan and sleep his daily hard works pains away.
Back to Taisha. He had been very ill as a cub for some time so one day I took him with me into my fathers caravan and made him rest there, away from the other cubs, to cure him from his illness. My father was so angry at me, I really feared he would kick me out of the circus family at last. After I had explained to him why I had brought little Taisha with me into his sacred relaxing place and that I feared for his life and after I had wept many tears in fear for my small Taisha he little by little changed his mind and finally allowed Taisha to stay inside his private retreat and get well there.
From that time onwards Taisha demanded (by loud growling in front of the caravan door and pushing against it) to be let in, even after his full recovery. And - would you believe it - I sometimes caught my father laying together with him on the large divan, both deep asleep, side by side.
After my fathers death I created a large fence around the both caravans and placed the two big cat living cages also inside that outer fence. The cages serve as separate retreats for the lion and the tigers. Each cage has several separated regions for the cats to rest, eat and so on. They are all free to enter and leave their cages and play together or with their toys inside the large fence. I did this to let them work out their build up aggression at the various toys or in playful harmless ways together.
Ok, once more back to Taisha. He has a very deep affinity for water (like all tigers I ever heard of have) and he loved to share a bath with me or my father in his whirlpool very much. Taisha had developed - after his illness as cub - into a very calm and social big cat for a tiger. I believe that he felt somehow in a debt of honor for my curing him from his illness. He likes to be rubbed and crawled all the time, especially behind his ears and he really loves to be scratched softly under his chin. If you believe tigers can't purr you are somehow right, but they can make low rumbling puffing noises and growls that sound very much like purrs but much much louder and stronger.
One day I took one of my very relaxing whirlpool baths together with Taisha. We both were totally enjoying it and I kept scratching him behind his ears. He had his head resting on my right shoulder and kept tickling me with his large moving whiskers in my ear. Silly cat. We both were placed on a build in step inside the whirlpool. Somehow it really got uncomfortable while time passed by in that very fixed sitting position with his weight on my shoulder. While stretching out my foot up to my toes I shifted my right knee a bit into his direction. I touched his right hind leg with my foot and stroke it up and down with my stretched toes to give him a nice body massage while I still enjoyed to scratch him behind his ears. He relaxed even more - if that's indeed possible - and I kept my stretched foot going up and down his right rear leg. He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. I blinked slowly at him and he did the same towards me. That's cat's talk for "I'm very comfortable, how are you doing?".
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bubbling warm water all around me. Suddenly I felt my stretched toes touch something. I really had no idea what I possibly could have touched until realization dawned at me. Now I had a very hard time to suppress a burst of laughter. My foot was stretched out to the max and it was located - in sheer accident - between his rear legs by now. With my closed eyes I hadn't been aware that I was scratching the inside of his legs and not the outside. It seemed that he had very much enjoyed my accidental toe fondling there because he clearly had become exited by the feel of it. At least that was the idea that had sprung into my mind and triggered my giggle. What else could I have possibly touched THERE?
I can't explain why the idea hit me that moment but I really was deadly curious about the look of his member. How did it look like? What was the shape of it? Why did I never had cared or shown interest for it before? Why did it feel so strange to the touch? Questions after questions began clustering my mind and I burst with curiosity.
I have to admit that I didn't had much sexual experience and interest by that time. I was nineteen and all my life had been the circus, the daily duties, the care for the four cubs. There hadn't been much time for love and affairs of any kind. I had explored my body on my own - please remember that I had no one except men in my family to talk to - but that's not the same.
The curious explorer that had been triggered loose inside me now definitely wanted to find out more and get some answers to the many questions in my head. I stretched my foot out a way more to reach further down between his hind legs. With uttermost care I started fondling around his tool with the top of my foot and it felt to the touch like a stretched middle finger that is lightly bent upwards. It had tiny rough parts all around it and was quite large, I guessed by the feel of it around 7 inches or so.
I hesitantly opened my eyes - somehow I feared his angry look fixed on me - but he still had his eyes tightly closed, resting his face comfortable on my right shoulder. I hoped so much for a glimpse of his member but unfortunately there was far to much foam swimming on the water and the whirlpool bubbles didn't made it any easier.
Darn it! Getting a clear view of his erect tool seemed to be very tricky. I could never reach down to it with one of my hands while he had his heavy feline head rested comfortably on my right shoulder. I bent my right leg back into a sitting position on the pools build in step and carefully took his head into both of my hands while I kept crawling his soft white fur under his chin with my fingertips. I looked around for the towel that I had laid out ready.
He seemed even more contend and I temporarily rested his chin on my opened left hand - and that was quite a show of strength for me - grabbing the nearby soft plush towel with my right. I laid the furled towel on the brim of the pool and slowly, with extreme caution, rested his chin there, still crawling him all over softly with my fingertips. He never even blinked but had that "...I love your crawling soooo much..." smile on his beautiful tiger face. I kept scratching his head around his neck up to his ears with my now freed from his weight left hand and shifted my body sideways to the left on the sitting step, bit by bit slowly away from his large feline body.
He really is an enormous cat. He every time had to wind himself into the pool to get into a more or less comfortable position. I kept stroking his head with my right hand and started a very careful exploration with my left. I softly stroke down his neck, between his shoulders, and down his spine. I patted his flank but he still showed no notion of any discomfort. I reached down to his belly and he began to shift forwards lightly. My heart was pounding up to my throat. That was very dangerous territory I wanted to explore but the curious explorer kept pushing me further. My curiosity for his member really drove me crazy. He made a move into a more comfortable sitting position, his front resting on the pools sitting step, his rear legs folded beneath him.
Now I really was anxious to touch his member. I worked both hands down his belly and carefully nearer to my goal. Suddenly he moved back up from his new sitting position, stepped onto the pools step completely, flipped there on his left flank and sent a lot of the water over the rim of the whirlpool. He had placed himself now very comfortable on the build in step of the pool I had been sitting on while he still rested his chin on top of the soft rolled towel pillow I had made for him, eyes again closed and a smile like expression on his feline face.
Now there was my long hoped for chance to explore. I reached with my right hand between his front paws and kept scratching him there to get him even more comfortable while I reached down with my left one and very tenderly touched his erect tool between his legs. It felt strange, much like his tongue in surface but very hard and stiff. I very carefully touched along his tool from tip to base and it seemed to embed a solid inner structure, like a finger bone, and got structural supported by it. It felt similar to a long middle finger with the difference that it was a lot narrower at the tip and much broader at the base.
He trembled along his spine, shifted again on the step and turned his head into my direction with a "WHAT are you doing?!?" look on his face. I blushed - I mean - I felt like I blushed - I mean - I really felt kind of stupid, hot, guilty and ashamed at the same time. I wished for the floor opening and swallowing me up in an instant. I got a completely hot feeling on my face, became very nervous and very uncomfortable and had a absolutely guilty mind. I slowly and very careful backed away from him to the most distanced corner of the pool but he slid his rear down from the step into the pool again, stood on his rear legs and followed me there.
"That has been a MAJOR mistake you dumb cow!" I told myself. He kept moving towards me, half floating on his broad chest, half walking on his strong rear legs. I really was puzzled what to do next. He was a 700pd siberian tiger and I had done something to him that he didn't like me to do. Now I really had a very SERIOUS problem.
He made a quick final float towards me and rested both front paws on each side of the pool's step I had scrambled blindly backwards onto in a sitting position. Suddenly he started licking my face with his large barbed tongue from my mouth up to my brow with long delightful strokes. I was scared to death at first - seeing him open his mouth and his enormous fangs coming closer to my face - and was relieved afterwards when he started licking my face so much, I nearly peed into the pool out of shock.
"THAT WAS SO FUCKING STUPID OF YOU!" I yelled at me with my heart pounding to my throat. At once I started crawling his neck and down his two front feet and up his throat again, all around his face, behind his ears and under his chin. He wasn't angry at all. He was puzzled somehow - as was I - but not at all angry. I calmed down slowly.
He kept moving forwards and shifted his weight onto his large front paws that now rested firmly on both sides of my sitting place on the step. I clearly got the impression that he was up into something. He kept licking my face all over and I got a quick accidental glance through a complete bubble-less space in the water. WOW! It seemed that he now really was exited. His member was fully extend from the sheath and looked very stiff and alive, pointing directly into my direction with it's narrow tip.
I finally realized what I had triggered in my curiousness. The hot water, the many tickling bubbles around us and my fondling with his member had arose him so much, he now was in need to relief that tenseness anyhow. His body demanded sex with me, somehow, but he was clearly unsure about the how. I wasn't of his kind and in a completely wrong position in front of him.
He wasn't alone with that feeling. I also was completely unsure how to react and what to do next. Running was no choice with him standing in front of me, pinning me somehow fix onto the pool's step. Running away in general is a very bad choice with big cats. Hitting him hard onto the nose to scare him away was an option to be considered but he was so passionately cleaning my face that I would have never been able to deliver that blow. That would have broken my heart.
"YOU started it, now you have to go through it!" I told myself and reached down with both hands between his front legs, down his furry belly to his erect member. I engulfed it very careful with both hands, having it slide easily between the index and the ring finger of my both hands. It felt so narrow on the tip but on the base it got very broad, even so I had no way to reach down that far yet. He at once shifted his weight back onto his rear legs, placed his both front legs up onto the pools rim in one swift move and began thrusting his hind legs forward into my awaiting hands. I couldn't see much, my sight was blocked through his large furry chest but I felt his tool moving inside my hands and he started to become very noisy. He kept growling and moved faster with every stroke he made into my awaiting hands.
"You're jacking off Taisha. You are jacking off a TIGER!" it dawned inside my mind but I could not think about it just yet. He increased his efforts. Big bashes of water kept swapping out of the pool and I swallowed a good deal of it. He thrust very hard towards my sitting position and into my waiting hands by now. I closed the gap between my fingers some more to hopefully increase the sensation on his members base without hurting him. With a sudden hard push forwards into my hands - while he scraped hard over both of my hand paws with his completely stiff and pulsating hot tool - he stopped all of his movement.
He growled a low grumbling growl that I could feel vibrating through the water and up my belly. I got aware of a warm smeary liquid that filled the gap between my hands in spurts and I felt it dissolve through my closed fingers into the warm bubbling water around us. He kept his stretched position for some time while his member twitched in rhythmic pulses inside my hands and he continued his low throatily growl. With another surprisingly swift move he pulled his member out from my engulfing hands, strained his rear muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member - in my shocked state it felt like watching every move of him in slow motion - while he jumped over my head. It looked very stiff, alive, erect and fleshly. He strolled to one of the carpets I had laid out around the pool and collapsed there, starting at once to clean himself (and his most private parts).
I sat somehow totally paralyzed by that short but overwhelming unbelievable experience on the step inside the pool. I really had just moments ago jacked off my lovely tiger kitty Taisha. I moved my securely closed hands above the water surface and opened them carefully. There still were some white smears of sticky fluid visible inside them. I blushed again - or at least I felt the burning heat of a blushing returning into my face. That had been a really thrilling new sexual experience for me (and him).
My somehow guilty mind called me a pervert slut but what had I really done? "Nothing wrong at all. The only thing you possibly could do in that tight situation. He demanded a solution and you gave that to him. Accept it as a friendly turn you did for your beloved Taisha. Nobody got injured so why having a guilty mind..." I finally convinced myself.
Now all my curiosity and kinkiness came back in an instant and I sniffed at the few remains of Taisha's fun inside the pool with me. It didn't smell like anything I had smelled so far. It had a very wild smell, like body odor but not so disgustingly strong, more like the faint musky note of a strong perfume. I dipped my index finger into it and gave it a small taste: Very salty and bitter...
Taisha had stopped cleaning himself and had quietly been sneaking over to me while I was puzzled by the moment and deep in thoughts. He gave the left half of my face another sudden cleaning with his large feline tongue and I took the chance and showed my two opened hands to him. He licked them completely clean of any remains and was absolutely into that clean up licking. That in turn was getting me hot and very horny.
"Taisha, I hope your first time with a female felt great?" I said to him and he licked my face some more. I reached down to my bath dress and opened the zipper in front. I had a real struggle stepping out of it inside the pool and Taisha gave me a very suspicious look. It must have looked very strange to him. I was literally slipping out of my own skin somehow directly in front of him.
I threw the bath dress with a quick move into one corner of the caravan and got myself into a very comfortable sitting position on the front rim of the whirl pool's step. My legs were spread wide apart and I slowly moved my right hands ring finger between them. I gave my clit a very good and slow stroking, all the time thinking about Taisha and trying to remember the shape and feeling of his tool between my hands. That thought was so extraordinary thrilling, it turned me on like nothing had ever done before.
I arched my head back over the pool's bulky rim and Taisha started to lick my face again from above. Oh yes, this was so arousing, pleasing myself in front of him, thinking of him all the time, getting licked by him on the face while I did this all.
It didn't took me long to build up a very high tension inside my body. I became hot, very very hot. The warm water, my lovely Taisha licking me, the things I had done with him just moments ago still clear in my visual memory. I started whimpering softly while I got closer to the point of no return by each soft stroke with my fingertip.
With every moment that passed I got more and more unaware of the whole place around me. My own sexual tension totally engulfed my senses so I absolutely got caught by surprise when Taisha reentered the pool with one of his most elegant cat like jumps directly over my head and into the middle of the pool. Big waves of hot water poured over me and I nearly drowned. Now I really was mad with Taisha. He had stolen away my sexual relieve I so much longed for right now. I had been so close just a tiny moment before. My body still was on fire but all that erotic pictures in my head had been washed away. Darned cat.
Taisha turned around inside the pool and floated again over to me. He shifted his weight onto his front legs, settling them both firmly on either side of my sitting position and started softly cleaning my face. "Yes, you should feel very guilty now. You really spoiled my pleasure, kitty. That's no excuse to lick my face..." I told him and wanted to get out of the pool. I somehow was very annoyed of him at that particular moment for stealing me what I had granted him without hesitation.
I had my elbows resting on the pool's rim, pushing me up to get out. Out of a sudden Taisha started to lick down my throat and over my sensitive tits. Oh yes! That felt great, his rough tongue stroke over my hard nipples and my still erect tits felt like burning with a fire from inside. "Oooooh Taisha..." I whimpered. All the sudden I had a longing for sexual relive again that was stronger than everything rational left in my already tortured mind. I reached down between my spread legs with my left hand while I still latched tight to the rim with my right. I gave my hard clit a very soft massage, just strong enough to build up there an equally strong tension to the feeling I got through Taisha's passionate licking of my breast with his wonderful rough feline tongue.
I was half way into a great orgasm. This couldn't possible get any better. A very strong tension in my body kept building up very fast. I arched my back to get my body higher afloat - without any thinking about it - and to induce Taisha into licking my breasts all around and not only over my burning erect nipples. He got the idea at once and gave my tits a fine cleaning, all around them but never missing the hot spot on top. If I had felt hot in lust before, I was blazing now. That was simply impossible. It felt like rushing into a certain and absolute destruction, but I wanted it, I needed it desperately. I wished my body hot and ablaze like molten lava. I wanted the tension to overwhelm me, to melt my mind away in that burning heat. I whimpered so hard, I had tears of joy in my eyes. Maybe it only was my sweat dropping down into them but nevertheless my vision blurred and I could only feel - but I did that with all my senses. This was such a great joy. I became aware of that musky strong scent again and it drove me even deeper into my horniness. Suddenly Taisha stopped licking my beasts and in one smooth move maneuvered his front paws up again onto the pool's rim.
"You stupid darned cat - damned - You! - YOU had your relieve already! - I WANT MINE - NOW - damn it! - oh please, please Taisha, please lick me further, please continue to lick my breasts, please, don't stop now, PLEASE !" my left over piece of consciousness yelled at him in an uncontrollable fury of disappointment.
He again started licking all over my forehead instead of my breasts while my head still rested bent back on the pool's bulky rim. All of a sudden I felt the tip of his stiff member scratching the back of my hand while I had my index finger deeply inside my pussy, massaging my clit as hard as I could endure to give me that last push that I longed so much for. At once I became fully aware of the situation, it felt like something hitting my head hard and bringing me back into reality in no time. The realization stoke me like lightning out of a blue sky: "He wants to mate with ME and maneuvered himself into a perfect position!"
"Let him, oh please, let him fuck me, don't loose a second hesitating, PLEASE, I'm so cloooose, so darn close. Let him do whatever he likes. Please! PLEASE! I want him inside me! NOW! I can't stand a second longer without sexual relief!" my subconsciousness yelled at me like a million voices at once.
"Fuck me Taisha, be a nice big kitty and fuck me deep, passionate and hard..." I whispered breathless, removed the finger from my wet glowing pussy and let his hard member take it's place there. Very carefully I guided him into me with my now free left hand while I floated some space above the pool's step. My back, bending my chest upwards in lust, had brought me there.
What than followed I can't describe in clear words. It was like the hardest torment someone could think of combined with the most unbelievable joy one could feel at the same time, completely and inseparable mixed together.
He at first worked his penis inside me with very slow and gentle strokes. His rear pumped into me beneath the water surface, supported by his muscular rear legs. Ripples on top of the water surface built up and slapped against my chin. I felt like I was walking along on the edge of an unconsciousness. He sped up with ease, hitting my blazing clit hard with every stoke of his upward curved member. Every deep thrust he made into me lifted us both up a bit and we afterwards slowly descended down, drifting in the bubbling warm water, his member sliding a short way out of me and rasping along my inner and outer pussy lips and softly stoking over my sensitive clit.
He redoubled his efforts, his tool kept moving in gentle strokes fully into and back a short way out of me, sending spasms of joy through my whole slit, belly and spine. I was over the point and the hardest orgasm I ever had reached in my whole teenager live hit me like a divine force. I floated in mid air - at least it felt so - between heaven and earth. I moaned very loud, my back bending hard, my feet twitching on each side in uncontrollable convulsions of joy below the water surface.
I couldn't think any more and clamped my arms and knees around him out of sheer reflex to the unbelievable joy. I wanted to hold him tight, to never let him stop his mating with me. His long soft belly fur brushed with each thrust that he did into me over my belly and my breasts. He finally stopped his movement and let out a loud rumbling growl I could feel resonating though my belly and up my spine and down into my still twitching legs. I felt his hot tiger seed spraying inside me, felt his penis pulsating with every spurt he made, felt him scratching over my clit with his large tool in that pulsing waves, felt all my vaginal muscles contract and relax uncontrollable around his large member.
That did it. My life was over. I felt like dying that very moment. A smaller second orgasm, triggered by his soft wet fur, his rumbling growl, my blazing hard clit and the sensation of his pulsating members inside me, hit me even harder than the first orgasm had. I was in heaven because that sensation couldn't possibly be for real. I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed a soft howl of relief and immeasurable joy. He made another short thrust into me and his tool spurt more of his sticky sperm into me. He finally roared with a piercing loud voice.
I - in a sudden shock by his loud roaring above me - let go of my clinch around his body and to slow in my somehow mindless stage became aware that I was floating directly beneath him, firmly settled onto his very large and stiff member. My letting go drifted me down some distance while I despairingly tried to reach ground with my stretched toes. I tried to get hold around him again but by doing so I completely unintentionally slit down along his still pulsating penis until I could feel his furry sheath entering my outer pussy lips and spreading them apart with a soft brushing sensation. He loved me for that complete unintentional move. His rumbling growl of pleasure on top of me tripled in intensity and another powerful hot spurt of semen shoot deeply into my womb.
I was completely spent. That was the most unbelievable thing I ever had experienced in my whole life. This fuck was so unearthly good. I tried to relax in that new position, having him buried inside me from tip to hilt and enjoyed the nice warm afterglow feeling that spread up and down through my whole body. I stood tiptoes now, searching hold on the ground of the whirlpool while I kept my upper body over water only by softly clasping his flanks again while I began to rub my both hands up and down his flanks and spine to show him my endless thankfulness. His tool continued to make soft twitching moves inside me and he seemed to like the feeling of my rubbing hands and my soft warm pussy all around his whole member very much. He made to my great pleasure no sign at all that he wanted to split our deep concretion too soon.
I suddenly remembered the jump out of the pool that he had made and hoped for good that he wouldn't try such a stunt with me attached to him in that deeply way. My concerns were to my fortune without any reason. He seemed to enjoy every single moment of our deep connection very much. It felt so indescribable nice, that deep feeling of a physical and spiritual bond between us that I had with him now. Our warm bodies clung so close together, I enjoyed his company more than I ever could have imagined. He now not only was a part of my family, he was my lover now and I had become his mate. Now we belonged together. I couldn't think of anything better that had ever happened in my whole life.
After some time I got aware that his hot sticky tiger cum leaked out of my pussy. The warm pool water entered me and I could feel it slowly mixing with his leaking out seed. His rumbling growl of relieve softened and finally ceased. We both stood still inside the pool, he stood with his dripping wet fur over me, I still clasped around his body directly below him and rubbed his spine up and down with my free hands in deep gratitude for him and everything he shared with me that moment.
He shifted backwards and his tool reluctantly gave way out of me. It hurt slightly, his sharp - through his excitement now fully extended - penis spines rasped against my inner pussy and all over my still blazing sensitive clit. He suddenly made one swift motion down and back and slit out of me completely in one fast move. I let go of him and my bum hit the step quite hard that I had been floating above a very short distance all the time. He again strained his rear leg muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member and marveled about his size and shape. I settled down onto the step and let my head fall backwards over the pools rim completely, the rolled towel where Taisha had rested his head before in my neck.
I was completely done and couldn't believe what just had happened. I looked blankly onto the caravan ceiling and watched the fluffy clouds floating by through the perspex roof. I noticed the noises that Taisha made while he was busy cleaning himself. That really had been the best time in my life that I could remember. It had been the best fun I ever had. No, fun wasn't the right word. It simply had been completely addictive. I had to do this again. Very soon. I had to get that wonderful feeling again...
Taisha came over to me after a quick cleanup of his private parts and positioned himself alongside the whirlpool's rim, his face directly over mine. I somehow managed my left hand stroking him softly behind his ears.
"Taisha, that simply was unbelievable. I love you so much my kitty. Thank you for everything you just allowed me to share with you!" I whispered. I believe he understood the meaning of my words. He blinked slowly at me in response and I closed my eyes.
I woke up again a hour later or so. Taisha had gone outside to play with his friends. I still sat inside the whirlpool, my neck aching a bit because of the unhealthy position with that rolled together towel in my neck. I slowly got my head upright and tried to get my spine in a correct position again.
"Wow, that was the most pervert and unbelievable erotic daydream I ever had!" I thought and shook my head in disbelieve.
I sat up and climbed out of the pool. Only when I stood outside it I noticed that I was completely naked. Where was my swimsuit I always wore inside the pool? It lay in on corner of the trailer, messily and clammy. This simply couldn't be true! I crouched down and reached between my spread legs. I felt slimy and a whitish fluid covered my index finger after I had pulled it out.
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"How are you?"
"Good . Yeh, great."
"No, really. How are you this morning?"
"OK" Tema answered. "I feel fine today."
Her partner continued. "Are you up for this?"
"Yeh. Looking forward to it. I feel a lot better than yesterday. You know me. Sometimes I just think too much."
He knew this was an 'easy out', but the main thing was that she was ready for today. They could go over the rest in more detail when she was ready.
"His name is Charles and he is new. Details submitted put him in his mid-thirties and well off. He has no physical problems listed. The reason he gave was that it helps him relax more than anything else."
Tema's voice was calm and clear. "Sounds fine. No problems. How long?"
"Initially an hour but he has requested that the longer option be kept open."
They parked and he followed her down the sidewalk. A fine looking woman. The tight short white leather skirt showed her every move. Moves accentuated by the obscenely high heel shoes she had become so confident wearing. The white certainly did it for him. Contrasting her long dark hair and giving her that 'I'll be your head nurse look'. The very low cut, white top, so tight across her tits and then loose down to the skirt finished the picture. She looked good enough to eat.
"I love you." He said.
Formalities at the door were quick and painless. Charles parting with $150 and Tema leaving a business card on the hall table.
MAYBE MASSAGE
FULL BODY MASSAGE
SPIRITUAL MASSAGE
SENSITIVE TO THE INDIVIDUALS NEEDS
Tema followed Charles into what looked like a spare room, leaving her partner in the lounge. She took a quick glance at him to reassure herself that he was OK. Some clients were uncomfortable with his presence but soon realized that, if her partner was not in the next room, Tema was not there.
Sitting relaxed in the expensive lounge he could hear groans coming from the next room. There was no mistaking it. Some were Charles' response to pain. He knew only too well how one of her massages could hurt. This was understandable as Tema was not small or frail. She had a deceptive strength in her hands and arms. Hell! The woman loved to wrestle and now that she was giving massages regularly her strength was developing.
Another groan and Charles closed his eyes. They did not remain closed for long as he did not want to miss any of the sight in front of him. Her wonderful red lips were one of her outstanding features, her eyes another. When she smiled her whole face smiled. She was smiling now. She did enjoy her work. His eyes then moved to her breasts. They were large and barely contained by the very low cut top. The top produced ample cleavage and left the top part of each nipple exposed. Well the top part of each areola was clearly visible, and Tema's were large. Charles was mesmerized though this was not unusual for Tema as many of her low cut tops exposed these parts of her nipples. She loved showing them and loved the reaction she got from men. She kept her large breasts well tanned by nude sunbathing in her back yard and her large, dark areolas were often visible through her tops. This woman genuinely loved to expose her tits and would often expose them completely while driving near trucks. She did not need her partner to encourage her. She did it while driving alone as well. She did not hide this and would tell her partner after each event and this often lead to great sex.
At the moment though, they were being devoured by Charles' eyes. He was on his back and getting his initial rubdown and oiling. Over on to his belly now and he seemed to gain more courage.
"Would you consider a few extras?"
"Maybe"
"Would you consider..."
"Maybe"
She answered each of his special requests with a deep 'maybe'.
"Maybe Massage" said Charles. "Very cleaver"
More money changed hands and Tema settled in to work on his back. Her tits were fully exposed now and swayed as she worked. They were large and firm and each ended in a magnificent nipple. 15 minutes later Charles was on his back with eyes wide and pleasure written across his face.
He was more like mid-forties than mid-thirties, but he was in good condition. He had made some intelligent small talk and Tema felt at ease with him. After another 15 minutes she pulled on the gloves and liberally soaked his belly and thighs with oil.
Now SHE was focused. She worked his abdomen and thighs, carefully avoiding contact with his fiercely erect cock, while never taking her eyes from it.
Tema was still fascinated by them. She had seen a few in her time but not as many as 'you' might think. With limited sexual experience she had entered a single-partner relationship in her teens. This had lasted till her early thirties and had severely limited the expression of her sexuality, both with others and sadly, with herself. This had changed in the last year or two and with the venture into this new business, she was making up for lost time.
But for now she was focused on a cock. She loved the way they grew large and firm, often enjoying and prolonging each phases along the way. Sometimes cocks reacted to the sight of her. Sometimes they reacted to her touch. But occasionally they reacted to her sexuality. To the fact that she did what she was doing now and enjoyed it. These were the best. When someone took the time to explore the psychological side of her sexuality, this turned her on as much as any physical act. To accept her sexuality and enjoy her for it, to love her for it, that was amazing.
She refocused. By now both hands were working the oil-soaked cock and balls, independent of her conscious thought. Now the groans were unrelated to pain.
Another question and another 'maybe' and Charles had access. His hands roamed over both magnificent tits, settling on the nipples. Charles was gently squeezing them between finger and thumb, experimenting with pressure, rolling and pulling. There was no mistake, she preferred straight pressure with a slight pull. As he increased pressure her hands worked more energetically on his cock.
She was good. She would get him close ...on the edge... then ease the tempo and pressure, shifting her attention to the shaft. It was a nice cock she decided. A little longer than her partners but not as thick. (There were places she really craved the thickness.) An attractive cock here and that raised the level of HER enjoyment. For there was no mistaking it, she was enjoying this too.
Charles was sweating now. Several times he thought he would cum but Tema had different plans. Several times pre-cum had bubbled from his cock and this seemed to intrigue this wonderful sexual, sensual woman. She would touch the cum on his cock with a gloved finger and lift the finger, intently watching the string of cum joining the two.
By now Tema was wet and aware of the sensations coming from her nipples. She was not aware of just how much pressure Charles was applying to these big fantastic nipples. It was all too much for Charles. She was using 2 hands, moving them up and down as well as rotating them. Few cocks could last long under this treatment and this cock was no exception.
Though she was ready for the cum. She was not ready for the force with which it was released. The first stream hit her chin, left a ribbon across her cheek and ended with many creamy droplets in her beautiful wavy dark hair. By moving back a little she was ready for the second shot, she thought. But by moving back while still holding this beautiful cock she only succeeded in aiming it lower. The second blast hit her exposed tits.
Fuck she thought as she looked at her tits. Both were covered in a large quantity of thick creamy cum. She loved watching the ribbons of cum fly through the air, but wearing them was not part of the plan. The next ribbon went harmlessly into the air and the rest ran down her gloved fingers to pool at the base of the cock.
Wow that was amazing, she thought, but simply said.
"Mmmmm that was nice." Charles was breathing heavily (surprise, surprise) and staring at Tema. Charles looked at the thick line of cum running up her chin and across her cheek and at the drops in her hair. Then he looked at her cum-soaked tits. Tema's hands were still on his hard cock. She was not working it, just looking and admiring the volume of cum it produced.
"You look unbelievably good." He stammered. "Thank you Tema, that was wonderful. "I have not cum like that in years. You truly are fantastic."
His voice brought her back.
"Mmmmm I enjoyed you too. I hope you are relieved and satisfied." She said.
She was standing, both hands still gently wrapped around the cock, looking at Charles, who had one of those 'cat who swallowed the canary' looks across his face.
Charles had a cum fetish and could not tear his eyes from the sight in front of him. This beautiful woman was standing there in conversation with him, while some of the cum on her cheek ran down to join the cum on her chin. It then formed a long dangling strand (as only cum can) that swayed from her chin each time she spoke. A blob of the cum on her left tit slid down to the nipple and there was another ribbon of com dangling from it. The contrast of the dark tanned nipple and the creamy cum was beautiful. This was a fantasy cum true.
What amazed Charles most was that she was totally relaxed and comfortable with her current condition. Tits exposed, cum on her face and covering her tits and in her hair...his cum...and she still had her hands around his cock. This really was a lifetime memory in the making.
"Did you cum?"
"No." She replied. "But it was nice and I loved your powerful squeezing of my nipples."
"Didn't I hurt them?"
"No. I need at least that much pressure to get the sensation."
Several of the drops of cum in her hair dropped onto her forehead and started to slide down.
"So HONESTLY, did you really enjoy that."
"Yes definitely." She replied. A large dripping from her chin onto her right nipple.
"But, a 'working girl' enjoying her work." He said in disbelief. "Surely that is unheard of."
"OH I'm not a 'working girl'. I have a regular well paying job, as does my partner. We just do this to satisfy my urges and curiosity, and for a little extra holiday money."
Still disbelieving Charles continued. "Doesn't your partner mind?"
"No." Tema said, shaking her head and causing more drops to leave her hair and join the cum already sliding down to rest on her eyebrow. Charles wished he had a camera recording this show. He makes his living with cameras and when he really wants one there are isn't one handy.
"Why should he. I don't love you. I'm not going behind his back or lying to him. I'm not exposing myself to disease." She paused and looked down at her cum covered tits.
"Oh. Yes, well this does not normally happen. I seemed to get a little carried away with you today. And this is not too great a risk." She moved to turn as she finished speaking. Charles caught her hand.
"Please wait a moment. You look absolutely fantastic. You look gorgeous to me right now. Right now, you are a fantasy of mine cum true. And a fantasy of millions of others too, I'm sure.
She replied. "Well I know my partner would enjoy this sight. He has a major 'cum fetish'. Removing her hand from his, she stood back for him to admire."
"Do you like the way I look?" She asked playfully.
"OH GOD YES" He replied.
She swayed her tits from side to side and turned her head so the cum covered side of her face was towards Charles. She extended her tongue and sensually ran it around her lips, careful not to get any cum on it.
"Do you like the look of cum on my tits? Your cum splattered all over my tits and nipples. Your cum all over my face. In my hair and ready to drop into my eyes. Do you like that?"
"OH GOD YES" Charles, groaning again now.
"Do you like it dripping from my chin?" She moved her jaw.
"OH GOD YES"
"Do I look good standing here talking to you with your cum covering me and not even trying to clean it off. Does it excite you to know that I enjoy standing here, in front of a man, covered in his cum and talking to him?"
"OH GOD YES"
She raised her gloved hand with his cum still thick on the back of her fingers. She turned her hands and brought them to her open mouth.
"Would you like to see me lick it off?"
"OH GOD YES"
She did not do this. Instead she scooped several large globs off her tits and held them expertly above her face and open mouth.
"Would you like to see this cum drop into my mouth or would you rather see it drop all over my face?"
"OH GOD YES" This articulate, intelligent man had his entire conversational skills reduced to three words, and in this case they didn't even answer the question. Continuing her 'role' she smiled at him and asked.
"Would it have been better if I had knelt down in front of you so you could have shot that huge load all over my face and into my mouth?"
"OH GOD YES"
"Would you want me to open my mouth and let you see your cum in my mouth?"
"OH GOD YES"
"Would you like me to be your 'cum slut', and do anything you ask me to? To beg for your cum and lick it off anything while you take photos."
No answer this time. Just a grunt as Charles came again. Tema was safe this time as the cum just oozed down over his own fingers.
As Charles used a towel to wipe his hands and cock, Tema used one of her warm moist towels to clean herself up. Charles spoke as they cleaned.
"You are a very sexual person Tema."
"Mmmmm it's a large part of my life and after trying to deny it for nearly 15 years, I have finally accepted it. I am usually more careful than today and I am faithful to my partner. That is, I do not enter any sexual contact without his knowledge and without protection." She paused to think. "We both enjoy a variety of sexual experiences with little guilt. Our path is one of shared sexual experiences, Made possible by our love and mutual respect. I have seen spirituality described as a person's exploration of the self. Examining the meaning to their life and their interactions with others. Is this so separate from sexuality. If a definition like this is acceptable, does it not place a person's sexuality deep inside their spirituality. Can the two be separated? However, the majority of our sexual experiences involves only the two of us."
As he spoke Tema knew the intelligent Charles had returned. Evolution was cruel to give males a cock and a brain...but only enough blood to run one at a time.
"That sounds like a very unusual relationship. It is certainly outside most people's perception of normal."
"Tema spoke with a degree of sadness in her voice. "Yes I think religion and 'moral crusaders' have an unnatural power over peoples behavior. If you remove religion and social prohibitions from the last hour, it could be seen as a healthy woman experiencing an intimate time with a healthy man. Even bringing this man a degree of relief and happiness, while enjoying the experience herself. Doesn't sound sinister to me. Don't see any mutilated bodies. Don't see anyone being held against their will. Try as I might, I can't see the harm. My only concern is that my partner remains at ease with what we do and that I don't let societies narrow and bigoted view, damage my self esteem."
The words Charles spoke showed his awe with this woman. "I have never known anyone remotely like you Tema. I am mesmerized by you and your openness, in fact by your total sexuality. You are truly captivating. Can I see you again?"
"Remember Charles. This is a business arrangement. I have no intention of meeting you."
"Yes of course." Charles spoke quickly.
"I did not mean it as it sounded. I meant can I make another booking?"
"Yes of course. Just follow the online procedure you followed last time." Tema's voice now had a business-like tone.
She was heading for the door. One last question please. Was Charles pushing his luck here?
"What turns you on? What is your sexual fetish? A woman like you must have at least one."
"I am able to enjoy all types of sexual activities I have tried so far. However, the one that does it for me physically is Anal." Tema replied as if she was ordering a coffee. "In particular?" Charles pushed.
"All aspects of anal. On my partner and on myself. Insertions and much more. But that is another story."
"Could I use my hands and toys on your ass next time?" Charles asked.
"Maybe." She said as she pulled the door closed behind her.
Did Tema return? Did Charles get his wish? How did Tema's partner react to her story of her time with Charles? What experiences has Tema had with her other 'clients'? Is it true that this was only her 6th client?" "What were Tema's other meetings like?"
There is so much more to tell. But the most important question is: Does such a woman exist?
"OH GOD YES"
AUTHORS NOTE: Tema has many more adventures to experience and she has promised to share these with me. She has also agreed to share the stories of the clients she has had to date. | Maybe Massage with CUM Ch. 01 | [
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Furry lovers This story was inspired by my love and mate. All characters are BASED on real people the names are only their nicknames, the street addresses are fictional along with everything else. and ya this is my first story ive posted anywhere and the first one i wrote (willingly wrote, i still remember those fn mccages i think they were from elementry school, i hated those things. what was the purpose of them anyway?) anyway if ya have any comments gime a yell ( aim and yahoo is wolf03man04 ) and theres no real yiff in the first chapter but there will be, im still writing it actually. anyway i just noticed im rampling so enjoy.
Rabu: a cheetah standing at roughly 5'10". His slim build leading you to think him around 140 lbs at most. His golden brown fur gleams in the dim torchlight and you can clearly make out several black spots dotting his beautiful fur in random places. His eyes, which are a deep blue, rival that of the night sky and gleam when looked upon. Most of the time they smile at all from behind a pair of thin reading glasses. His hair, a dark mahogany, falls an inch from his shoulders in thick loose waves. Beneath the ink black industrial overcoat he wears a silk button down blood red shirt and a pair of black khakis that tuck neatly into his shin-high army boots. A thick strip of leather is strapped across his chest, holding the sheath of a sword on the center of his back. The swords' long silver hilt gleams with polish.
Stang: satin black Friesian stallion, about six feet tall and 210 but despite him being large when he runs its about as smooth as someone half his weight and almost silent, even in his heavy combat boots. brood shoulder and defined muscles that include a six pack and pecs. just looking at him you knew he was built for military service. he's well known in school as a great defense player in almost anything. but known to be best at football. his normal attire consists of military surplus pants and a band jacket, camo jacket from the navy or a hodie. he carries his stuff in a tactical back pack. in his school he is one of only eleven horses, seven mares and four stallions, most of the rest are either wolves, foxes, humans, or lions.
CHAPTER 1, lovers meeting
Stang, a deep red mustang with a stature that defines him as a warrior and his BDU's that he wears confirms that look, looks around from his back corner of the room. "Class. Class quiet down." the science teacher, a tall slim bright red dragon called Draco Howle, screams at the class as a confused looking cheetah walks in. "Is this Mr. Howle's science class?" "Yes, you must be Rabu." "Ya. Umm wear should I sit?" "Hey, Stang, anyone sit next to you?" "Nope" "Ok you can sit there, Rabu" "Sure" Stang returns to half paying attention and jotting down notes. Glancing over at the trim cheetah. As class ends Rabu gently taps Stang's shoulder to ask how to get to his next class "Excuse me, Mr. Stang." "Huh, what? Mr.? Yes?" "Sorry if I offended you, but I was wondering if you could tell me where room 5 is?" "No, no offence taken at all, just surprised me there. And room 5? Um" "Oh, ok. Yes, room 5. It's a study hall" "5. That would be in the art's hall past A hall. Hey I'm heading to 4, so just stick with me, ok?" "Sure. What's in 4, Mr. Stang?" "Band. And one, you don't have to call me with my title and two my title would be C/TSrg. But still just Stang is fine." "Ok Stang. Um what breed are you?" "Friesian mostly, a little mustang here and there." "Neat" the bell rings "So just follow you?" "Ya, I just need to toss my bag in my locker first" "Ok" They leave the room, and after stopping briefly at Stang's locker, they quickly make their way to the arts hall and stop in front of two sets of doors "Ok that's 5, where you go next?" "Next? Um, lunch" "Cool same here. I'll meet you here at the end of the period. Ok?" "Sure. Wait, when you said band did you mean concert or marching?" "Well technically it's symphonic but basically concert band. But we're playing marching band music. Why?" "Well I was in a marching band back at my old school. Do you think I can spend the period in there?" "Cool. Possibly, ask the study hall teacher. I'm sure Steffen wont mind" "Really? Awesome. I'll do that" "Cool, well I'll tell Steffan you might be coming in. If you do, look for me ok? Ill probably be on the far side of the room." As they go in the neighboring rooms Fran thinks to himself, damn he's hot, and as he passes the grey wolf that is Steffan, telling him that a new cheetah might be coming in and he's interested in marching band and that he was in his last school's band. Steffan nods and goes about what he was doing. After sitting down with his other friends, Boris an lion, Tyron a red fox, and Elfonzo a thin small timber wolf, Rabu comes in the door and immediately looks around and sees Fran and then Steffan. After talking briefly to the wolf Rabu pads softly over and takes a seat next to Fran. "So he let you out of study hall I take it?" "Ya. He said since I was only defaulted there that I could come in here and also come here for the rest of the year since it's only a couple days" "Cool. Hey let me introduce you to some of my friends. This is Boris, trombone, Tyron, alto sax, and the section of one Elfonzo, tenor sax." "Hey" "Morgan" "Nani?" "Glad to meet you all, I'm Rabu. I just moved here from Florida. What's nani mean?" "It means what" the wolf retorts "Don't ask why, he's just crazy." Fran informs the cheetah "So, Rabu, what you play?" Boris questions "Oh I play the trombone too. It's at home currently, some where." "Oh ya I play trombone to. Forgot to tell you before Rabu." "Cool, its ok Fran." "Hey listen up" Steffan tries to get the classes attention "YO SHUT UP!!" a short fox shouts and the band quiets down "Thanks Cody. Well today we're just listening to the marching band music which I'll start passing out tomorrow and playing it till the end of school" The rest of the period goes pretty swiftly and by the end Rabu is awed by the music which they will be playing. Fran, and basically everyone, just sits there smiling. None can wait to play this music. "So, Fran, we are playing that music?" "Not just playing Rabu, memorizing and performing weekly for at least 500 people in any weather" Rabu's jaw drops "Shit. Wow." "Yup, but we can pull it off. Last year wasn't easy and this year looks just as hard and fun if not harder" "So you joining the proud ranks of the pride's bonners?" "Yup. Defiantly after hearing that music I'm defiantly joining" "Cool. You might wana talk to Steffan about getting he stuff needed and getting your uniform. I'll be over by the door when your done" "Ok Fran." As Rabu goes to talk to Steffan about joining the marching band Fran goes over to the door where the section leaders have been posted and after a little Rabu comes over and the bell rings and they walk down to the lunch room, Fran showing Rabu where to sit as he gets his lunch before sitting down himself. "So Rabu what you have next?" "Umm. Health. Room 26" "Ok that's a back hall room. When you leave here go past the office and down B hall past the double doors, turn left up a small set of stairs, and it will be the second door on your left, just before a poll. I'm going there next also but I'm heading to rotc when I finish eating so ill be going there from about where my locker is" "Thanks. Hey where you live? That is if you don't mind sharing" "I don't mind sharing at all. Red oak drive" "Oh cool. I live there too, 718" "Serious? I'm next door. 720" "Awesome" the bell rings As Stang finishes eating and stands up to leave he reminds Rabu where to go as class ends and the are dismissed with a loud 'Sire, Yes, Sire', as is the procures of ROTC, he leaves and navigates the main hall to go down C hall, and to the room. He just goes to his seat and drops his bag before heading to the back corner where saw Rabu sitting. "I see you found here" "Ya. Wasn't too hard thanks to you, Stang" "Cool. So how were you're other classes, in the morning?" "I got here just before science" "Oh, so what are your other classes?" "Um, gym with Theison first, math with Jones, study hall, English with Soxman, and history with McClelland" "Cool, we have a few classes together. Gym and English I'm in, I have Jones for math but 5th. She's a nice vixen. McClelland is a good one too he's a lion." "Neat, the office said I can fill my study halls if I find a class with an open spot. What language you taking?" "Ich habe Deutsch. German." "Cool. I like German." "Well, the class is open. We only have like ten." "I'll talk to the office tomorrow. What teacher is it?" "Herr Wesner, but I'll come with you if you want." "Thanks." "Any time." the bell rings "We'll talk more after class." "Ok" Health class passes with little event. After class was over Stang went back and talked to Rabu more. As the bell rings they leave and walk out to the bus to go home. The trip home was a quiet one. Rabu looking around at all the car dealerships. "Ok, Rabu, here's where we get off." "Ya. Hey, Stang..." Rabu starts as the bus leaves them. "Yes, Rabu?" "You want to come over to my house for awhile?" "Sure, let me just dump my crap in my room. You want to come up with me?" "Why not. I'd love to see your room." "Believe me, it's not much. But any way, follow me." "Gladly." Rabu follows him into his house and room, looking around his room as Stang drops his bag and picks up a chain, putting it around his neck. "Cool room." "Thanks. Ok just need to leave a note and we can go." scribbles a note and tapes it to his door before leaving. Rabu follows closely, then leads Stang to his room. Opening his arms as he walks through the door backwards, arms open. "Welcome, my friend, to my room. Lots of crap in here, aint there." "Ya, but nice." looks around as Rabu puts his stuff away. Glancing at his slim build and subconsciously nickering. Rabu freezes and turns to see the horse looking at him. "Something wrong?" "No not at all cutie." "Cutie? Did you call me cutie?"
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Something older (and sadly short) I ran through and tweaked for quality's sake. There is probably still issues with it I'll gouge my eyes out over later on when I see them. Anyway, dragons fucking, enjoy!
"So what have you decided to do with the human's request? He desires you to train him does he not?" the rust and gold skinned male asked of her. He straddled the smaller female resting on her belly below him where he could slide his body across hers. He allowed his the warmth of his scales tease and stimulate her senses by mimicking the old tradition of foreplay common amongst the older dragons. Their combined musk was strong despite the vault's high ceiling and long corridors, which made up the female's guest chamber, the place where she always greeted her more valued guests with the inviting allure of her slit.
"I sense, as well as you do; no doubt, a small flame within him. He has potential, but not much in the hands of a human mage. I believe that if I put out effort enough that I could squeeze quite a bit of greatness out of him." She replied with a half moan in response to his ministrations. The male smiled as he thought of what else she would be squeezing out of someone as his slit took the hint and swelled. His member began to swell with hot dragon blood with its tip beginning to poke free of the folds.
"I say make the attempt. However, by whose standards is this "greatness" measured? A dragon's or a humans?" He dipped his pelvis down to graze the tip of his member across her back. He leaked small amounts of precum onto her back and his musky scent began to explode from the powerful aroma of his seed. She inhaled a deep breathe of it and felt her vent tingle and grow moist. Any more teasing and her folds would turn red with blood and grow hot and inviting, the lips spreading slightly to take anything that wished to enter. The thought of being impaled once again by his huge shaft and taking his full load inside her got her wet with need. She bumped her rear up against his belly to tell him to keep going.
"Then perhaps I shall. I'm sure he will be pleased." He growled and rubbed his head at hers and nuzzled at the aquamarine skin of her neck. The rest of her was a glossy smooth emerald green with flecks of yellow. He knew how pleased he would soon be, too, and his member finally slid free from his slit. He was till limp, but the size was impressive still, and it would not be long before the blood engorged him fully and made him as erect and solid as a statue. He knew all too well how she liked to be mated and he enjoyed it more than she. Out of the many females who would take him into their guest chamber she was the only one who enjoyed being roughly taken by his rigid meat, and despite her size she was the only one who seemed to be able to comfortably engulf his entire shaft. It always surprised him how much of his seed stayed in her belly rather than spilling out in drove as it did with the other females he frequented. Thulea was an excellent breeder and could make countless fine clutches if she ever decided to allow a male to breed her for young.
Thulea arched her back and allowed herself to be teased by the ever stiffing shaft bumping and sliding across her rear. The blood flowed through both of them and soon her lips were red and willing to take any male and his spear that was willing to answer the call. His rod was erect and bobbed beneath his large frame to slap against his underbelly. He was more than three foot in length, much more than adequate for any male. His pride was often too much for many females and his semen usually spilled forth in such an amount that no womb could hold it all for young. Thulea had not let herself be mated by him in over two months and he was eager to fill her belly with his rod and make her swell with his spunk.
"Begin, please. If I am to train the boy then I must greet and prepare him. You may not have the opportunity to breed me for quite some time after this chance." He was only mildly surprised at this news. She was obsessive over anything she decided to do and would often shelve other things to make more time and room for her primary objective. Even things such as mating, one of her favored "treats", was tossed to the side to be ignored.
"Then I will have to mate you all the more fiercely to make up for time that I will be spending outside your slit." He grinned at her with a quick nuzzle to her neck.
"Give me all of what you can muster then, Salasal." He licked at her and slid his tongue under her chin and across her snout lovingly as he tilted his hips and slid the tip of his shaft to her waiting hole. His rod eased into her folds with little effort to tease at her senses as well as his own. He adored how her body hugged at his shaft so tightly, stretching around his girth as he squeezed himself inside her. She always felt small and tight, almost so much so that he feared he wouldn't make it in, but she was deep enough for him and her body was just able enough to take him. No other female could and he growled in delight as his shaft buried itself to the hilt.
Thulea grimaced at the slow and steady intrusion of such a huge beast of a phallus. She concentrated on her thoughts and focused her magical energies as the trickle of power pooled within her nethers. The skin of her slit and the tender flesh of her innermost regions toughened or grew more elastic where needed so they would not tear against the monstrous rod attempting to destroy them. The fool actually believed that she was truly capable of safely harboring his freakishly large prick. She only mated with him and put out the effort of casting stealthy magic on herself so she could indulge in her fetish of being filled with copious amounts of semen. His load was so great that she would orgasm from simply the feel of his shaft twitching with every hot jet of seed he spilled inside her.
She grinned when she realized that she was not so much a fetishist as a smart dragon. Rarely were dragons ever capable of manipulating their clutches the way she could. Her eggs never grew inside her unless she wished them to so she was never fearful of being burdened by a male's young. When Salasal was finished filling her cunt she would squeeze her folds tight and hold it all in. A difficult task since he filled her so well that most of his seed wanted to spew back out for the lack of room. She would hold out as long as she could and enjoy the warmth radiating inside her, then allow the seed to spill out into a magic formed clay container kept in her Inner Chamber. Each container (of which there were many) contained the seed of every male she mated with, one container for every male. Salasal's container was very big.
With her skill she could take a large amount of seed and manipulate the tiny pieces of life within them and craft a fine child from it. Using eggs from her own clutch of course as the final half of the puzzle. She had already long since perfected her own half of the mixture. She collect the sperm to blend traits from her various suitors hoping that one day she would be satisfied with her creation, then when boredom struck, she would allow herself to be impregnated. She would raise fine young.
Salasal was tired of the simple feeling of being squeezed and he began to make good on his promise to mate her fiercely. He slid his hips back until two thirds of his member slid from her body, then plowed it all back in again. She gasped loudly at the sudden vacuum formed from his fast exit, then grunted when he pushed his length back in again. The magic working in her belly worked well and her folds held firm against his pummeling. His shaft was slick with his hot precum and her own juices and he slid in and out with no resistance except from her extreme tightness. She knew he would only last, at most, a few minutes at such a fierce pace and then they would be finished. Her fetish satisfied she would then send him on his way with a stupid grin on his snout.
Salasal was humping against her as hard as he could, driving every twitching inch as deep as they would be permitted. He was lost in the noises of their mating, the slurping and sucking of wet meat slamming hard into a sloppy hole, and the sound of the tiny female grunting and gasping with every stroke. He felt her clinch her self down on his cock as a rush of hot fluid splash against his cock. Her moans became louder as he realized she was cumming on his shaft.
Thulea was successful. She then faked yet another orgasm and contracted her muscles to spray her feminine cum across his dick, causing her scent of arousal to flood the room more thoroughly. His huge member was only mildly pleasurable, the healing magic working overtime to numb her folds to stave off any pain.
Minutes past by and finally Salasal was ready to blow his load. She felt his dick swell slightly. The base of his shaft grew and he plowed it between her lips and it swelled further locking him inside her belly. She was shocked at how large he was becoming since he had never gotten quite so large before. He always tied with her, but never so strongly!
Salasal decided to cheat his way into a longer stay in her cunt. He manipulated his body's blood flow and forced his shaft to swell larger than it would have normally. His dick was so tight inside her that it would be a long several minutes before he could pull free. She felt him throb inside her before he came. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt a rush of blackness overtake his vision; a numbness to the limbs, then a tingling that grew from his shaft and exploded through him. His roar was deafening and Thulea had to mutter a quiet spell to protect her ears.
Then she orgasmed in earnest. Hot cum spilled inside her in powerful streams. Every nook and cranny was filled with seed and she felt her insides swell with his load. Salasal was awe struck by this orgasm. His body shook and trembled as he emptied himself deep inside her. Lights flashed before his eyes before he finally passed out, in part because of his orgasm, and then partly because he stole too much blood from his brain to keep him awake during such a momentous climax.
His cock was still buried within her and he tugged her to the floor. She laughed at him as she continued to shake and writhe from her intense orgasm. He was still cumming inside her and she rolled him onto his back so she could straddle his belly and ride him. So long as she continued to stimulate his prick he could continue to cum. Her belly was slightly distended from being so viciously filled, and she adored the feeling of fluid surging inside her and flowing in currents as his shaft sprayed his load within her. His orgasm slowly subsided after a time. She felt sick from having so much in her all at once. He had come more than he had ever managed during all their previous matings.
She flexed her vaginal muscles and readied herself to contain the cum pint up inside her. It took several minutes but his cock went limp and slid from her, all the while she held her slit shut tight to keep the seed from leaking out. Once he was free from her insides she wobbled to her inner chamber and to the largest of her containers. The brown vase was enchanted to preserve anything that was placed within it as if it were freshly deposited.
She lifted a hind leg and positioned her slit over the opening of the vase and relaxed her muscles. All the seed she was fighting to contain spilled from her cunt and into the vase to join the rest of the container's contents. With his large loads she was forced to create a larger vase just for him. She had thirteen other vases by this one and each contained semen from other suitors, in varying amounts. Some she mated with more than others and usually due to giving favors or simple favoritism.
When she was finished squeezing out the bulk of his seed she dropped off the container and licked herself clean. She savored the musky flavor of Salasal's cum, though admittedly she had tasted better. Salasal's only perks were that he was large and that he came in long large loads. She loved that about him, but his taste and personality was lacking. She went to snap Salasal awake and to politely tell him to remove him and his freakish cock out of her chambers. She had new business to attending involving the human and she did not want any further distractions. | Thulea by WSAD | [
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Beautiful Twilight: Pop
The bar was packed, the staff was stacked, and the line to get in was around the building and back. A mouse, a rat, a doe and a mutt, The girls of twilight began to run low on smut. Spark had the show! She had written it down, But she had forgotten to leave it, before her night on the town. She had the night off, the wolf was long gone, And now the girls needed a show before dawn!
With no act to perform, the crowd became mean They wanted a show, and chanted things quite obscene. "Oh, what will we do?" Margie whimpered in fear "That audience is angry, that is quite clear." "I've got an idea! "Said Crystal, the rat, "We could play "Pop!" How' you feel 'bout that?!" "That's brilliant, wonderful, an idea quite divine!" "We'll keep the crowd busy and close right on time!" And so the girls all marched, all four to the stage Ready and willing to calm the crowd's rage.
"We're gonna play Pop!" Margie shouted to all And the crowd shut up, curious to the call "Pop is a game, that we like to play, That helps relieve the stress of the day. The rules are quite simple, quite easy in fact, All you need to do, is not react. So take off your clothes, come stand next to us If you have a big wiener, well that's quite the plus. The game is quite simple, here's what we do, We tickle, and touch, and grind up against you Then we time, how long that it takes Before an erection begins to take place! All you need do, to win our crown, Is stand here real still, and keep your 'boy' down. If we manage to make you "pop" The game is over, and then we stop. The longer you last, the better the prize: You get to spend the night between our thighs! Two minutes of pleasure, and pain so unique That's how long you must last the technique! So come one come all, to our great game! Be the first to win and achieve your fame!
What's this, too shy? Not a paw in the air?" Ahh, there we are, someone taking a dare! An otter boy, aww, he's really cute, I wanna be first to make him shoot!
Melissa the mutt was wagging her tail, Her eyes wandering the boy without fail. His fur was tawny, tan and relaxed His member was throbbing from under his slacks. The canine growled low, and moaned with glee Upon ripping off his slacks to see his pee-pee The otter was hunky, and well packed indeed But erect already? Not likely to succeed But the game went on, with a squeeze and a grope And that's all it took, for that first sticky rope. Licking her muzzle, Melissa sighed at the male, "What was his time? Four seconds?! You FAIL!" The otter went back to his seat with a blush, But not before the mutt cleaned off her new crush.
Next to come up was a tiger with pride. He strolled to the stage and gave a great smile wide. Lose this game? Not him! He was l33t! The girls would have trouble, so they decided to cheat. First was the rat, who tugged down his clothes eleven full inches- the kitty had a hose. The girls all grinned, at the length they saw Ready and willing, they began to paw They squeezed, gave a stroke, a nibble or two, But the tall standing feline didn't even mew Things looked grim for the girls that night, The feline was putting up quite the fight. A minute and ten, he was soon to win Before the female deer got wise with a grin. She leaned in close, whispering into his ear "That dog over there- the one with the cute rear?" A subby puppy with a thing for you kitty I saw him watching you, it's really quite the pity That you're up here and not down with him, So cute and cut, and beautifully slim Muscles so thick, and biceps so trim A canine hard pressed to give you a rim. Can you imagine, that long tongue he has, Working and licking and slurping your ass? That's all it took, for the tiger to blow His cock erupted putting on quite the show. He blushed deeply and returned to his seat with a sigh Before the canine in question, decided to try. They talked to each other, words soft and sweet And the kitty then offered the doggy a seat.
On stage the girls were winning their game Beating each and everyone down from fame No one could stand, their loving soft touch For every male that tried, it proved to much And so the game ended, with one more fur A feline named Jeice was sure to score! The kitty had red fur, and was ready and play He walked right up, and stood poised to stay. The girls all grinned, and got right to work, Teasing that kitty; already his cock gave a jerk. Melissa was on the bottom, her fingers nimble and small Tickling and massaging the underside of his balls Margie was timing, reading the watch nice and close And while the girls worked, a smiled curved under her nose Crystal was behind, with both paws on his rear, Her lips were whispering naughty thoughts to his ears. And last was Elly, who's fingers worked slow, The doe massaging the pubic fur for the show Jeice to his credit, stood firm and strong Although it was obvious it wouldn't take much to long. The three girls didn't let up, even as the seconds ticked by The kitty was quickly realizing the mistake of his try. His will was wavering, and quickly fading away And poor Jeice found he was unable to stay. They finished him off, much to his dismay With a time of 156- four seconds before his lay! He'd lost- he was the closest of all And he cursed the girls whom emptied his balls He grumbled and snarled and whined quite a bit, The crowd all laughed, the game was a hit!!
The bar closed down, the night was quite done Out of all the furs who played, not a single won. The girls were happy, disaster averted The stage was clean, of all the cum that was squirted. The chairs were put up, the glasses were clean The money was counted, the machine filled with green Crystal was right, they got out on time They all went home, around 2 the bell chimed. And Margie told Spark all about their story The mouse quite happy to have achieved the glory. And so all was well, and all ended right And it was another night, at Beautiful Twilight. | Beautiful Twilight: POP by Sparkle | [
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Saphira and Byzil awoke the next morning, feeling the warmth of the morning sun caress their sore bodies. They looked at each other lovingly and shared affectionate thoughts. Once they were done, Saphira stood up to stretch her limbs and noticed strings of their liquids sticking to each other's sacred regions. "We should go bathe in the oasis." Saphira said with a toothy grin. Byzil grinned back and stood up. They padded their way to the water source, brushing their scales amongst the luscious plant life.
They arrived momentarily to the glistening water source. Saphira started to walk into the surprisingly brisk water, and while she did she flaunted her hind end for Byzil. Byzil grinned and walked in after her, knowing fully well what will happen next. The small water source was just big enough for the two of them, rising above their shoulders and wide enough for both of them to fit. Their scales glistened like crystals when their hide was dampened. Saphira submerged her head under the water and positioned her snout between Byzil's legs. She started licking all around Byzil's sacred region to clean her sticky light blue scales. Byzil hummed with pleasure as she reached her paws to Saphira's sacred region and began to rub it. Their liquid dripped out into the water as they started to produce more. Saphira spread her leg upwards and gave Byzil access so she could use her tongue. She rested her foot on Byzil's back and gently clenched her toes to keep balance. Soon they were roaring and grunting as their juices flowed through the water. Saphira knew Byzil was close so she quickly took a breath of air and put her head back down to Byzil's vagina to shove her tongue deep into Byzil, tasting her richest juices. Saphira could feel the warmth of Byzil's inner body embrace her tongue. Byzil climaxed and squirted her juices around Saphira's tongue and into the water. Byzil did the same to Saphira, and Saphira also climaxed into the water.
Byzil then lied down with her neck and head sticking out of the water. Saphira lied on top of her and began to kiss her. They rubbed their bodies and paws all over each other to rub clean any grime. Saphira began to lick and nibble of over Byzil's body as their vaginas touched. Byzil squirmed as Saphira licked her sensitive regions. Eventually, Saphira made her way back to Byzil's neck and nibbled on it passionately. Saphira and Byzil embraced and started to kiss again, but, their kiss was cut short when a green-scaled dragon made his way into their sanctum. Saphira's face immediately turned into a snarl as she broke her embrace and leaped out of the water into a crouched attack position on the fertile ground. "What are you doing here." Saphira growled to Firnen. Embarrassed, Byzil quickly rolled over and removed herself from the water also. She nervously stood behind Saphira.
"Saphira..." Firnen said softly as he deposited a deer to the side. He had brought the deer as an apology, as was a custom among dragons. Firnen tried to say more, but Saphira's cold stare intimidated him otherwise.
"You ought to leave." Saphira said sternly with her claws digging into the ground.
With his head down, Firnen said, "Saphira, I am... sorry. I- I am at a loss for words of how I feel about..." Firnen paused and glanced up at Saphira. "us... other than regret and sorrow. Is there any way I can sedate your rage?"
It took Saphira a split-second to reply, "Leave us."
Firnen's facial features showed hurt and emotional agony as he looked at Saphira. His head was tilted halfway down, weighing heavily from his emotions. "Saph-"
"You overgrown green lizard, I said leave! Get it through your thick skull, I do not wish to see you ever again. What you did is unspeakable and could have exterminated our race!." Crystal clear tears began to roll down both Saphira and Firnen's face. Saphira turned her head away towards Byzil. She received a comforting presence from Byzil as she nudged her snout against Saphira's.
"Wh- What do you mean?" Firnen questioned.
Saphira looked back at Firnen, staring deeply into his emerald eyes. "You don't know what you did, do you?" Saphira waited several long seconds for a reply before continuing, "Your 'stunt' made me sterile. I haven't been able to produce eggs since that night... If it wasn't for the eggs we had found, you would have ended our race. Neither Eragon or the elves could heal me." Byzil looked at Saphira with the utmost concern. Byzil comforted her more, now with a deeper understanding of Saphira, but why did she hide that from her?
Firnen now understood the hatred that lied within Saphira's broken heart. "I- I jus- I didn't know." Firnen turned his body around with his hind-end facing them and put his head down.
"Your hurt me more mentally than you did physically. I want nothing to do with you ever again. Please Firnen, do not make this harder than it has to be." Saphira felt a small amount of sympathy towards her ex-lover, but she had moved on. "Even if I forgave you, I am with Byzil now, and she is my mate. Nothing can or will tear us apart."
* *
Her final words fused itself into Firnen's mind as he flew away. His mind began twisting everything that had just occurred into lies. He did not want to accept his loss, or that Saphira hated him. *She still loves me, but that white dragoness is forcing her away from me. I have to help Saphira, so we can be together again.* Plans and ideas began to formulate into his mind as he glided back down onto the opposite side of the large oasis. *Saphira will be mine.* | Chapter Eight by WannabeDragon | [
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With a snort of surprise, he sat up, shaking his eyes free of sleep. The echoes of some thunderous crash resounded about his cabin, the soft lights flickered, and the floor vibrated gently. He glanced down at the mess of writings and novels atop the desk and stood up, stretching sorely, looking about him in confusion.
He had fallen asleep at his desk again, still fully clothed. He slipped on his shoes and walked to the corridor, pulling the door back. One other creature was already there, a tall black panther. He was walking briskly to the stairwell, and looked back at the fellow panther in confusion and panic. He gestured to the stairway, indicating his path.
More creatures were entering now, a pair of rabbits at the far end opening their door, and following the black panther up the stairwell rapidly, close on his heels. A dog and a tiger also emerged, looking at the pale fur of the clothed panther, most of the others in various states of undress. He shrugged, and began to hurry off, following the fellow black feline, his own lighter fur reflecting the soft glow of the amber lighting in the panelled simplicity of the corridor.
He turned onto the stairwell, the trio up front already at the top, and gaped for a moment. The left wall of the flight was bent inward, like some grotesque bulging stomach, splinters scattered on the stair's rough carpet. As he jogged past the protrusion, he stared at it, frowning. He reached the top of the dim flight and pushed the metal door open, stepping out onto the deck.
He saw the three from below, the white fur of the lapines contrasting with the midnight frame of the feline, hurrying off into the dark alleyways of the huge metal containers that covered the deck forward of the bridge. For a moment he was going to call out to them, but looking left, he stopped, and stared.
The bridge, its tall shape normally proud and forward-facing, had been utterly crushed. The fine metalwork, the only real beauty on the entirety of the Hauler's Engine was bent inward, beneath the monstrous form of the rear tether mast. Foggy cloud partially obscured the scene, but somehow, the mast had fallen, backward, landing on the bridge.
He heard a gasp as another soul joined him, watching the ruin in mute panic. From its normal four-storey height, the command deck was now a mere metre or so rose from the deck, its entire structure having collapsed downward like a house of cards. The scene was dark; the hanging lamps on the mast which usually lit the deck were broken, occasional sparks causing the wreck to leer out of the mist.
"What the fuck happened..." The low voice of a Doberman rolled out, awed. More creatures were gathering now, a throng of those woken from their beds. Suddenly, a figure staggered from the rear end of the broken bridge, walking toward them, limping, out of the thin mist.
The panther jogged forward to him, met with a wave and a shake of the head. "I'm fine." He wore a tattered crewman's uniform, small bloodstains and rips covering it. "Stay calm folks." His voice was forced, wheezing. The crowd huddled forward, voices beginning to rise. He waved his hands for quiet.
"We need to evacuate the ship. The rear lifeboats are gone, I'm sorry; the mast took them with it. We need to get forward soon, everyone stay calm, and gather together. There're other crewmen just behind me." The huddle of creature's voices took on a panicked edge. Someone began to cry.
Seemingly on cue, six others emerged from the door to the rear balcony of the ship. Two crewmen supported a passenger on their shoulders followed by two engineers, and one officer, golden belt torn strolled at the front, face calm. He walked briskly towards the crowd, hands spread; he spoke reassuringly.
"Folks, we're going to be fine, my name's Terry Peterson, we are going to evacuate the ship, there's been some kind of accident. I want everyone lined out, can we get a headcount? Is there anyone left downstairs?" A human at the rear of the huddle spoke out.
"No, I just checked, all the rooms are empty!" The officer nodded.
"Alright then, everyone lining up please! In lines of six!" He motioned to the three crewmen, who began to walk forward, offering words of calm, handing blankets gleaned from the fire-stores to those few who were shivering. Despite the night, the air was warm, though dark, and the wind whistled under the spectral balloon above them.
Calm begin to cover the passengers, the fright of before leaving them as they were counted. An avian crewman shouted out to the officer, standing stern at the front of the group; a tall husky with a set face.
"Thirtyne sir! Six missing!" Came the avian's call. The pale panther looked forward with a frown and spoke up, the husky turning to look at him with a serious face.
"I saw three heading forward before you arrived! A panther and two rabbits." The officer nodded.
"That leaves three missing, we'll search as we go, come on let-" His words were silenced by a crash and a 'thump', harsh orange light bursting like a dirty star across the huddle. Flames leapt up, and creatures jumped to the deck. The confusion washed over the pale panther as he covered his head, stumbling forward, seeking respite from the heat.
He was knocked to the ground, sent spinning as a figure ran past him. He threw his vision upward and saw a group running, led by crewmen, pointing upward, to a broken walkway high above. He jumped up, and saw a horse, engulfed in dirty smoky flames, hurl himself from the far railing, into the night sky, screaming. Running forward, grabbing a discarded blanket, he thrust it onto a pool of flaming liquid that was coiling over the boards. Smoke gushed up and the officer was suddenly at his side, throwing another blanket, stamping at the fire. For an age, in the stinking smoke they battled, throwing buckets of sand and metal debris from the bridge onto the flames.
At last, gasping, those who had tackled the blaze stood. The fire flickered out. Before any words could be exchanged, the world split in two.
All were thrown down again, cries rolling up. A noise like the handclap of a giant cut the air, and more harsh light rained down. The panther rolled onto his back and looked up. Fire spat from the port side of the balloon, and the airship bucked fiercely. The walkway above swayed alarmingly, ropes swinging free. As the fire died, and the sound faded in his ears, he struggled to his feet.
Tattered fabric, flaming, swayed through the breeze around them, the balloon's skin evidently pierced. All looked up, confused and fearful.
"We need to get forward! Get everyone up!" The officer's voice was authoritative, the husky barking at the single crewman, an engineer, still with them. The group that had run off were nowhere to be seen. He pulled a gun of some kind from a box, and aimed it away to starboard, out into the starry night. With a whistling shriek a flare flew out into the dark, highlighting the husky's determined face in the rocket's red glare.
As the crowd gathered, the officer firing three more signals; their red glows picking harsh ragged shadows across the deck, turning the frightened, defiant crowd into macabre art. He beckoned, and began to walk forward. With a crunch, the ship bucked. The engineer gazed back, horrified at the rear of the ship.
"What's happening?!" The husky barked out at him.
"The engines are going over... there's too much heat, too much pressure. I need to go back. But... Sir, the boys down there should be doing this, if they're not..."
The husky glowered, gnashing his teeth in frustration. "Can't it be left?!" The engineer, a short pony, shook his head. The husky cursed and spoke again. "How many do you need?" The desolate equine spoke softly.
"Three. If we can't cool it down, it's going to explode. There'll be no time to get off. At least someone who knows engines." He looked; face ashen, at the huddle.
The panther stepped forward, immediately. A bitch, a collie, came forward at the same time. The officer gritted his jaw.
"I'll come too. All of you need-" The panther cut him short, voice calm and soft.
"No. You need to lead them; they're going to fall apart if you don't." He looked levelly at the frightened crowd. Another, a sheep this time, stepped out.
"I don't know engines." He spoke quietly. The engineer nodded, and beckoned the three, who walked with him, lost, moving like ghosts; yet determined. The officer looked pained.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to." The three looked at the husky's burning eyes. Their faces showed all he needed to know, and he nodded. "God bless your souls. All of you, come on, follow me!" The crowd hurried after him, moving confusedly toward hoped-for salvation, and the engineer quickly opened a small metal hatch in the deck, gesturing down.
"Here we go. Follow on." They descended the thick-set ladder, into a glowing chamber, full of steam. The hatch clicked shut, and the cool night air was cut off. The feeling of entrapment settles like a spectre upon their shoulders.
"My name's Peter. I'm the reserve engineer. I'll lay down what we're trying to do." They walked briskly along a cramped companionway, full of orange light, pipes leaking steam about them, arcane dials and wheels lining the walls. The panther, with a good knowledge of mechanics, understood some of the pieces, but by no means all.
"That groan meant the engines are too hot. Heat means pressure, pressure means groaning. Leave them that way for too long, and they'll go up in flames. Take the ship with them. We need to let off that heat, and I have a few hunches as to what we need to do. The other engineers should be taking care of it... But for all I know they're not here." They came to a cramped stairwell and walked down, the walls shaking gently around them. The panther's fur was already slick with sweat.
"I won't pretend to you lot. Someone's trying to bring the ship down, this isn't some accident. The mast was blown through, and we all saw the balloon go up. She'll hold onto air for a long time, but the Hauler's already sinking." The trio followed close, faces determined. "It's not far; the engines are just below us." The softly shaking floor confirmed the engineer's words.
He pointed to another, small ladder, and began to descend. The volunteers kept on his heels, and they entered the fiery confusion of the engine chamber.
On either side, huge shafts turned with greased thunders, steam rushed from thick vents and the glow of the ignition chamber far in front was enough to illuminate the entire space. They fanned out, looking across in awe, as Peter jogged down a step, beckoning them.
"OK, those vents on the port side are closed; they need to be open, one of you get up to that panel on the walkway!" He pointed, and the female collie immediately began to jog up, clambering over the rusted steps, the harsh light picking out her frame. "Ok, you two head starboard, you can work an engine?" He looked at the panther.
The pale feline nodded. The engineer spoke once more. "Ok, go and check the readouts, make sure all the pressures are ok, I'm sure they should be. Stay sharp." He ran to the port side, waving them off. The panther led the sheep, rapidly towards the side, his grip reassuring. The thunder of the groaning engines filling their ears.
"Just go and look at the dials, in that corner. Tell me what's in the red zones." He gently pushed the sheep onward, and walked to the other console, checking rapidly. All of the needles rested comfortably, bar a few pressure gauges that ticked just over the danger lines.
"There's one labelled 'Second Chamber Pressure'! It's just into the red area!" The sheep called out over the roar of the mighty engines. The panther waved back, shaking his head.
"That's fine, it's not too bad, I'm seeing it here too!" He looked at the panel and cranked the cooling vents to fully open on the shaft itself. Suddenly, he stumbled for the third time that night, and the roar of the engines increased tenfold. He wrenched his head around, to see fire gushing from the port shaft.
The collie was gone. The walkway on which she had stood was all aflame, melting in the incredible heat that flooded the room. He struggled forward, seeing the engineer pushing desperately through the fire toward a lever. All was screaming and burning. Metal fell from the ceiling. The noise was incredible.
Pushing forward, step by step, the engineer finally pulled the thick switch, and a great rush of coolant fell from tanks high above the shaft, with a furious hiss, spitting foam into the air. The fiery light dimmed, and the engine groaned to a halt, shaft bucking, the floor shaking enormously. The panther, fur singed, stinking, staggered over to the prone equine.
Both coughed as the acrid smoke filled their lungs. The sheep was following, slowly, covered in soot and metallic splinters. The panther gripped the engineers shoulder.
"Hey... Hey, you OK?" His voice was desperate. The engineer shook his head, eyes closed. His thick overalls were largely burnt through, and weeping wounds showed, livid, bleeding.
He spluttered, blood hitting the metal floor. "Get the up-thrusters on. Get off the ship. It'll keep her up longer." His faced was screwed in pain, and he curled up. With a wracking cough, the panther shaking him softly, the horse died.
The sheep approached, face expressionless. A desperate tear falling from his eyes, the panther looked up at him.
"My name's David. He's dead." The sheep's voice was cold, shocked. The feline nodded back, burnt tail curling around his thigh.
"I'm Kar. We have to get some more engines on, before we leave." He stood, coughing still. The smoke was thinning, the cooling port engine moaning gently, ticking and cracking.
"Show me what to do." Kar nodded, and beckoned, jogging across the still hot floor towards the ignition chamber. He pointed to a lever on the right, and took the left lever for himself. The sheep gripped.
"On my count. One. Two. Three." They yanked upward, and with a shudder, the sound of propellers became louder, as the landing thrusters, used to support the engine in an emergency, shifted into life. The entire chamber felt somehow unstable, bucking occasionally, and wisps of smoke still rose from floor panels, ominous creaks issuing from piping all around.
"Come on David." He looked around, and spotted an EXIT marking. They jogged forward, unsteadily as the floor's movements became more violent.
'Oh shit oh shit oh shit' Kar prayed, knowing something was wrong. As the jumped through the door, his fears were realised as with an explosive roar, fire gushed afresh, from the ignition chamber this time, flooding the room like liquid, burning their hair as the scrambled away.
"WE CAN'T STOP IT! WE HAVE TO GO!" He yelled over the unending, invading noise, like a physical, constant blow. He half-pulled the trembling sheep up a flight of steps, nearly falling. Flickering lights swayed overhead, and steam and smoke filled the narrow space. The walls popped like burning corn, as the metal of the chamber expanded. They struggled on.
Moving, clawing to life in the cramped, burning corridors, they pushed up, and finally they emerged, burnt, smoking, into a small foyer, smoke leaving it via a roof vent allowing them respite. Their progress was blocked. A heavy fire door closed the exit, and the metal foyer was a dead end.
David sunk to the floor, shaking in exhaustion, as Kar pressed forward, examining the controls by the door. He hit a button and the door slid open, revealing a long corridor to the outside air, blocked by another door at its end. He hit another button, and the far door opened, but the door on their side closed. A dull, dreading realization washed over him as he carelessly tapped the buttons in turn, flapping doors taunting him.
He stood David up, opened their door, and pushed him through. "Get off the ship." was all he said. The sheep watched him in wordlessness, knees trembling, shaking his head. Kar attempted to enter the corridor and jab at the button from within, but it was out of his reach, around a more than ninety degree bend. There were no controls in the corridor. He stepped back out, weeping gently, and pressed the switch, sealing himself inside; allowing David escape.
The sheep, eyes glistening, rested his head against the thick, tiny glass window of the closed door. David looked up at him in wordless admiration, turned, and fled, into the night air. Kar slumped against the bulkhead, tears breaking the soot on his face. The heat rose steadily. He struggled to his feet and looked at the control boards lining the room. They offered no escape, only fuel and engine load controls.
He looked at the fire door, and considering the flames beginning to encroach towards his space, made a sickening realization. The engines were going to explode, after the fire doors had failed. The bulkheads were nicknamed "Folders", he had been told, totally useless, serving only to waste effort, unable to resist the heat of a true engine fire.
The explosion would tear the deck apart. The doors were designed to resist such an explosion and channel it backward, harmlessly away from the ship, but they would melt, far too early. Sweat coated his brow, but calmly, he walked to a panel and began to turn the fuel dials.
He pumped the fuel lines, currently closed to prevent the fire's spreading, with a high air mix, and selected the fuel doors with their switched, glowing green indicators; like beautiful emeralds to his smoke-stung eyes. He put a bleeding hand to the 'Open' switch, fingers flexing, and breathed slowly. He wished love to all he knew, and turned the warm brass key. His sacrificial flesh turned to ash, and his souls' light was obscured in the golden flames. | Sacrifice by Bjorn | [
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A flower
Nick was a very wealthy and brilliant man living in Chicago he was 6ft 5inches tall and weighted 265lbs. he put fear in to peoples eyes and minds for what he did. Lets start from the beginning it was 1896 and Nick was 23 years old and just getting his fortune by inventing methods for construction, surgery and mining he got richer every day but he never became happier.
Two years later when he was walking out of the bank he bumped in to Rose. She was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She was 5ft 6inches, had golden flowing heir, eyes that sparkled in the light, a smile that light up the night sky and a voice that could make a man melt. When they both looked in to each other's eyes they both fell in love and nothing could separate them. He always told her how much he loved her and all the things he would do for her. She never asked for anything except just for him to be there for her. He always felt like she deserved more so he always made sure she had everything she wanted.
She loved flowers and everything they stood for. Every day she walked in to her small apartment and wondered what new flower he filled the small apartment with. She loved how hard he tried to show her he loved her. She always told him how much she loved him and every day she would ask him why he put all those flowers in her apartment and she told him he did not have too because she knew he loved her and she loved him and that would never change. He answered the question only once and that was after a month. He said "I love you and you are the most beautiful person in the world and I'm only showing you that a room of flowers could never be even half as beautiful as you are" then he pulled a box that he hid under the table beside them. With the box in his hand he knelled on one knee and opened it inside was a beautiful probably the most beautiful flower in the world with a gorgeous diamond ring around the stem but all she saw was the flower. Nick said "I made this flower for you in my lab I did my best to make it as beautiful as you but it is impossible but with this flower and ring will you make me the luckiest guy in the world and merry me?" She stood in front of him speechless and smiling. He knew what that meant. He slid the ring on her finger and two days got married.
He did not stop showing her that she was never taken for granted. One day he took her to a beautiful mansion it was not the biggest; not even close but it was the most beautiful with the biggest garden full of flowers, trees and bushes.
She was amazed at it all "who would have made this it is so beautiful"
He smiled "you like it?"
"Yes I have never seen anything like it. Who lives here?"
He looked her in the eyes and with a huge smile on his face and said "you do"
She looked at him like he was crazy "what?"
He was still smiling "it's all yours just like me" he gave her a big kiss "I built it with my own two hands and I filled it with the best hand crafted furniture".
They both moved in that day. Everything was perfect. One day he left for a business meeting with a new coal company who wanted the best way to start mining. It was May 7/1920 10:27pm it was raining when he walked in to that silent house he only heard the rain. He walked to the kitchen and saw a book about flowers he smiled and went to the stove and poured himself a cup of home grown tea and walked to the table and looked at the book and all the things she underlined. His smile got bigger and bigger. Then he heard something fall upstairs he got up and walked to the stairs he walked right past the hand painted picture of his beautiful love on the wall and went up to the second floor. He saw that the light was on in there bedroom. He entered. What he saw was horrifying a man standing over a bloody body of a woman. The man did see him when as he stuck a knife into the woman.
Nick stood in the doorway looking at the horror in front of him. Tears rolled down his face as the image of this sunk in deeper and deeper the image of his beautiful wife was replaced with blind anger. He picked up a piece of glass from the broken mirror that was on the wall. He walked up to the monster on top of a bloody corpse the piece of glass cutting in to his hand as he skewered it from anger. He picked up his bloody hand and stuck the bloody piece of glass into the man's back. The man screamed with pain and fell off the blood covered bed where Roses bloody body was laying on. Nick walked past the injured man on the ground and walked to Rose he burst in to tears as he started remembering how she would pick flowers and smile at him how it made him feel when he saw her every day.
He kneeled beside her and said "I love you and always will. God made a beautiful angel and tried to make the world as good as you but not even could do it" the tears flowed from his eyes "I love you. Good bye my only love" his eyes full of tears he turned to the man trying to crawl away.
Nick got off his knees and walked toward the man on the ground "you killed her you killed an angel" in a harsh and angry voice. The man pulled a six shooter from his pocket ands with a smile on his face fired. Nick was hit two times in the chest and once in the arm. Nick did not even make a sound he just walked closer to the man when he got close enough he pulled the piece of glass from the man's back. The man wailed in pain Nick stood in front of him with an angry look. The man said with terrible pain and fear in his voice "please have mercy" Nick smiled and said "god gives mercy" Nick gave out a chuckle "but I don't!" and with the piece of glass held tightly in his hand sliced the man across the face. The man rolled around screaming in terrible pain.
Nick smiled more with every second the man was in pain for hours Nick tortured the man in the house after he finally killed him he went to the bathroom and cleaned the blood off and stitched himself up. When he looked in the mirror that was in the bathroom he did not see the man who he used to be a gentle, nice and forgiving man now he saw a poor man a man with nothing. His eyes were no longer bright and full of love they were dull and full of hatred for the world that took Rose from him. He took the man's body and buried it in the backyard where he built his lab. He took Roses body and cremated it he put the ashes into a 24keret earn and placed it on the table in the front of her portrait that look out of a big bay window.
Nick cleaned the house there was not one trace of what happened in it. He locked the windows and doors and never stepped a foot in to the house he built for her again. He looked out at the world the he going to terrify and destroy for what happened. For the next 12 years he had two new victims every week. Missing posters filled the streets and bodies filled Nicks backyard. The police could not ignore it anymore it was 12 years since the first person went missing they hat to act. They searched every neighborhood until they got to a big house that looked like it was not touched in years. The officers knocked on the front door but no answer they went to the back one of the officers tripped on what he thought was a rock. He yelled out for backup the other officers ran to help and in front of them a skull lying on the ground. From nowhere Nick appeared with a bloody hatchet in his hand that had 12 years of blood on the blade "what are you doing on my property?" one of the officers turned and saw the bloody hatchet. The cop reached for his side arm but Nick was to fast and stuck the blade in to the cop's neck then went after the rest of the officers.
Not one could hit Nick in no time the hatchet had a fresh coat of blood the blood from seven officers of the law. When the officers did not call in on the progress the chief of police called more officers to the last place the seven officers went to. More and more officers went to the property that belonged to Nick when they arrived they saw three police cruisers in flames and like a ghost Nick with the hatchet started attacking officers right and left but there were around 20 officers this time he could not keep up and then shouts rang out as six rounds entered this body.
Nick dropped to his knees then four more rounds entered his back and two ripping right through his body. He dropped on to the grass face first slowly the remaining six officers surrounded him and just stood there as him lay dying. With his last moments of life were passing bye he said something that he used to say every day "I love you Rose my precious love my whole world" the images of here came back in to his mind tears rolled down his face "I love you so much and I will never stop" his life fading "I promise" the last thing he saw was a flower. It was the same flower that he had and proposed with. The most beautiful flower in the world and the only one of it's kind. Just like she was. He finally closed his eyes and died in the garden were she spent all her time. In death he will always be feared for what he did.
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Text: "This is such bullshit."Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit. Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader. At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore."Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws. You lost."Worth mentioning is that the cheer team consistently maintained a minimum 3.0 GPA average, and Tia in particular had a 3.8 and built working Stirling engines in her spare time. So spare me your outrage, please."What's even the point of parades?" Tia retorted, folding her arms defiantly across her chest. "It's a bunch of people walking in front of other people when nobody even wants to be there.""True," another said, "but we've done it for the past thirty-three years and the Dean isn't about to stop now... and, you -did- lose."Tia scowled, hoping that by being imposing and defiant she could somehow bend reality to get her out of the situation she was in. She failed. "Fine," she sighed, uncrossing her arms. "Let's get this over with."One approached her with a large aerosol can, pulling off the plastic top before spraying her down. The substance was thick and clammy, soaking into her outfit and coating her skin. Tia grimaced as her clothes stuck to her, layers of the spray building up. "I hope this is worth-" She stopped, sputtering and blinking as the other cheerleader brought the can up to head level, covering her face and hair before stepping away. "Was that really necessary?!"She checked the can. "It says to cover everything so... yes. Make sure you keep your arms and legs spread."Tia did as she was told, shifting her stance and keeping her arms away from her sides. The clamminess faded, replaced by an unpleasant stickiness; she wiggled her fingers and toes to keep them from attaching to one another but that only seemed to make it worse. Rolling her shoulders, she noted a gradual stiffness in her body that spread to her limbs, making them harder to move. With no small amount of effort she managed to turn her head briefly, looking down at one arm to see the details and blemishes on her fading away as it took on a uniform color with an unnatural hue and sheen - not her skin tone, but a rubbery facsimile of it. Her fingers stuck together and, somehow, she felt her clothing no longer touching her skin. She tried moving a part of her body, any part, and none of it responded; she couldn't even blink, and any hopes of speaking disappeared when the corners of her mouth turned up in a wide grin and stuck that way. There was a quiet series of squeaks and creaks, and she was suddenly overcome by a bout of light-headedness, feeling her body very slowly tip backwards before someone effortlessly caught her.What she could only assume, others could plainly see: Tia was now a balloon, her cheerleading uniform printed on her rubbery body just as surely as her cheerful expression. Much to her dismay.As Tia contemplated the choices which lead her to this point, the others set about securing ropes around her ankles and wrists, ensuring that the loops could slide freely. She wondered what for, up until someone rolled a large tank of helium into view.Oh no, she thought. No, no, no no no...One of them uncoiled the hose, turning the knob on the tank a few times before giving the nozzle a tap, being rewarded with a burst of gas. She plugged it into Tia's navel, and Tia heard a hissing resonating inside of her as every part of her body began to stretch, her line of sight rising higher. The others watched her with a mixture of emotions as she grew to double her normal height, then turned their heads skyward as she felt her feet leave the ground.I'm floating? This is kind of nice, I- no, I shouldn't be... what was I thinking about, again?The cheerleaders took hold of the ropes as she ascended, pulling her into a face-down position overhead as the hose still piped gas into her. Every part of Tia swelled with helium, round and full but still human in shape even as she increasingly dwarfed them in size.So much gas, but more is coming in. So big. So... floaty.One of them looked up at Tia before turning to another. "How much bigger does she need to be?"The second checked the back of the aerosol can. "It says the average person takes an entire tank, so we'll let it drain before we walk her to the parade site."Parade? Parade sounds fun. 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Costume After Effects John heard the soft clop behind him. He tried to ignore it for a moment or two, but he could feel her eyes on him. Grabbing a piece of toast, he angrily smeared butter on it. “I’m still mad at you.”
Wendy didn’t answer for a moment. “I know.”
The room fell silent again, except for the scratch of the knife on the toast as John spread jam over the slightly burnt sourdough. “It’s not fair.”
“I never said it was fair.” Wendy’s voice carried a soft level of rebuke, but at the same time he could hear the sadness in it.
John knew she hadn’t meant to do this; it had just been a lark and he’d agreed to it. He shifted, his own hooves clopping slightly on the hard tiles of the floor. The hooves were bad enough, but they weren’t what upset him. “I can’t believe you talked me into that costume.” His tail swished.
“Look, I said I was sorry, it just seemed like a great way to win the contest.” She shifted away from the wall, her hooves echoing in the small kitchen as she moved towards him. Reaching out she wrapped her arms around him, her hands clasping gently around his waist.
John set down the toast and ran his hands over her arms. It was hard to stay mad. But he was. The costume had been a brilliantly made centaur costume. She’d insisted it’d be better if she were the front. Of course, it gave her a chance to show of her great tits, but she also argued she didn’t want her face stuffed in there if he let loose a fart. He'd been just as adamant about not wanting to have his head pressed into the crack of her ass all evening, but she’d just persevered and of course she won. Into the back end he’d gone. No one had told him the suit was magic. No one had bothered to warn him as his body had melded into hers. And certainly no one had said that he’d end up coming out of the suit a new gender. He could feel it down below. It was strange, not really the emptiness he’d expected, but different, most definitely so. He’d been furious when he’d woken up, their bodies unfused and his memory nearly non-existent.
Wendy was gently rocking back and forth trying to console him. She’d apologized. She hadn’t realized that the magic would change his cock and balls out for a vulva. Certainly not a horse one. Not that it mattered when she was half horse herself. When they’d unmerged, both each had retained a lot of that equine shape. Her from the waist down, though she lacked the tail. But even now her body was slowly shifting back fully. Only her calves and feet still retained their magical shape.
John had not been so lucky. He’d awoken to find he had a pair of small teats nestled above a very inhuman slit that dripped with desire. His tail and hooves, well he could have dealt with that. But finding his morning wood missing had just sent him into a panic.
Five hours later and the fur was slowly receding from his hips, but all his vulva had done was take on a slightly more human shape. His teats had shrunk a bit too, but they weren’t gone yet. There was no sign of his cock. Worse, he was horny.
“Talk to me. Please?” Wendy whispered in his ear.
“I’m just having a hard time with this, okay. I didn’t expect to wake up with new equipment. I don’t even know how the party went.” John tried to remain angry, but his body was responding to her touch. There was a sense of his nearly human pussy still being slightly horse-like. It spasmed, opening and closing on its own, begging for something to fill it. “It was fun. We didn’t win though.” She let her mind drift to the night before. It’d been wild. To be honest, it’d gotten much wilder than she’d ever imagined it would have. She hadn’t expected the magic to turn her into a fully functioning centaur. The surprise came when she’d lifted her tail for an inspection by a curious guest and they’d promptly stuck their fingers into her dripping horse cunt. She’d almost lost it right there. She wasn’t sure how to let John know that she’d ended up having sex with several people who wanted the experience. She’d loved every minute of it, but clearly John couldn’t remember how good it had felt. She wasn’t sure she could tell him given how he’d responded when they awoke this morning.
John gave an incredulous look that Wendy could see mirrored in the shiny surface of the toaster. “So I got a sex change for nothing?”
“Well, not for nothing, I mean we did place. We got a nice gift card. It just wasn’t the cash.” Wendy tried to bury her face into his shoulders, hoping he’d forgive if he ever found out.
“Oh, so I got a sex change so you could go to Williams-Sonoma?” There was a biting tinge to his voice on that. He was still upset. He gently pulled free of her embrace and grabbed his plate to go sit down for breakfast.
She watched him. His hooves clopping on the floor, his tail swishing, revealing his slightly plump ass. She could just make out the swell of his vulva under the curve of his ass as he bent forward to set things on the table.
“What?” He said as he turned to look at her.
“It’s cute.”
His face screwed up with confusion. “What’s cute?” “Watching you walk like that.” Wendy eyed him as he attempted to sit, having trouble with the tail that wouldn’t quite cooperate.
“I don’t feel cute.”
Wendy groped for words, trying to figure out how to ask for what she wanted when he clearly didn’t want anything to do with his new features. “I’m sure it will change back.”
Crunch. John bit into his toast and chewed. “What if it doesn’t?”
Wendy shrugged. “We make the best of it?”
“We? Pretty sure this is on me.” John took another bite, chewing slowly while he stared out the window.
“I mean,” Wendy stammered a moment, “there are, um, things that we’ve talked about, and well…”
John’s eyebrow cocked up, “Wait, what?”
“I told you I was interested in trying it with, you know, another woman and well, you’d been open to the idea.” Wendy said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
John still caught it. “I was thinking a threesome, you know, where I would get to enjoy having a bit of extra pussy in the bed too.”
“Well, technically speaking you could now…”
His reply was snappish. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
“But you could.” Wendy slipped up behind him, trying not to feel self- conscious about the sound of her hooves. She reached down his chest, feeling the small furry patch across his pecs. “I’m pretty sure I don’t.” He muttered.
“Are you not even willing to try once? For me?” Wendy batted her eyes and pressed her breasts into his shoulder as she reached lower. Her nails grazing his navel.
She could feel his stomach flutter under her touch. He’d already dropped the piece of toast he’d been eating. For a moment there was silence. Her fingers deftly moving her long nails across the small gap between his navel and the tiny mounts that still rose between his hips, crowned with those dark tips. She guessed they were basically nipples. She wanted to suck on them.
“I, uh…” John couldn’t really find his voice as parts of him really wanted her to do exactly what she proposed. Parts of him that were clearly making a mess of the chair right now. He could feel her pillowy breasts up against the side of his head, a warm comforting feel. He desperately wanted to turn and lick and suck on the already hard nipples, but his mind spun as she dragged it downward as her nails slowly made their way to his tiny teats. They sprang to attention on the slightest hint of her touch. “Oh.” It just slipped out.
“Are you sure, I can’t convince you?” Her voice turned sultry, her fingers now drifted a low as her arm could reach, the tips just barely nudging the edges of the small valley that would open for her.
“I, uh.” There was no denying the pool of himself that he was sitting in now. His body warming in ways he’d never considered. He’d no idea that his body had already felt the touch of something inside, but in his mind her was untouched. The sensations were new. Overwhelming. His leg shook a little. She was winning. No. She’d won.
Slowly she pulled him up to her side, letting him feel as she ran her fingers against the plumped lips that nestled between his legs. She could feel his tremors as she pulled them to the bedroom. She could smell his excitement. Her own juices were flowing now too. She slowly lay him down on the bed. Gently spreading his hips wide revealing the dark cleft of his. Wendy’s mouth almost watered. It was gorgeous, and already slick with her lover’s own juices. Gently she bent downward, slowly kissing from his navel down to those cute little teats that remained. She’d almost wished they’d stay, but already they were merging back into his body. A pity, she thought. But the real prize was that firm clit that bobbed slightly.
Her tongue flicked out. She heard the gasp. Soon she would do more, but she wanted to go slow. Her fingers gently swirling around the soft flesh, feeling how warm and pliable it was. The soft stretchiness that welcomed her touch. She could see his vagina opening and closing, the dark skin still retaining some of its equine properties, but very much the lovely cunt of a human woman. A horny human woman.
She dipped down in again, letting her tongue guide her. Slipping the tip against the soft folds, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She worked her rhythm, feeling his legs tremor and hearing his soft moans as she moved about the folds. He tasted delicious. She slowly engulfed his clit with her lips, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. His back arched, she could feel his body tensing as she slipped a finger in, curling it against that spot she knew in her own body. He let out a cry, and fell backwards.
“Oh, wow… I’m going to need a minute.” He panted.
“Only a minute.” She said coyly, looking up at him.
“You sure? I usually can’t go again that fast.”
“Honey, I’m about to teach you how many times a woman can go.” Wendy smiled as she started to rub her fingers down his thighs again.
It was all John could do not to scream. His limbs shook and his hands clenched the bedsheets as his wife slowly worked him over like he was one of her musical instruments. Deftly, delicate one moment, and savage the next. And his body ate it up.
If he was still angry about his impromptu changes from the night before, he could no longer remember why.
For her part, Wendy just grinned, enjoying every moment of watching her lover come hard from her touch. Just wait until I bring out the toys, she thought. He was going to get the full experience for as long as the magic lasted. | null | [] | {
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Rory's Day At School By : Panthera
This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author.
Rory normally liked going to school, but he was particularly looking forward to school today. He was wearing his brand new clothes that his mom had let him actually pick out himself. Rory liked everything he had on, his light blue T-shirt, a pair of black jeans, with a hole made in the back so his tail could sway freely behind him, and even a brand new pair of white shoes. This little tiger cub was particularly proud of himself and how he looked today. The sky was a little cloudy and steadily growing cloudier and cloudier. Rory hoped it wouldn't rain before he got to his school. He didn't want his brand new clothes to get all wet before everyone in his first grade class could see them. Luckily for him, he stepped into the door of his school just as the first few drops of rain began to fall. Before long it was raining steadily outside. Rory didn't like that. If the rain kept up for long, it would mean they would have to spend recess inside. He put that thought aside for now as he sat down in his seat and looked up at the teacher, a very nice, but large rhino named Mr. Hoon, though the class usually just called him Mr. Horn. Mr. Hoon called the roll call, and then began class for the day. Rory was a smart cub usually, and he listened and followed Mr. Hoon's directions well. Rory lost track of time as he went through math and spelling and reading and social studies. Next thing he knew, it was lunchtime. Mr. Hoon lined everyone up by the door. To his dismay, Rory found himself right in front of a lion cub named Steven. Rory knew Steven liked to see if he could get others into trouble, so for now he tried to just ignore him. To everyone's sadness, Mr. Hoon announced that because of the rain, they would be spending their recess inside. The entire first grade class was rather sullen as they walked to the cafeteria. They sat down and ate their lunch pretty quietly, and even though he was sitting next to Steven, Rory was happy to see he didn't try to do anything to get him in trouble. As they were walking back to their classroom, Rory suddenly felt someone from behind him grab onto his tail and give it a hard pull. Rory mewled out loudly with the pain and he turned around quickly to see Steven grinning at him and holding some orange and black hairs in his paw. Rory growled as best he could at Steven and smacked Steven's cheek hard. Next thing they knew, the two cubs were rolling around on the floor, growling, mewling and doing their best to scratch at each other. They wrestled around for a few minutes before Mr. Hoon and another teacher, an antelope named Mrs. Lewis, managed to pull the two cubs apart. Rory's new shirt had a tear on the shoulder and Steven had a bloody nose. Mrs. Lewis took the first grade class back to the classroom while Mr. Hoon took the two cubs to the principal's office. The principal was a large black panther named Mr. Elwin. Mr. Elwin was normally a very calm and caring p t someone else! No matter what they do to you!" The two cubs looked at each other a moment before looking back to Mr. Elwin. Mr. Elwin sighed again. "I have no choice but to punish you both for this fight. Steven, since you've been here so often already, I'll punish you first, and then you Rory. Get over here Steven. You already know the position." Rory watched in fear as Steven walked to the other side of Mr. Elwin's desk and dropped his pants and even his underwear. Mr. Elwin nodded his head and then grabbed the paddle off the wall. Rory frowned as he saw the paddle landing over and over on Steven's bottom, each time making a loud WHUMP!, and followed by the sound of Steven crying. After only a couple of minutes, Steven pulled up his underwear and pants and was sent to stand in the corner, still crying. Mr. Elwin nodded, "And now you Rory. Do the same as he did." Rory mewled sadly and walked to the other side of the desk and bent over it, getting into position. "And your pants and undies now Rory." Rory frowned and slid them both down to his knees. Next thing he knew, the wooden paddle was landing down on his bottom, leaving a long streak of fiery pain each time it landed. Rory found himself also crying after the first whack of the paddle, but Mr. Elwin continued, landing the paddle a total of ten times before he stopped. Rory had tears running down his cheeks as he pulled his pants and underwear back up, then went over to stand in the opposite corner. As both of the cubs stood there crying and softly rubbing their pained, lightly furred bottoms, they heard Mr. Elwin pick up the phone and call their parents. He kept the cubs standing there in the corners until their parents arrived. Rory's mom and Steven's mom arrived there at the same time. Mr. Elwin explained what had happened to them both, and Rory felt his mother's paws suddenly turn him around. She wasn' growling quite, but from her look, Rory knew he was in serious trouble. His mother drug him off and Rory just barely heard Steven's mom mention something about teaching Steven a lesson with a switch. As Steven stood there crying again, Rory was taken out into the car. His mom took off and said nothing, but she was growling the entire time she drove Rory home. She carried him into the house, walking quickly. She sat him down on a stool in the kitchen, making him cry a bit again as the pain on his butt was refreshed for him. She spent a good hour yelling at him and growling. As Rory looked down at his footpaws and listened, she pointed to his room and said one last thing. "Rory! I'm too mad to punish you myself! Get into your room and wait for your father! He'll be in with the belt as soon as he gets home for lunch!" Rory mewled sadly and ran off to his room. He laid down on his bed on his belly and tried not to think about the inevitable. Before long he heard his father's truck entering the driveway. Rory let out another sad mewl as he heard the door opening. Remembering his father's warning from last time, Rory went ahead and stripped out of all his clothes, even his underwear, and scooted down the bed, laying his legs over the side and leaving his bottom up in prime view. A moment later, his father walked in. Rory's father was normally even-tempered, but right now, Rory saw a look of only anger on his father's face. His father actually growled at him, a sound that made Rory's blood run cold. Rory caught a glimpse of the black leather belt and buried his muzzle into the bed sheets. His father looked down at him, growling still. "Rory! What you did was totally unacceptable! I plan to make extra goddamned sure you think twice before you start a fight again cub!" Rory barely had time to mewl in fear before he felt the sting of the belt land across his already red bottom, sending him into new tears and never felt before pain. The belt landed again across his butt. Rory yelled out in pain and cried out more tears than he ever had before into the bed sheets. The black leather belt never let up though. As Rory continued to cry, the sting made line after line of pain across his rump. After an eternity of hurting and pain, the belt finally stopped. Rory's father growled down at him. "Think about this cub! And you'll get another good belting tonight when I get home from work! I expect you ready for the belt again cub! We'll just see if you ever try to fight again!" Rory sniffled and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes with his paws as his father left. He stayed in that position, halfway bent over his bed, for a long while crying. Finally he got up and walked slowly and quietly to the bathroom. After relieving his suddenly full bladder into the toilet, he closed the door and frowned at the sight of his bottom. Even with his little bit of fur over his butt, his rump was still glowing bright red, with a few tiny welts running across it here and there. Rory sniffled and almost cried again at the thought of what he had coming to him later that evening. He went back into his room and moped around there. As time dragged by he played a little, finding himself not really in the mood to play. He looked outside, and even though it was still cloudy and raining, he could tell the evening was rapidly approaching. Rory really didn't feel like doing anything, so he hopped up onto the bed and got into his position again. A while later, after Rory had nearly dozed off a couple of times, his heart stopped as he heard his father's truck pull up again. Rory frowned and tried to brace himself as he heard his father's footsteps approaching. Rory was slightly relieved that he wasn't growling, but he was holding the belt. He stopped at the door and Rory looked up at him. Rory mewled out softly, "Dada?" His father stopped. "Yes Rory?" Rory took a breath, "I .. I'm sorry dada." "And why is that son?" "Be .. because I did something bad ... and I got into a fight and because you and mama said you don't want me to fight." His father's face brightened up suddenly and he almost smiled. "And Rory .. what would you do if someone else pulled your tail again." Rory thought a moment, then spoke up, "I get the teacher dada!" "And you wouldn't do anything to the fur yourself?" Rory thought for a long minute about this before he answered. "No dada. I not a teacher or a dada." His father finally did smile, "Do you want me to spank you again Rory?" Rory didn't have to think about this one. He shook his head quickly, "No dada! Not ever again!" His father smiled and rubbed his son's back softly. "How about you get dressed then? Your mom's making pork chops for dinner." Rory smiled and licked his lips, "An' applesauce and gravy too dada?" He chuckled and smiles, "Of course son. See you downstairs. Love you." Rory smiled brightly as he started to get dressed. "Love you too dada!"
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*All the events in the following story are completely and totally false. Every word presented is a word of fiction, because not one iota of it occurred. So in other words, this never happened, it's all fiction people.*
"Sure you don't want me to go along with you Heesh?" I asked, helping Elisha with her packing. She was going to Canada for a week to visit her family.
"I'm telling you Jake, I'll be fine," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "It's just for a week. Figured I'd drop by, see how everyone's doing."
"Why can't I join you on this epic quest babe?"
"Because I feel bad enough you've taken so much time off from your store already, I don't want you taking anymore. Besides, I want to ease them into the idea of me being with a guy who's not a total ass. I've run into a few of them, and the shock of me actually being with a nice guy might be too much for them."
"All right. I'll accept that as your answer. But you will have to pay me back big time when you get back."
"Well, I think I'll brainstorm some ideas, get with a think tank, then decide the best way to repay you for leaving you all on your lonesome for a week, you poor baby," she said, kissing me on the lips. "Besides, we still have tonight to spend together before I'm off."
"You are correct my lady," I said, sweeping her up into my arms and laying her down her bed. "And since I figure Monopoly isn't the best way to send you off..." I put my face to her neck and started kissing her, leading with my tongue to meet her lips in another kiss.
"Wait a second, I could have had Monopoly?" she asked. "What a gip!" She giggled as she kissed me again.
"If it makes you feel any better, I had already called the race car," I said with a smile as she removed my shirt and threw it to the floor. I reached to her blouse and delicately began to unbutton and open it up. As soon as the unveiling was done, I helped her remove the blouse, and it soon joined my shirt one the floor of her room.
Elisha soon turned the table, pushing me onto the bottom position. She straddled herself over my legs as she undid my belt, delivering her trademark smirk. Soon enough, my belt was unbuckled, the opening to my pants soon followed. She creeped up off the bed, and slowly slid my pants down, leaving me in boxers, which she also removed.
I was gong to get up to join her when she signaled me to stay in position. She moved herself into her bathroom, her stereo remote in hand. The only thing I saw was her hand. She pressed a button on the remote, and "Crazy" by Aerosmith began playing. As soon as Steven Tyler uttered those words, 'C'mere baby', she was out, dressed in her bra, a white blouse, a pair of white cotton panties, and a fedora. The fedora was tilted, barely covering her face, but I could tell as soon as she spun and pointed to me, she was lip-synching this song.
She started moving her hips to the song, twirling herself as completely as she could around her bedpost. She faced me from the front of the bed, and undid her bra, twirling it in the air and throwing it towards me, a smile crossing her face. She kept the blouse closed over her breasts, only allowing teasing peaks, small giggles escaping her lips with every flash. She turned her back to me, and slowly began to slink the blouse of, showing me her smooth back, her wicked smile meeting my eyes.
Slowly, the shirt completely fell to the floor, but she quickly drew one of her arms over her breasts and used the other to bring her hand to her face in a feigned look of shock. She quickly turned her back to me again, and started to move her hips back and forth to the drum beat, her thumbs looped around her panties, slowly edging them down. Soon, they were completely down. She lifted them up and tossed them to me from over her shoulder. She turned her head around and gave me a sly wink, and she then threw the fedora towards me. Unfortunately, she didn't take into account that the hat had almost frisbee qualities, and beaned me in the eye.
"Oh my God baby," she said, dropping the stripper act and running to me. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry, doesn't hurt that much," I said, kissing her deeply.
"You sure?"
"Definitely. Now, not to sound too pig like, but may we continue with where we were going?" She gave me a smile and continued kissing me. She got on top of me, and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. She let out a soft moan as I was all the way in her. She moved her hands to mine, and grasped them hard as she began to ride me.
She leaned over to kiss me, licking my lips as she moved her head away. I leaned upwards and took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, as she raked her nails across my back.
I lifted her slightly to a new position, her on bottom now. I cradled the sides of her head with my hands as I began to slowly thrust into her. She moved her head to the side and licked the palm of my hand as I began to move into her faster. She propped herself up on her arms and we moved into a sitting position.
I reached under and cupped her ass as I began to thrust harder into her, sweat dripping onto her toned stomach as I began to get closer to my orgasm. I reached a hand in between us and began to frig her clit as best I could, getting a definite good response from her, a deep moan emanating from her mouth. She put her arms around my neck as she began to meet me for every thrust, grinding against me in random sections. She removed her arms from around my neck and placed them behind her, leaning on them as I held onto her, thrusting into her. I moved my right hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, our faces staying close for the duration of our activity. Our eyes locked on one another.
Eventually, it happened, but different this time. We reached our peaks at the exact same moment. No delay between us. As she hit her orgasm, I hit mine. At the exact moment her pussy clamped down, I shot my cum into her. She laid her head onto my shoulder, both of us resting in the afterglow of it all.
"I love you Jake," she whispered into my ear.
"Love you too Elisha," I replied.
"Let me check, I got my rabbit's foot, my lucky penny," Elisha mumbled as she was getting her things together for her trip. "I think I'm good to go."
"Then let's get going my lady," I said, opening the door for her as we walked out. After she locked her door, we hopped into my car.
"I swear babe, I have never seen anyone with so many good luck charms and rituals for getting on a plane," I said to her. "Walking on the plane right foot first, I mean come on, that sounds like a bit too much of fear of sense."
"You're one to talk Crackerjack," she said with a smirk. "What is it your mom says you used to do before any plane ride to visit your uncle? Recite the Green Lantern oath of duty?"
"Hey, now that's legit. I figure JUST IN CASE it's real, I'm at least safe."
"I swear, you are SO lucky I think your dorkiness is sexy," she giggled, kissing me on the cheek.
I gave Elisha a grand goodbye kiss at the gate, and then left to meet Dyl at the store. After the initial shock of the thought of him and Mila together, it soon faded. I was actually kind of happy for him. She seemed receptive to it, and Dyl was pretty happy, so any concern faded form my mind. I was happy, Mila was happy, my little world was safe.
As I walked into the store, I got the picture of Dyl and Mila making out on the counter. And again rose the green-eyed monster, and I ain't talkin' the Hulk.
"You know, I think its against policy to act out the Kama Sutra," I said loudly, startling Dyl enough to fall on the floor. "I mean, Dr. Seuss would certainly be more family friendly."
"Hi there buddy," Dyl said, partially disappointed. "You might try knocking first next time."
"You know I would, but A: its my store, and B: we're open."
"Oh yeah...," he replied, composing himself a bit.
"Well, I need to be going anyway," Mila said, hopping off the counter and kissing Dyl on the cheek. "Need to be back on set. See you two around. And remember Dyl, you're taking me out tonight."
"Who'd forget something like that?" he said with a smile as she walked out the door. Oddly enough, Mila barely even gave me a wave as she exited. I went behind the counter and gave a smug look to Dyl.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"You don't waste any time do you?" I asked with a smirk.
"You're one to talk. How long was it before you got in Elisha's pants?" he asked
"You're lucky you're my buddy, or I'd take that as implying that my girlfriend is easy."
"Me? I'd never be so bold unless I was sure I could kick your ass."
"As long as we understand each other," I said with a laugh. "But seriously man, I'd try and take it slow with Mila, because if you hurt her, I will rip off your sack and make you where it like a clown nose."
"Hey, I thought you were over her."
"I am, but she's still my best friend, and I don't want her hurt."
"Dude, don't worry, I won't hurt her."
"All righty then."
The day had ended , and I was back at my place. Usually, I could call up Elisha and just hang around with her. But her being in Canada made that a bit tough. I felt nervous about even calling her. This week was about her spending time with her family, so I didn't want to get in the way. But I was alone, and bummed out. I would call Laura to hang out, but she was busy. Mila and Dyl were on their date. Essentially, I was completely bummed out and lonely. It was only 9:00, but I figured I might as well pack it in for the night.
I was about ready to head for the bed when a knock came upon my door. I went to answer it and saw Mila. She was dressed semi casually, black spaghetti strap shirt and a red skirt. She looked good.
"What's up, shouldn't you be with Dyl?" I asked, a bit perplexed.
"Date ended a bit early, he some bad sea food and decided to pack it in," she replied. "So I figured I'd drop by and keep my buddy company while his best girl was out of town."
"How nice of you Short Stack. I was about to pack it in, but why not? Let me get some jeans and a shirt on, we'll go bowling."
"Sounds great."
Something started bothering me as soon as we got in the car. Mila began talking about Dyl, and how great he was. The old jealousy began to stir up again, and fought to the surface EVERY TIME I tried to suppress it, worse than ever. This shouldn't have mattered to me. I loved Elisha, every part of me knew that. But the jealousy. Could Dyl really be as great as she was playing on? Why the Hell did this bother me so much, my two closest friends were together, and happy. Why couldn't I accept Mila being with someone else? The most troubling thing was no matter how much I kept an image of Elisha in my head, it wouldn't stay. The jealousy made me wipe it away.
"Jake, let me ask you a serious question," Mila said as I was lining up a shot. We had decided to skip bowling and shoot some pool when we arrived at the bowling alley.
"What's up Wonder Girl?" I asked as I hit the cue ball, sinking targeted solid 5 into the corner pocket.
"What made you fall for Elisha?"
"What brings this question up?"
"Just wondering."
"Well, if you must know Kunis, I don't know. Something happened that night we went to the concert. I don't know what. Probably had a lot to do with the week we spent hanging out before the show, but something happened, something clicked in me. I saw her in a new light, and I guess the same happened to her. From there, it just all happened. I know I love her, if that's what's you're wondering."
"I'll accept that I guess," she said, lining her shot up.
"Now my turn Shortie," I said. "What do you see in Dyl?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, leaning on her cue stick.
"You've known him for as long as I have. He's Dyl. Why date him now?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, but you got to ask about me and Heesh, so its only fair to balance this out."
"Well, if you must know, there's an odd quality about him. Something at least piques the interest."
"Yeah, but his Muppet impression isn't exactly what I call "sexy personified"," I replied.
"Oh, and complete memorization of every Batman story ever is?" she asked sarcastically.
"Elisha thinks it's a cute quirk."
"So why can't I think the same about Dyl?"
"I don't know, because he's...he's Dyl."
"And that's bad? He's your friend."
"Yeah, but he's DYL. His idea of a romantic night is eating frozen pizza over a viewing of "Debbie Does Dallas"."
"He's not that bad," Mila said, going back to her shot. "Why do you care anyway?"
"I don't but since it's Dyl, it boggles the mind so much," I replied. "Right up there with Sasquatch, the Loch Ness Monster, and Paulie Shore's fame."
"You're being a little harsh," she said, sinking her ball into the side pocket.
"That's because I know him better than you do, and I'm pretty shocked he went for you. No offense Short Stuff, but you're not so much his type."
"How so?"
"Well, you're not a skank for one."
"And what else?"
"You're a bit too smart. But hey, if you two crazy kids like each other, who gives a crap?"
"Glad you see it like that."
"Besides, he's almost like me, without the charm and wit."
"Hardy har wise-ass. I'm so not hung up on you."
"Sure, sure. But in all seriousness, good luck with him. Hope it works out."
"Thanks Superboy, I knew you'd come through."
"Wait a minute there Short Stack," I said. "SuperBOY? I'm all SuperMAN."
"Well in these duo-colored eyes, I see a little boy, unless you can disprove me."
"That a challenge Ms. Kunis?"
"Well duh, Mr Mind."
BY the time midnight rolled around, Mila and I had burst through my door, our tongues intertwined in a deep kiss. I don't know what happened. I had beaten her in the game of pool. We had gotten into my car. And somehow, along the way, something snapped, Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the whole issue with Dyl rising to the surface again, but whatever it was, combined with my loneliness, I began to do something very stupid that could potentially ruin the most important thing in my life. But at the moment, that wasn't even on my mind.
I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. We looked into each others eyes. I saw no love or tenderness, and neither did she. We both saw simple lust, a call which we both had to answer.
I leaned in to her face once again to receive another savage kiss. As that one broke, she nibbled fiercely on my bottom lip. I reached my hand into her skirt and felt the wetness on her panties, and swiftly tore them off, getting a yelp followed by a wicked smile from Mila.
Mila reached down between us and undid my belt and pants. She pulled my underwear down as best she could. I reached a hand down to help them down the rest of the way, leaving my stick prick out in the open air.
I wasted no time in lifting her up and impaling her on my cock in a swift motion, getting a loud groan to come from her, a simple grunt of satisfaction from myself. Her pussy felt incredible. Insanely tight and warm. Better than I had imagined for all these years. I cupped her ass as I began to thrust hard against her, slamming her body into the wall. I took the straps of her shirt down with my teeth, and went to her breasts, sucking on her brown nipples like a beast, nibbling them like a savage.
No words were being said between us. The only noises to be heard were groans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh together. The occasional obscenity came out as well.
Soon enough, I tired of this position, and lowered her down and moved her to the couch, where I bent her over and entered her roughly from behind. I grabbed onto her shoulders and began to thrust away. If this was any other time, if I was any other set of mind, I'd care if I was causing discomfort, but the animal inside me just wanted her, and vice versa. Though from what I could tell, she was very into what was going on, with her groans getting much louder, and she pushing herself back to meet me for every thrust. She threw her head back in pleasure, and gave me her cool stare of lust again, urging me to push harder, give everything I had. I obliged.
I moved my hands to her hips and thrust in harder then before, the wet slapping getting louder and louder, sweat running down my face, dripping on her back. I leaned over and started tobite on her neck and back, trailing every movement with my tongue. I moved one of my hands to her face, pulling hers toward mine to connect in another savage kiss, once again broken with her nibbling on my lips, soon replaced by nibbling on my fingers.
Soon enough, her orgasm hit her, the pure lust of the act getting to Mila. Her pussy clamped down hard, and with an almost primal growl, she came. I was close, and at any other time in any other mood, I would have come inside her, but I not this time, not now, not here. I pulled out and spun her around, putting my cock in her face, slick with her juices. I put it to her mouth, which she eagerly accepted, bobbing up and down faster and faster, bringing me to my eventual boiling point
With a grunt, I pulled out of her mouth and shot all over her face, the first few shots spraying her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The rest dripped and oozed out on to her outstretched tongue.
By the time I was finished, cum was dripping from her chin to her breasts. She swallowed what I had left on her tongue and took my sensitive prick into her mouth, cleaning me off. But now that the act had been completed, the euphoria had passed. The lust had passed. The guilt took over. What had I just done?
The morning had come. I didn't get any sleep. The guilt I felt over what I had done wouldn't allow it. Mila had left last night with a simple kiss on the cheek and a giggle, like nothing wrong was done. But I had screwed over one of my closest friends and the woman I loved. I was scum. Lower than scum. I was a Hollywood film producer.
There was only one thing I could do in my head to alleviate this guilt, or at least attempt to. I had to call Elisha, tell her what happened, and hope she would forgive me. I couldn't keep this from her. I picked up my phone and dialed her cell.
"Hello?", Elisha said, her voice as if she was concentrating over the line.
"Elisha, its Jake," I replied.
"Oh hi sweetie," she replied, her voice changing almost instantly. "What's up baby?"
"I have something I need to tell you."
"Okay, but is it going to be a long something? I don't want to be a bitch, but I'm on the way to lunch with some friends and family. Big reunion dealy. Can it wait? Maybe till I get back?"
"Yes," I said. "It can wait. I love you."
"I love you too babes."
I'm scum. Fucking scum. Scum that lacks testicles.
I called in sick to work every day that week. I couldn't face Dyl, not after what I allowed to happen. Not after what I did. And if I thought that was tough, what was I going to tell Elisha? What had I fucking done? A few weeks ago, EVERYTHING was right. Now this. One fucking mistake, and I could lose it all. I called Elisha once more to tell her to come to my house straight from the airport.
At around 7:00, a knock came to my door. I answered, and surprisingly Mila was at the door.
"What's up Dork Knight?" she asked, as if nothing had happened. "Are you gonna let me in?"
"Actually, no, Elisha's coming over," I replied. "She and I have something big to talk about."
"Ah," she said, forcing her way inside the house. "So you're going to tell her what happened I'm guessing."
"Yes. I have to."
"Um, why? Do you want to lose her? Did I knock something loose in your head?"
"Because it's the right thing to do Mila. You should tell Dyl. Or I will. What we did was wrong. Wrong to do to the people we care about."
"You talk about it like it wasn't enjoyable. I know I enjoyed it, and though all I heard form you were grunts and growls. I'm fairly sure you enjoyed it as well."
"Carnal enjoyment isn't the point Mila. The point is emotional attachment. I don't have the same feelings for you as I do Elisha."
"Meaning?" she asked, a hint of anger in her voice.
"I love Elisha more than anything. You're my best friend. A friend I had unresolved feelings for, but none of the feelings were really love."
"That's what you say. But if that was SO true, then why did you fuck me? Why did you risk this "great relationship" if you didn't have some doubt about that?"
"You wanna know why? I'll tell you. Plain and simple. Leftover lust. That's ALL it was, and its never, NEVER, going to happen again." Saying this seemed to really set Mila off. Her face contorted in anger. An almost Jekyll/Hyde transformation.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! You think you can just fuck me with no repercussions? You think it's so fucking simple?"
"No, I don't. But I was caught in a weak fucking moment. And I think you were too, if you really are so fucking ga-ga over Dyl."
"Strange how you bring him into this, isn't it?" she asked harshly.
"No, its not," I replied. "If you cared for him, you'd at least feel bad, but I don't sense a damn bit of regret in you, not at all."
"Maybe that's because what we did wasn't wrong. I think a piece of you knows that." With that, she approached me and forced a kiss on me, one I did not return. Rather, I pushed her to the couch, a move that she her reply to was a simple giggle. "You do like it rough don't you?"
"Get out of here, right now," I ordered here sternly. She simply got up with that same smile and walked out.
"See you around Jakey," she said with a smirk as I slammed the door in her face. What the Hell had come over her? What the fuck was she thinking? As I sat down to sort things out in my head, Elisha walked through the door.
"Hey Jakey," she said, walking towards me and kissing me on the cheek. "I just saw Mila drive off. You two have some fun while I was gone?"
"Elisha, I need to tell you something," I said, shrugging off the statement.
"Hold that thought Jake," she said rather solemnly, taking a seat next to me on the couch, holding my hand in her's. "I need to tell you something as well, and I think I need to go first."
"Go ahead Heesh."
"O-kayyyy, here it goes. Jake, while I was back home...I slept with someone else. It was stupid, and right on the spur of the moment. It was an ex, and something just happened, and by the time I even realized what I had done, it was too late." A tear streamed down her right eye. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry."
After I let Elisha in on my actions, we argued for a long time. Yelling, screaming, tears flowing kind of argument. Eventually we both calmed down, after saying things that could never be taken back of course, as is the way with most arguments.
"Jake," she said, sniffling a little. " I think we need to end this."
"What?" I asked shocked. "No baby, no. Please no. Look, we both fucked up big time. But we still love each other, right?"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter. How can we trust each other?"
"We'll rebuild whatever was lost. If you want me to stop seeing Mila altogether, you've got it, I don't care. Just don't leave me. PLEASE."
"I'm sorry. But I think it's the only way. Don't you think this hurts me too?!? I love you so much...and not only do you do this to me...but I do the same thing to you. I can't be around you anymore Jake. Not after what we've both done."
"Elisha, please..." I was on my knees, pleading with her. "We can work past this. Please sweetie. Being with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I'm sorry Jake. I'm so sorry baby." She leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, then walked out the door, and most likely, out of my life.
Another new day had come, and with it a new person to confess to. I headed to Dyl's place at the crack of dawn. After I had parked my car, I headed towards his apartment. When I arrived at the door, I heard two voices. I heard Mila and Dyl. Perhaps Mila had come to her senses at last. I decided to listen in as best I could.
"Mila, are you sure this is right, what we're doing?" Dyl asked.
"Of course it is Dyl," she replied. "You and I know Jake is meant for me. This little play we've done, I'll have Jake, and you'll get a bit more respect from him."
"But maybe this isn't the right way to go about it. Maybe he and Elisha would have broken up on their own. You know his luck with blondes."
"Listen Dyl, be happy. It worked. You helped your buddy. It may not look that way, but in the long run, you did, trust me."
"By breaking him up with his girlfriend. Man, I hope he never helps me so much."
I sat in my office, waiting for Dyl to arrive. The lights were completely off. I wans't in the mood for light. I heard the door open, and asked for him to come to my office.
"Yeah, what's up pal?" he asked.
"I'm not so sure you should really use that term with me anymore," I replied.
"What are you talking about dude?"
"Even that may be too formal..."
"Huh?"
"How did she get you to do it "buddy", huh old "pal"? She fuck you, or just outsmart you, which by the way, I think most woodchucks could do."
"What are talking about?" he said, concern now showing in his voice. "And why are the lights out in there?"
"I'm not too much in the mood for light right now," I said. "She left me. She broke up with me. Your's and Mila's little plan worked."
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Why did you do it? HUH?!? WHY? Just telling me you had feelings for her to try and get under my skin? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" At this point, I had risen from my chair completely and now stood face to face with Dyl.
"Calm down man, calm down. What we did was for the best."
"You believe that shit? Are you fucking retarded? Why in the Hell would you think that doing this, working with Mila to break up Elisha and myself, would be GOOD?"
"Well, Mila said she knows you best, and said you weren't as happy as you played it with Elisha, you even told her so. And since you two are so close..."
"AND YOU FUCKING BELIEVED HER? Believed a woman who has VISIBILE problems seeing me with another woman. Seeing me HAPPY with another woman. THIS IS THE PERSON YOU TRUST? Ever think of asking me, instead of being lead around by a fucking leash?"
"Listen man, I didn't know, I thought she was telling the truth. She went on and one about really caring about you, and I guess I bought it. I'm sorry man, I didn't know."
"You know what? For anything else, that might be acceptable. For anything else, I'd accept that response. But not this time. Because of you. Because of her, I lose Elisha. I lose the only woman I have ever really loved. And yes, I know I'm not fucking blameless. I know I fucked Mila. I know I let jealousy get the better of me. But it never, NEVER would have happened, if you hadn't done this Dyl. If you had just listened to your conscience as opposed to a knockout Russian. Get out of here. Now."
"What?"
"GET OUT. I never want to see your fucking face again. And tell the same to Mila. She doesn't even deserve to be told to her face."
"But..."
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. NOW."
"You sure this is the way to go with it Jake?" Laura asked, walking me to my terminal.
"Yeah, I need to get away from this for a long while," I said. " I don't know if I could take it, seeing Elisha with someone else, at least not this soon. And Mila, well, with her, so much unresolved, but I just can't deal with it now."
"But what about the store?"
"My parents are gonna look after it. Dyl will still be working there, I didn't tell them a thing about what happened."
"And what about you?"
"Well, I'm gonna work in my Uncle Nick's bar in New York for a while, live in an apartment right upstairs from the bar. I'm set in that sense."
"Okay then bud. I'll see you around. Don't forget to drop me a line."
"I won't Red." We hugged, and she kissed me on the cheek, then walked away. I felt a bit of regret. But not much. I had to leave this, at least for a while. Maybe figure a way to get Elisha back, or at least get to the point where thinking about her didn't tear me up inside. And Mila...so much to sort out there. I never thought she would have this in her...didn't think she could do something like this. Well, what's past is past. I can't change it now. All I can do right now is look ahead, and hope when I come back, things will be better. | Benefits Ch. 07 | [
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It had been two long weeks since the three of us had returned from vacation. My parents, my sister, our cousin Julia, and myself went for a two week vacation to our house in northern Michigan. A family emergency had arisen, and my parents left three days early, leaving us to finish vacationing unsupervised. My parents knew that we wouldn't burn down the house. We were pretty responsible for teenagers. There was one thing that my parents didn't know: we had been fucking each other like rabbits on crack all week. They had given us three blissful nights, and two and a half days of not having to worry about getting busted. It was like a little slice of heaven on earth, but the time since our return had been anything but heavenly. My sister Katie and I had been in a constant state of separation. It was not a parental conspiracy that kept us apart, but a series of unfortunate circumstances. I had not even laid eyes on Julia since her mom had picked her up upon our return. We had only communicated through text messages.
The main cause for our temporary estrangement was the family emergency that I mentioned before. Our great Aunt Barbara was gravely ill. Our workaholic father had been taking time off to visit his favorite aunt in the hospital, and he would invariably ask either me or my sister to accompany him. He was quite insistent on this and I thought it strange that he never asked us to come together, just one or the other. And he would not take no for an answer. I toyed with the idea that he might suspect that Katie and I had been doing while we were up north, but quickly squashed the idea. I really didn't think he had a clue.
Tonight was Katie's turn to go with dad. In all honesty, I had been going twice as much as Katie. Aunt Barb merely treated me with a practiced indifference; whereas she treated Katie horribly. Julia and Katie had been cousins, and best friends since they had been born, so it was natural that Aunt Barb had got to know Julia through family functions. Barb immediately took a shine to Julia, and the two had become close friends. Aunt Barb was Julia's biggest fan, and made a habit of snidely comparing everything that my sister did with Julia's accomplishments. It is true that Julia seemed to excel at everything she tried, but there was no reason for Aunt Barb to try and make my sister feel shitty all the time. Katie was perfect academically, but she just didn't push herself socially the way that Julia did. I tried to be a good boyfriend, and take most of the heat off my sister. I suggested that I go every night, but Katie wouldn't have it. It was a matter of pride for her to put up with Barb.
To make a long story short; it had been a long fourteen days. Katie and I hadn't been together sexually since we'd been back, and had only been alone unsupervised for a few minutes. That only led to one make out session, and one major case of blue balls. Our situation was starting to become desperate, and a hundred scenarios where my sister and I could be alone ran through my mind, each one riskier than the last. I needed to be patient, and wait until the opportunity presented itself, or we would surely get caught. That would be disastrous.
I was lying in bed listening to music on my phone, when it lit up, and chimed for a message. I picked it up and looked at the screen. It read, "New text message." I picked up my phone, and slid my finger across the screen to unlock it. I hit the messaging center icon. It was a message from my sister.
Katie: Hey sexxxy boy :) I just wanted to let u know that I'm not wearing panties under my little skirt. These leather seats feel amazing on my bare ass. I'm riding up front, right next to dad, but what I'm really thinking about is riding u :p
That little skank knows that I'm probably in my room, and wants to get me all horned up. Two can play this game. I hit reply, and began to type.
Me: I was just thinking about u, babe. I am laying here naked, thinking about how nice it would be to kiss u all over. Kiss ur neck... kiss ur nipples... ur belly... kiss ur...
A smirk spread across my face, as I waited for her reply. The joke was definitely on her, because I was at home, and can do whatever I want. She is stuck in the car with my dad, and then will be at the hospital with my sick aunt. No matter how horny I make her, she will just have to suffer in silence. Thinking about making her dripping wet seemed to be having an effect on me. My shaft started to thicken. I gave it a little rub through my basketball shorts, and my phone chimed with another message.
Katie: Mmmmmm... Now my nipples are hard, Jack. Are u touching yourself while u think about me?
On a whim, I slid my shorts and boxers down, and kicked them off onto the floor. My semi erection flopped to one side. I stroked my shaft softly, right under the head. I thought about how amazing my sister looked in that tiny white tennis skirt. I can never figure out how she can pull off some of her outfits without looking trashy. Katie is always a class act; even when dressed provocatively. I thought of the quick kiss she gave me, just after dad walked out to start up the car. I was fully hard in less than three seconds. I switched my phone to camera, and clicked a photo of my cock. I brought it up to send as a response, and included a caption:
Me: Thinking of u
I waited for her reply, while stroking myself absentmindedly. Her response took only about forty five seconds.
Katie: OMG!! I wish that was inside of me right now. I don't even care where. God that's fucking hot!
My response was immediate.
Me: Anywhere?
Katie: Yeah, babe. Anywhere. Did u have someplace special in mind u wanted to put it?
I hesitated for a second. Someone once said, "A coward dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies just one." So I sent my reply.
Me: I was thinking about putting it in your ass :p
I thought that I had been hard before, but thinking about fucking my hot little sister in the ass took my dick past hard, all the way to petrified. My phone chimed again.
Katie: I think I just creamed on the seat thinking about that. I hope dad doesn't notice the wet spot on the leather. I think that I'm ready to try it. Are u game?
Am I game? I laughed to myself, as I typed my reply.
Me: I am all for it, Kay. The only thing is getting time alone to do it. This won't be quick, and as noisy as u get, we would have to be alone. I would settle for just getting to be together the normal way. 14 days has seemed like forever.
My hard cock throbbed with every beat of my heart, as I thought being naked, and sweaty with Katie. I thought about sliding my harness inside of her, and I began to stroke my cock in earnest. I gripped my shaft with my right hand, and pumped it up and down, so that only the skin moved, that way there was no friction. I felt a low moan escape my lips. My phone chimed, just when it started feeling really good. Damn.
Katie: Are u touching yourself? I wish I could, but I can't. I'm kinda grinding my thighs together, but it's just not getting the job done. I rubbed my little pussy while thinking about u fucking me this morning. OMG!! I came so hard! I can't wait until we can be together. Fuck, I can't wait until I get to the hospital, so I can be alone in the bathroom. Lol. Does that turn u on Jack? Thinking about me rubbing my pussy only a few feet away from our dying aunt, and our dad, all the while thinking about my big brother? Damn, I am 1 perverted bitch ;)
I sped up my stroking as I thought about her masturbating in the hospital bathroom. I thought about her propping her leg up on the sink, so she could slide her hand under that tiny little skirt, and rub that sopping wet snatch of hers. I saw the first traces of precum beading on my head. It wouldn't be long until I jizzed everywhere. My phone chimed again.
Katie: We're here. Send u a pic soon :)
Just the thought of a dirty pic sent my sex drive into overtime. I was so aroused that it was almost painful. I slowed my stroking to half the prior pace, so that I wouldn't cum until I at least got to look at the pic. An agonizing five minutes went by. I would tease it, and then let it rest. A giant bubble of precum glistened on my head, and it became so heavy it ran down my head onto my stomach. I was playing with the drip when my phone chimed again.
Katie: We are riding up in the elevator. I'm so wet that it has dripped down my leg twice since I got out of the car. Good thing the parking garage was dim, or dad would have seen that huge spot on the seat. I wiped it up while he was trying to figure out where the elevator was. Now my hand smells like hot pussy. OMG! I AM SO FUCKING HORNY!!
This little factoid made my struggle to keep from cumming a hundred times more difficult. I stopped touching myself altogether, fearing that I could be pushed over the edge any second. One minute soon turned into eight, or ten, or to eternity... Finally my phone chimed.
Katie: I have a surprise for u. Give me 5 mins
Five minutes? Why didn't she just ask me to take a vow of chastity? I still refused to touch my cock, but it still pulsed with every heartbeat, because it was being stroked by every perverted fantasy that was going through my mind at a million miles a second. After about five years, my phone chimed.
Katie: Photo attached. View now?
I started stroking myself gently in anticipation. I could feel my orgasm approaching with the force of a freight train going downhill. The picture that popped onto my screen was nothing like what I had anticipated. It was a photo taken in the mirror of the hospital bathroom. It showed my sister, totally nude, and Julia kissing her softly on the neck from behind. The caption on the photo was:
We wish u were here :p
I guess Julia was visiting Barb at the same time. I doubted that it was a coincidence. She had never visited at the same time as me. Sigh. I looked at the picture again.
I was shocked by thick spurts of jizz splattering up against my hairless chest. The moment felt so pure that it was almost a divine event. I closed my eyes, and my orgasm washed over me. My cock hadn't even stopped bucking when my phone chimed again. When I could finally look, it was another pic that I quickly opened. It showed Katie's pale thighs open, and Julia's hand was buried finger deep in my sister's cunny. Actually, two fingers deep. This one had no clever caption.
I reached into the floor, to grab my t-shirt. I needed to mop myself up. I had came an unbelievable amount, for someone that was not a porn star. My phone chimed again. It was another pic. This one showed the top of Julia's honey brown hair buried between my sister's freckled thighs. It was captioned:
WE LOVE U JACK!!
I typed my response wistfully.
Me: I love u girls too. I hope that u 2 are being quiet!
Two minutes later, I got the reply. I was a pic of Julia, still in between Katie's thighs, but now I could see her face. Wetness gleamed from ear to ear, and from nose to chin. She had the biggest grin I've ever seen. I would have called it a shit eating grin, but I was well aware of what she had been eating moments before. A text right after read:
Katie: We have to clean up fast, and get out of here. I will meet you in your room at 3:30 tonight, be awake, and have your door unlocked :p
I had set out to make my sister suffer by being horny around my dad and not being able to do anything about it, but I guess that the tables had turned. I was the one who was alone, but I wouldn't be alone that night.
I lay down at 10:30 with the intention of sleeping most of the time between then and 3:30. This would break our two week dry spell with each other. It had been nice to have her sleep in my bed when we were on vacation, and I had been having trouble sleeping alone since then. I was having Katie withdrawal. Now that I thought about it, I was having Julia withdrawal too. Nothing could be done on that front tonight, though.
I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't get my mind to shut down. I thought about Katie and Julia, and about how our polyamorous relationship would work. I was both excited and terrified by the prospects. Both were wonderful women, though they were very different in personality and temperament. Being one third of that love triangle might be the best thing in the world some days, but I'm sure that it would be an impossible mission on some others. It was still a new situation, but I had already decided to give both of those girls my all.
Sleep continued to evade me, so I popped in one of my favorite movies, "From Paris with Love." I watched the screen in a trance barely being able to pay attention to what was happening in the movie. My phone chimed, and lit up, showing that I had a new text message. I unlocked the screen, and read it.
Katie: I can't wait until later Jack. I'll be down in a min. We will just have to be extra quiet, so they don't hear us.
A huge grin slid over my face, and I felt my cock thickening in anticipation. After about ten seconds there was a rather loud knock at the door. It was strange for her to knock like that. My sister knew that I always leave my door unlocked at night.
"Jack, honey; are you awake?" It was my mom. Shit! I quickly typed in a reply to Katie, it read simply:
Me: ABORT
"Yeah, come in mom. I'm awake." The door opened, and my mom came in wearing her well-worn red robe. It was her "comfortable" robe. She still wore it despite the fact that my sister and I had recently given her two robes as gifts. It would have brought a smile to my lips if it weren't for the excellent chance that my sister could pop into my room half naked at any second. "What's going on?"
"I have some bad news, sweetie." My mom had a grave expression. Just then Katie slid quietly through the open door, and stopped behind mom. My sister's eyes were huge, and a look of panic was on her face. Mercifully, she was wearing a modest t-shirt, and a pair of plain cotton panties; which for her was pretty much the norm for her sleeping attire. My mom turned to her and said, "Katie, its good you are here. There something I need to tell you, and this way I only have to say it once." I sat up in bed, confused.
"I couldn't sleep, and I was going to have Jack rub my back. It always relaxes me." I cringed inwardly at my sister's impromptu explanation of her presence in my room. It always makes you look guilty if you give an explanation before someone asks for it. It was too late now though. What happened to the genius of lies?
"Of course, Katelyn," my mom said in a distracted way. "Sit down, please." I saw the fear in her eyes, but she made herself sit woodenly on my bed anyway.
"What's going on mom?" I said again, before Katie bumbled around anymore, and raised even more suspicions.
"Your father just got the call. Your Great Aunt Barb passed away a few minutes ago. She went peacefully in her sleep, so she didn't suffer. There was no attempt to resuscitate her, as she had a do not resuscitate order in place." It seemed as if Katie and I released the breaths we had been unknowingly holding at the same time.
"That's horrible mom," I said. "How is dad taking it?" Katie got up and hugged mom. I knew that there were tears running down my sister's beautiful face. Mom patted my sister's wild red curls in comfort.
"It wasn't a shock. He is taking it as well as can be expected. She was always his favorite aunt. She pretty much raised him after his parents died." I heard Katie's faint sobs as her tears soaked into the red robe. I felt bad, but I couldn't bring myself to tears over a woman who treated Katie like shit for so many years.
"When is the funeral?" I couldn't think of anything else to say, and it felt too awkward just to sit there and look at them dry eyed. My mom slowly extricated herself from my sister, and Katie sat down next to me, and hugged me in a sisterly embrace.
"Well," she said, as if answering this question was uncomfortable, "I guess it will be later this week. The problem is that Barb's sister Ruby wants her buried close to her in South Carolina, and the funeral will be held down there."
"In South Carolina?" I said with unexpected indignation, especially since I never even liked Barb. "That's bullshit! All her family lives up here in Michigan, why shouldn't she be buried up here?" Kay let go of me, and gave me a dirty look.
"I guess Barb left all that stuff up to Ruby, and that is what she wants. We will all be going down there the day after tomorrow, and staying until the funeral is over. I know that you never got along with her, Jackson; but your attendance is non-negotiable." My sister gave me the same laser-beam-eyes that my mom was giving me.
"I understand," I said. "I will go, and do what needs to be done for the family. I just feel so bad for dad."
"Your dad will be O.K. You two need to try to get some sleep. You should only stay in here a few minutes, Katie. I know it's tough on you two, but if you stay up all night talking you won't be able to do what needs to be done tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am," she said sweetly. My mom turned, and walked to the door, and then she turned to say one more thing.
"Kids, I know that your Great Aunt Barb wasn't the friendliest person in the world, especially to you Katie, but she loved you both dearly."
"I know, mom." My sister said this in a completely convincing voice, but after she looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, kids."
"Goodnight, mom," we chimed in unison, like we did when we were both five years old. We sat looking at each other for at least three whole minutes after my mom closed the door gently behind her.
"I really do need a back rub now," my sister said with a sigh. "I thought we were busted for sure." She slipped her shirt up over her head, and lay down on my bed. I slipped into the old habit of rubbing her back; rhythmically rubbing her skin softly, first with my fingers, then alternating with my nails. I could feel the tension melting out of the muscles in her back. She said nothing for a long while, but I was happy to let her relax, and to just be close to the woman I loved.
"I feel like such a fucking bastard." I said this bluntly, and without preamble.
"Why's that, Jack? That's just silly." I let my nails go softly over her magnificent panty clad ass, and she giggled.
"I spent all of my life hating Aunt Barb for the way that she treated you, and now that she's gone, I will never be able to make it right between us. Now all the memories that I have of her will be bitter, and I will never have a chance to make any more memories with her." She just let me say what was on my mind. "That really makes me feel shitty, Kay. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"Yeah, I do big bro. I really do." I planted several soft kisses on her shoulder blades while I inhaled the strawberry scent of her shampoo. Finally she broke her silence. "Jack, she was responsible for the state of affairs between the two of you. I know that she treated me shitty for almost my entire life. Until I was twelve, I tried really hard to win her approval. It was like nothing that I did was ever good enough: not one single fucking thing! After I turned twelve, it just seemed like I had enough, and figured out that no matter what I did, I would never get the approval that I wanted from her. I know that you just hated that bitter old bitch because of me. I remember the first time that you told her to leave me alone, and to stop being such a bitch." She laughed, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I remember that. I was grounded for two weeks during summer vacation. Mom wouldn't let me do anything but sit in my room. She took away my TV, and everything else. I remember you sneaking me your iPod and headphones, so that I would have something to listen to." She turned over, and faced me; her smile etched firmly on her luscious lips. "You are so wonderful, Kay. You have always been so good to me." She leaned in slowly, and kissed me; first softly, then with increasing heat. My cock, which had been lifeless since mom broke the bad news, began to stir in my boxers. The kiss stretched on, and when it finally broke, I sighed.
"What?" she queried, apparently about my sigh.
"I don't know if it would be right for us to do it now, after hearing about Aunt Barb." She leaned in, and kissed me again; hard. I resisted at first, but after a few seconds I relented to her devouring of my mouth with her hungry kiss. She broke the kiss abruptly, and smiled a wolfish grin.
"We should definitely do it now, big bro. We are fucking alive! What is a better celebration of being alive than making love?" Her logic was impeccable, and with how hard my dick was from kissing her, I was not inclined to argue.
"We have to be quick about it," I said, "and we have to be quiet. Mom probably isn't asleep up there, and she might be waiting for you to come back to your room."
"OK," she mumbled, as she slid her panties over her hips. "We'll skip most of the foreplay, and get down to the nitty-gritty. I'm soaking wet anyways." Before I could reply, she was using both hands to try to pull my boxers down. "C'mon, a little help here, Jack!" I scooted my hips up, and she slid my boxer briefs down, and kicked them off my feet. She pushed my shoulders flat to the bed, straddled me, and looked me directly in the face. I expected a kiss, not more talk. "I need you to listen to me for a second, Jack." She looked serious.
"Yeah, Kay, I'm listening."
"I want you to let me know when you get ready to cum, because I want you to pull out."
"O.K. No problem, but we could always use a condom. I have some in my nightstand."
"I don't like the way they feel. They are creepy. I love being with you bareback, it feels so good, but you can't keep cumming inside me; at least until I can get to the doctor and get on the pill, or something."
"Yeah, sure Kay..." My response was cut short by her kiss, which was fine with me. I needed her kisses more than oxygen, and it seemed that she needed mine the same. As our tongues dueled, I felt her line my cock up with a dainty little hand, and push back against it, sliding me slowly inside her. She broke our kiss, and shuddered with a small orgasm.
"God, Jack, I've wanted you so bad. It's been almost two whole weeks. I never thought that being together while at home would be so hard for us." The only hard thing I could think of was my cock. I pushed up against her, shoving more of my man-meat inside her tiny wet twat. She leaned back, to get better positioned to ride me. Her head hung back in ecstasy, as I grabbed her hips, and pulled her farther down onto my steel hard pole. She was extremely tight; almost to the point of being painful. I know that she did exercises to keep her pussy so tight, and there was nobody in the world that was more appreciative of that than I was.
I could feel that keeping this encounter brief on my end wouldn't be a problem.
She put her hands on my chest, and started moving up and down on my cock; and every four or five strokes, she would put a little twist in her hips. This was something entirely new. She grinned again at me when our eyes made contact, then she threw her head back again, as she slammed harder down on my cock, driving me inside her as far as I could go. Every time she would twist her hips, my toes would curl up just a little bit. I moved my right hand, and I started to play with her clit with my thumb, in time to her grinding. This was an excellent strategy on my part because it let me focus a tiny bit on something other than how amazing that my sister's pussy felt.
I looked up at her, and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. A slight sheen of sweat coated her pale, freckled skin, and her red hair was curled in burnished copper ringlets; as she rode me like some majestic Greek goddess of sex. Her breath seemed to come in pants, then in gasps, then I felt her pussy tighten, and convulse in an insanely intense orgasm.
She stopped riding me, and sat rigid on my cock. I hardly missed a beat, but began to thrust up into her with the same rhythm that she had been using to ride me. I could tell that she was struggling with all her might not to cry out loudly, and she was doing a hell of a job. The only sound she made was a half moan, half gurgle. After about thirty seconds, she lay against my chest limply, still tensing with the occasional random pussy spasm.
She lay there for maybe a minute, then sat bolt upright and pulling herself out of my embrace. "I'm sorry, babe, but time is of the essence here. We need to take care of you."
"It's fine, Kay. You can take another couple minutes to enjoy your afterglow." Her look of determination was enough to shut me up. She was right, we had been trying to do this quick; and although I had been cooled down a touch by her break, I was still pretty damn close to my own orgasm. I gave myself a mental high five for lasting longer than her after the addition of her hip twist. She rode me slower than before, because she knew that slower was better for me. My enjoyment must have been evident on my face, because she started doubling up on the twists. No matter how good it felt, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her huge, firm breasts bounced and swayed with her efforts, and I was hypnotized by her beauty.
Then she loaded the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Between the twists, she began to tighten her pussy when she pulled back, milking my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head, and then she rolled her hips twice, and milked me on the way back. A low moan escaped my lips.
"Oh god, Kay! I'm really close!" I whispered, but only in the loosest interpretation of the word. I expected her to spring off me, but she milked twice more, and did two more hip rolls. It took all that I had to hold back from cumming. My back arched, and my toes curled, and at the last minute, she slid down my body until she was head to head with my cock, grabbed it in her tiny hand, and pumped it furiously. I could hold it no more, and I let loose, spurting huge globs of jizz across her lightly freckled cheeks, into her left eye, into her beautiful red hair, down her slim neck, and onto her firm teenage breasts.
"Holy shit, Jack!" she exclaimed in a low voice. I started giggling, and couldn't stop. She was literally covered in my spunk from the tits up. I knew that I normally came a lot, but this was a humongous load for me. I think it would probably be a huge load for the average Tijuana donkey show. She looked at me seriously for a second with her one open eye, and she began to giggle too. She made a show of pulling some of my spunk from her cum covered eye with her finger, and licking it off. She then did the prudent thing, and retrieved her shirt from the floor and toweled herself off. She giggled to herself. "Maybe next time I will just swallow it, instead of going for the porn star finish." This ridiculous statement made the both of us giggle even more, until she made a shushing sound, and became a bit more serious. She stood up, and pulled her panties on and slipped her semen drenched shirt over her wild mane of curls. "This is going to be really hard, Jack. Living so close to you and not being able to touch you all the time feels so wrong." I saw unshed tears in her eyes. "We are not doing anything wrong. Our love is beautiful, and right. It is the single best thing to ever happen to me."
I was touched by her words. I stood up, and took her in my arms. "It will be easier when we are away at college, Kay. After we get back from South Carolina, we will go look for a ring, so we can pretend that we are married when we go away. Hell, we could even get married for real." Her green eyes locked onto mine, but she kept whatever she thought about my last comment to herself.
"I love you, Jack." She pulled away, kissed me gently, and silently left my room. I stood there looking at the empty space that my sister had just occupied for several minutes before I sat down on the bed. Would it be as easy as that? Would college solve our problems, or just give us new ones? I lay back in bed, and it wasn't until after the sun came up that I finally found a bit of solace in dreams.
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DISCLAIMER: This story contains Cub Porn, and if you aren't into this kind of stuff, you should not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18, you should not continue reading. If you are caught reading this under the age of 18, I am not responsible for the consequences that follow. There was still a week before school started, and the Comic Convention, Comic-Con 9: Shiau Jiitsuu, was opening in an hour, I had to be the first one there! Just getting a ticket was very hard, and I already got mine. I just had to be first to everything. I rolled over in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, staring at the painting of Draconei Kurusu, one of my favorite superheroes. Aside from Koru and Chikun, Draconei was one of the only dragon heroes. I sat there ready to fall back asleep before I heard my brother Gregory scream at me, "HEY SQUIRT, GET UP! We have to go to that Convention thing you were talking about!" "Oh man! I almost totally forgot, can we stop at Chester's and get him to come too? I did get an extra ticket!" I asked. "Whatever, as long as you don't get stuck in one of the rides and I have to wait for hours on end for you to get out," Greg said as he walked out the room. I threw on my shoes, and walked out the door. We rolled down 20th until we got to Lawrence Avenue and stopped in front of Chester's house. I ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. The white ferret answered the door with a snicker, and then burst into laughter. "What's so funny?" I asked angrily. He motioned to my waist, and I finally noticed that I had left the house with just my boxers and a pair of shoes on. He invited me in to get some clothing on, considering he wore the same size as me. I picked out clothes that he allowed me to keep for good, a pair of faded jeans with a big white saint mark on the right leg, and a red and orange sunburst shirt. As I began to slip the jeans over my red and blue striped boxers, Charlie asked the most awkward question ever, "So...what's the KC stand for on your boxers?" "That's kind of personal, Charlie," I told him, trying not to sound nervous. "Well, another question I wanted to ask is how you've been able to fit them even though you've been wearing them since you were 6, you're turning 15 in a few days, and you are STILL able to fit them!" Charlie said. "If you REALLY must know, the KC stands for Koru and Chikun. You see, these two dragon superheroes are red and blue, thus, the red and blue stripes. There, happy now?" I said playfully. "Yeah, I should've known that, you and your superheroes," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Let's Go!" "Where?" "To the Comic-Con!" We spent the next half hour riding to the site of the Convention, and we happened to get there 5 minutes before opening, giving us the opportunity of being the first ones inside. We hurried inside, and walked straight to the autograph booth, where Draconei himself was sitting. My heart was beating so fast, it was if a spacecraft was in hyper drive bouncing around my heart. I ran up to the desk, and pulled my boxers out of my pants, with some technique I learned from Gregory. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "W-w-w-w-would you pl-pl-pl-please s-s-s-s-sign my boxer-ers, Mr. Draconei," I said, almost fainting. "Sure, I'd love to, but why your boxers?" He asked. "My boxers are from your TV show with Koru and Chikun! It'd be an honor for you to sign my boxers!" I screamed in excitement. "As long as you settle down, I'll give you a free signature, wink," Draconei said, trying to get me to calm down. I simply melted onto the table, I was THAT psyched that I was getting a free signature from DRACONEI!
I took my boxers back and slipped the pair of boxers back on in the bathroom; that was the only problem with that trick I learned, I didn't know how to reverse it. I started to run out of the bathroom, only to find Charlie standing in front of the door, pushing me back inside. That was the crappy thing, he was taller and stronger than me, I was 5'2" he was 5'9". I couldn't do anything to stop him. He threw me into an empty stall and began to undo my pants, "What are you doing?!" I yelled at him before getting smacked. "If you want to make it out of this without me telling your brother what happened to you, I suggest you shut it!" Charlie said in a harsh tone of voice. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because, I've always...kind of...liked you," He said blushing. I couldn't help but blush myself, mainly because I liked him too, but not in that way. I began to say something before I realized he was already pumping his cock into my virgin hole. I couldn't help but scream at the pain and moan in pure ecstasy. I was sure glad there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom, and that Gregory was nowhere to be found. "This feels so painful, but so good. Ah-ah...please...stop...I don't want this, but I want it so much. I don't...know what to...think," I said. "I know that you want it, and I know I want it...Ugh...ugh...ugh...UMF UMF UMF this feels so great! Your hole is so tight," Charlie said as he was pounding my ass. I felt his hot red flesh inside my hole, pressing against my prostate, pushing that hot spot that just made me feel so good. I began to feel some hot sticky substance jet inside my pucker, and it felt really good in me. He began to pull out of my ass, and I could feel the pleasure rising as I let my cum spill out into the toilet and all over the floor. I cleaned my ass with some toilet paper and cleaned Charlie's cock. "That...was great...let's...do that again...sometime," Charlie said panting. "If I was actually gay...then maybe...I don't know what to believe right now," I said. Then, I woke up. 'It was all a dream?' I thought to myself, 'That had to have happened; it was so real. I couldn't have been dreaming, it just didn't feel like a dream.' I checked my butt to see if there were any signs of sex, and what do you know, I had a tattoo of a paw-print that hadn't been there the day before. I was also somehow in Charlie's bed, maybe I was brought there. I'll have to find out what happened later, for now, I think I'll just go back to sleep.
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*Foreword
If you are looking for a quick stroke, wrong story. There is no sex for some time. This beginning explores how mind control was established. It is essential to understanding everything that happens later.
They say that you should write about what you know. The story you are about to read is true.
Well, mostly true. Kind of like those made-for-TV movies that are "based on" actual events. A person who had witnessed the real life events couldn't recognize what came on the screen. But the bones of the story definitely happened. Yep, there was a church and the preacher wound up fucking anything that moved.
He used twisted theology to manipulate women he wanted to use for sex. He used that same twisted teaching to manipulate their men into enthusiastically participating in the debauchment of their wives and daughters. Single women were just that much easier. Also, there are always some who are not manipulated at all, they like what is going on and join in, eyes wide open. Basics are real. Details supplied by imagination.
This happened in the late 70's. What was done was a perversion of what was bad theology to begin with. The bad theology was called the Shepherding Movement. Google it. In the hands of someone with a hard cock and no scruples, well, you'll see.
And, may I say, that if you experienced this same crap, don't think that I am writing about your local adventure. The teachings were wide spread. I am sure that not everywhere that taught some version of this, produced the resulting perversions that occurred in my location.
But it had to happen other places as well. It was just too easy to do. I have taken pains to disguise the location and created outrageous events in order to disguise people and places. If what you experienced actually matches the crazy that falls out of my brain, well then, shit damn.
I was there. A stupid, naive kid who at the time didn't realize what the hell was going on. I only figured it out later. And thought, "How the fuck did I miss all of that?" I just never expected this kind of thing to go on. I never expected a church to be evil. It did not fit my paradigm of reality, so I never interpreted what I saw, in a way that would lead me to believe that these things were actually happening. Like I said, stupid. Delusional. Young.
One last thing, just because this religious figure turned out to be the asshole to end all assholes, don't paint all religion with that brush. I experienced this shit and I don't assume that every Pastor, Priests, Rabbi, or whatever is corrupt. There are many fine examples who are working for the benefit of their people. Most often doing it for subsistence wages. If they drive a Rolls or live in a mansion, go ahead, assume the worst. I'd almost guarantee it.
Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.*
Introduction
It probably started out as a good idea. Someone thought that it would be helpful to people seeking spiritual enlightenment be more accountable to each other. Mature believers would share wisdom and lessons learned. They would be mutually submitted to the spiritual authority each of them carried. Newer believers would have the more experienced and mature believers to guide them. Great! Free help from people who have already been there, done that. So far so good.
Usually that meant the leaders were exercising spiritual authority over younger individuals. That may be pushy, nosy and somewhat intrusive, but there are lots of inexperienced young people out there making a lot of bad mistakes. But one small piece was added to the more conventional program that produced a radical departure from what had traditionally been taught in the past. It also departed from what was intended by those very moral people who invented this teaching. They never anticipated that evil would hijack what they said.
But they should have known better. In the story of Adam and Eve, the Serpent tempts Eve to sin by slightly misquoting what God had said. The very best lies are 95% truth. It looks like the real thing. It sounds good. But it will take you on a direct rocket ride to hell.
The problem lay in the variant Jack taught, where the mature spiritual advisors took it upon themselves to claim actual authority over the daily activities of those they advised. They pushed advising to controlling. If you did not obey the "Godrdained "authorities in the church, then you were rebelling against God Himself.
The young people that they were dealing with were often at loose ends. They needed someone older, more experienced, to have that authority to tell them not to do things that will screw up their life. Or give them positive direction that would benefit them. This kind of input should have been in the hands of loving parents. The kind of thing that, in a world long gone by, normally happened.
Even in the hands of advisors who, at least cared about the welfare of the people they watched over, it was a fairly benign thing. It was not good theology. Certainly the Bible, which they claimed as the source of this nonsense, never taught the things that they tortured out of it. But this error opened the door to a petty incarnation of Satan himself. In the hands of a lust filled, dominant personality like Jack Baylor, it became the means by which he satisfied his perverted sexual urges.
Jack was in his early 50's. His hair was full and wavy, graying at the temples, some salt and pepper, but mostly still dark. He was a tall man, some might have considered him handsome in a rugged, western sort of way. Which is where he was from, out west. No one would have every called him pretty. His features were too broad for that.
But Jack's looks were not the thing that got him what he wanted. He accomplished that through the force of his dominating personality. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted through intimidation. Never physical intimidation, there were no threats of violence, but if he found leverage or weakness, he was the type of person who would use it to his advantage.
Corruption is something that in most people does not appear all at once. It is a thing most often that creeps up into people. It usually starts off with little things. Petty violations of standards. But if something does not check its progress, it can continue to warp a person until they are consumed. The thing is, most people never have the chance to express, in significant ways, the evil that has penetrated their soul. They are limited by the lack of power to carry out their desires.
If corruption and power ever do get together, bad things happen. Think Washington, DC. Yet, there is a lot of evil that exists on a much smaller scale. Jack was a small time devil.
Jack started out trying to help young people who were lost spiritually. There were lots of them and someone had started a coffee house to attract just that sort. They wanted to reach out to kids on the streets. It worked. Many of those in their late teens and 20's came by to hear music and meet new people. A regular crowd developed.
Jack started off as just one of the volunteers. He liked helping "the kids", as he thought of them. Many of them were from broken homes or had bad relationships with their parents. Some had been abused. Others were just young people who had moved out and were trying to find their place in the world.
What they had in common was need. Need to be loved, need to be valued, need for someone to listen to them. What they needed was a Dad. Tom filled that need. That's what they began to call him, "Dad."
In most volunteer organizations, if you stick around long enough, you wind up in charge. Most people who aren't getting paid to do a job eventually find other, more profitable things to do. Or they just burn out, or get tired, or get discouraged. Some don't, most do. Jack hung in there and eventually, by default, he ran the place.
The coffee house was going great. The crowds grew. At some point they ran out of space. They needed something larger, so they bought a house for cheap. It was an older two story. A bit run down. Right next door to a strip club. Yeah, cheep. Who wants the family to live next door to a place with loud music until 2 AM, along with naked women that are used for sexual stimulation and/or satisfaction? Did I mention the drunks?
They tore down all of the interior walls that they could on the first floor. Opened up the space so they could put in lots of chairs for meetings. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms accessed by the only stair up to the 2nd floor. Great spaces to convert into offices. Quite. Private. Limited access. Controllable.
Plenty of room for a desk and chairs and couches, even a day bed if someone wanted. Nice, soft but sturdy surfaces. Great for sitting on, kneeling on, laying on. And if someone had a bit of a kinkier mind, plenty of places to tie off to.
During the move, it was a good time to make some changes. They closed the old coffee house and put a sign out on the new property that said, "House of Love." They were already a nonprofit organization. It was easy to morph into a church. Regular Sunday services and all that. Jack was now a minister.
The young people liked him. They liked the friends they made at the gatherings. It became like a family. For some, it was the only caring family they had ever known. They bonded to each other. They bonded to "Dad."
In the beginning, "Dad" taught the usual Christian stuff. And he told them how special they were. How special the House of Love was. How there was no other place like it. They had something unique that no one else had.
The young crowd agreed. They craved hearing it. They were special. They were different. They had something unique that no other church had to offer. They stood apart because of the specialness of their church and the specialness of the people who were a part of their group. It became their identity.
Because of the special nature of their church, they separated themselves from other religious houses. Those other places couldn't offer what they found at the House of Love. It was better. They were better. "Dad" was the best. He offered unique insights into spiritual matters that those other churches just couldn't see. If you wanted to be truly spiritual, you needed to be at the House of Love and listen to the teachings of Jack Baylor.
Their lives began to center around the House of Love. "Dad" was there to tell them what God said. He taught them the things that they were supposed to believe. And they did believe. Anyone who doubted or, God forbid, disagreed with whatever "Dad" said, must be from Satan.
Jack's dominating, assertive personality overwhelmed the doubters. Open defiance earned an invitation to not come back. The group became more homogeneous, less diverse in thinking or belief. They listened to only one voice, the voice of "Dad". He told them what God wanted them to do. Whatever "Dad" said, God said. It must be right. They became more isolated from the general society. Increasingly they only socialized with each other. They reinforced each others belief in the rightness of whatever "Dad" told them to believe.
Jack's influence over his flock grew. They were his. They believed. They obeyed. He had power over them. Almost complete power. Lots of young, impressionable people. Especially notice the many young, pretty, slim, attractive girls; most single, some newly married. All who would believe whatever he told them to believe. All who would do whatever he told them to do.
Jack began to teach from the latest fad sweeping parts of the American church. It was called the Shepherding Movement. Respectable people affirmed it. The beliefs relevant to this situation stated that the leaders in the church were appointed by, and had authority from God.
This authority enabled these leaders to direct the lives of the followers. The members were to submit to the authority of the leaders. To not be submissive to the leaders, was to be not submissive to God. "Submission" became a frequently used word. The people who invented this teaching never contemplated how it could be used by a twisted, controlling bastard like Jack.
The axiom to "Submission", according to Jack, is that whatever a leader told you to do was of necessity what God wanted you to do. Apparently, sometimes what God wanted a young wife to do was lube up her ass and let Jack fuck her raw while her husband was at work. Or eat pussy while he watched. Whatever Jack was in the mood for. But we're getting ahead of the story.
Lord Acton said, ""Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Jack did not have absolute power. He could not physically force anyone to do anything. But he did control the thinking of this group. He had great influence on everyone there and in practical reality he controlled the minds of many of them. He enjoyed that.
Not that everyone who came around fell completely under his control. There was the core group who were more or less under his sway. There was an outer ring of people who hung around, but were never drawn into the center. Occasionally there were people who came, liked what they saw on the outside, but once they found out what really went on in those upstairs offices, left as fast as they could.
People grow up with some kind of morality. Not everyone agrees on exactly what is right or wrong, but everyone has a list. How to get someone to do something that is on their "wrong" list?
Some famous studies have shown that many people will commit actions that violate their personal list of "wrong" things, if they believe that instructions to do so come from a legitimate authority. True fact. I am not making this up. On the extreme end of the scale, "I was only following orders." Jawhol!
Jack told his congregation that the Bible taught that they were supposed to submit to his authority. If he told them to do anything that was wrong, and they did it, it was not their responsibility. They were not responsible for the morality of their actions if they were doing something because he had directed them to do it.
For example, if Jack had directed a beautiful young wife to get down on her knees and suck his cock, it was not wrong for her to do so. In theory, if anyone had thought about it, it might be wrong for him to direct her to do this thing, but it was right for her to do it. Submission absolving responsibility is a wonderful thing. Yes, God does want you to swallow.
Chapter 1
Sheila moved to the city because of the job. There wasn't much work where she was from and she didn't want to spend her life in a dead end existence like so many of her friends were going to do. Finish High School, marry the boyfriend, get a low wage job, get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, keep the fridge stocked with beer for your lazy husband.
It wasn't really much of a job, but it was an escape; an escape into a world of possibilities. Whatever came, it had to be better that what was going to happen if she stayed. But escape from the familiar, the known, came with a price. It was lonely. All of her family and all of her friends were left behind. She was looking for friends. She needed some kind of social life.
Bill watched as Sheila walked across the factory floor. He had been working with her for about a month and a half. She had been put on the same shift when the schedules had gotten shuffled by management. Bill thought that she was a very nice looking. Not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely above average.
The best feature in Bill's mind was her delectable rear. The uniform pants she wore just seen to mold to themselves to those glorious mounds. What an ass! It was small, tight, very boy like, but that is just what Bill wanted. It just made him want to grab on and bury his tongue in that sweet crack. Sheila was of slim frame with what seemed to be almost no hips. She didn't wear women's pants, she wore those from the uniform supply company men's catalogue.
Sheila was 5'6" around 125 lbs. Beautiful wavy brunette hair, which was worn mid length, reaching down to the top of her shoulders. While on the job, Sheila had figured how to wind it up on the top of her head and get it all stuffed under the ball cap everyone wore as part of the uniform. Terrible accidents could happen if it ever got caught in some of the machinery.
She has nice breasts. Not large, 32 C, but her slim frame and almost boyish hips, made them stand out. If anyone had ever seen them, they would have called them perky. They would have admired the perfectly proportioned areola with a delightful bud on top. Perfect for sucking. But no one ever had. Just like no one had ever seen her beautiful pussy, or tasted its delightful juices or felt its tightness. Sheila was a 19 year old virgin.
You could just tell. She looked like the prototypical girl next door, wholesome, innocent, your younger sister. You could imagine that she had never said an unkind word to anyone in her whole life. And that would not be far from the truth.
Bill's mind wandered to fantasy. He daydreamed about stroking his hard cock in and out of that tight rose bud. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Bill realized that, from the back, Sheila looked just like a guy. But his mind was not ready to let him realize the implications of that knowledge.
Later in the day, Bill decided that if he was ever to have a chance at his fantasy, he needed to get to know Sheila. As fate would have it, friends of friends that he had just met, recently invited him to a get together at some weird church thing called House of Love. He had never heard of it and didn't really know the people who had invited him.
Bill had heard Sheila once talking about going to church back home and he thought if he asked her to go to something like this, maybe she would say, "Yes." He had never been religious. A few times his parents had taken him to a church on Easter or Christmas Eve. He had hated having to sit on a hard pew for an hour listening to bad singing and boring sermons. Religion was something he never thought about, but if that is what it took to get into those panties, well, he really loved that ass.
"Hi Sheila!"
"Hey Bill."
"Some friends of mine asked me to a social at a church they go to. I was wondering if maybe you would like to go also."
"Where is it going to be?"
"Some place called House of Love. I've never been there, but people say it's really cool. Almost everyone that goes there is our age and I was thinking it would be a good place to meet some new people who weren't into drugs and stuff."
Sheila thought about that and how lonely she was in this new city. She would like to make more friends, especially if they weren't into lots of bad things. She had met a few people, but mostly stayed to herself because most guys just wanted in her pants. Most of the girls seemed to be jealous of the guys' reaction to her.
She did not understand why people acted this way. She had little experience with boys. Her parents were very strict and Father never let her go out on any dates, except in very controlled circumstances. She could spend time with a boy if they were going on an outing with the youth group from her church. That insured that she would never be alone with just him.
She had been taught that somehow sex was bad. No one ever actually said that, but the subject was never openly talked about. When it was discussed, it was always in terms of restrictions. Don't do this, never let a boy do that. Don't think about boys or sex. Masturbation could send you to Hell. Sex is strictly for marriage, between husband and wife only.
It was for procreation. There was never once a mention about pleasure, especially no mention of orgasms. What was communicated, without ever hearing the words, is that sex was an undesirable, but necessary part of relations between husband and wife. It was a wife's duty to satisfy her husband's base animal cravings.
The boys she was allowed to "date", even under those circumstances, were carefully screened by her father. There were very few boys that ever even asked, because they were all so scared of her dad. She would never think of disobeying him. The Bible said that you were supposed to obey your parents. The Father was the head of the house. He was the unquestioned authority. He was the man, and that's the way God made thing to be. You had better do what God wanted you to do, or else. So she was an obedient daughter. What her father wanted was all that mattered.
She had been on just a few a dates with boys since she had arrived in her new home. It was awkward because she had never gone out like that, just her and a boy, alone together, until she had left home. She was uncomfortable with the situation and they had all turned out badly, as the boys expected to make out and more.
So Sheila decided that Bill's invitation might be a nice outing. Just like the youth group at her church back home. She wouldn't have to be alone with a boy. If she drove her own car to the location, she wouldn't be dependent on some guy she barely knew for a way home. Bill seemed nice enough, but she didn't know him very well and was tired of getting burned.
Sheila drove to the House of Love to meet up with Bill. The building was located just off of a main thoroughfare on a residential street. There was a strip club on the corner facing the main street. The House of Love was a two story house that had been converted to its present use. It faced the residential street.
It sat on two acres of ground. The large lot was an indication that this house had been originally constructed when this part of the city had been rural. Lots this size were now just too expensive for anything but the larger luxury homes. They had huge price tags, but none were built in this area.
The city had grown up and surrounded this last refuge of a time gone by. The other residences on the same street were run down. The kind of lacking maintenance look that indicated rentals. Landlords put in the minimum effort to avoid citation and tenants didn't care.
The house had been built toward the back of the property which left a large front yard. It served as the parking area. The cars were roughly in lines. Mostly older, nothing expensive except for one which was parked close to the entrance. As Sheila found a spot and pulled in, she saw lots of people milling around outside.
There was a mass of people in the yard near the front of the building. It was early evening, the sky was darkening, but one could still see everything that was going on. There were lights attached to the exterior walls that were illuminating the ground. Not really necessary at this time, but soon they would be.
She turned off the ignition and climbed out. Walking toward the group, she felt as if this would be a safe encounter. The people looked to be mostly her age, some older, a few families with younger children. It looked like a church picnic back home, but with the population heavily shifted toward those in their late teens and Twenties.
As she approached, she began to appraise how the crowd was dressed. They were all dressed with proper modesty, conservative, but on the edge of conservative. More cleavage than would have been allowed back home, especially at church. There was nothing wrong with what the women were wearing, it was just that there were a couple more buttons unbuttoned than she was used to. A little more skin shown, the dresses a little shorter.
Some of the guys dressed just a bit provocatively also. Tighter jeans that showed some bulge where it counted. One guy with an athlete's chest was wearing a gauze shirt that showed off his physique. It was next to nude as the gauze covered, but concealed nothing. He looked like a model from a magazine. A girl's heart could skip a beat. The crowd was sexy, but not slutty. It was subtle. Still a "church" crowd, but with an edge.
"Hi! How are you? I'm Jill and this is my husband Mike. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
"No. This is my first time. A friend invited me, but I don't see him" Sheila replied. "My name is Sheila, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. Who is your friend? Maybe we can help you find him."
"Well, his name is Bill, but I think that this is his first time also. We work together and I think some friends of friends invited him and he then told me about it, so I thought I would come to see what was going on. The way he described it, it seemed like it would be nice. I'm new in town and I would like to make some friends who aren't into drinking or drugs. He's supposed to meet me here."
"Is Bill your boyfriend?" Mike asked.
"No, just some guy I work with. Seemed harmless enough, so I agreed to meet him here so we both could check it out."
"Well, come inside. We'll show you around and introduce you to people. Maybe we can find Bill."
"Thanks."
Mike and Jill took Sheila inside. The interior of the downstairs had been gutted. All of the interior walls had been removed to open up the space. Where first floor walls had once carried the weight of the upper level, now posts and beams substituted. The area was rectangular in shape, with a set of enclosed stairs running up along one wall on the long axis.
Being enclosed meant that you could not watch someone walk up the stairs, or down for that matter. You could only observe someone on the stairs if you stood at the end of them and looked up. From that perspective, all that could be seen was the far wall of the landing at the head of the stairway. Nothing could be seen of the layout of the upstairs. It was very private.
As Mike and Jill showed Sheila around, they remained close by her side. There was frequently physical contact between the three of them. Jill was pressed close on one side of Sheila and that, in turn, pressed her into Mike. That was to be expected, Sheila thought, it was crowded.
But it was also nice. Sheila could feel Mike's body against hers. It felt good. Mike was nice looking, maybe you could say handsome. Certainly he was not unattractive. His body was toned, not like a body builder, but like someone who got exercise regularly. Jill was lucky to have a guy like this. This was the kind of guy Sheila would like to have.
He was nice, spoke well, and was open, warm and not pushy. Jill seemed the same. A really nice couple. Sheila was attracted to them in a friendly way. She wasn't having any overt sexual thoughts about Mike, but a young girl couldn't help enjoying the company and feel of a nice man pressed against her. He felt safe, and Jill didn't seem to mind them being close.
As they guided her around the room, Sheila did not consciously notice how frequently Mike put his hands on her. Taking her elbow, his hand at her lower back, on her shoulder, he guided her, controlled where she went, who she met. There were a lot of people to meet, couples, singles of both sex, a few families, teens, middle aged parents, a real variety. It had the feel of a large family reunion. Just what Sheila had been missing since she moved to the city.
Jill turned to Sheila, "I have to so do something. I'll be back in a little while and I would really like to talk with you some more. I have enjoyed meeting you and want to get to know you better. So if you don't mind, would you stay with my husband while I am gone? He'll take good care of you and you can fend off all of the women who want to take him away from me." Sheila heard the mirth in Jill's voice and understood that last line was in fun.
"Sure. I would be happy to! Being with such a nice, good-looking guy a hard job, but somebody has to do it, right?"
Jill looked into Sheila's eyes, "Hold him tight. Enjoy my husband, it's OK. I know that he is enjoying you." With that, she departed. Sheila's eyes followed her as Jill made her way toward the stairs. The angle at which Sheila could observe the stairs, only allowed her to see a couple of the bottom steps.
As Jill began to ascend, another woman appeared to have descended and met Jill right as she began to climb. Sheila watched them as they talked briefly. Sheila couldn't hear them and she had no idea what they said. But when they finished, Jill reached her hand around the back of the other woman's head and drew her in for a kiss. On the lips. Which lingered for just a moment longer than would be expected. And was a little sensuous.
Sheila observed it, and in her subconscious it was noted, but she didn't make anything of it. It was subtle. Nothing that you could really comment on. Just one of those things that worms its way into your mind and you will recall later. Along with other things that your mind will use to form a picture, an understanding.
As Sheila and Mike continued making a circuit, they finally found Bill.
"Hi, Sheila! I've been looking for you."
"Yeah, I was looking for you too. I met Mike and his wife Jill. She's somewhere around here and should be back soon. They've been showing me around and introducing me to lots of people."
"Yeah, I've really been enjoying Sheila's company. She's nice to have close." With that Mike put his arm around Sheila's waist and firmly drew her to his side. He looked directly at Bill. Bill understood the challenge. Mike was communicating to Bill that he was too late. Mike had claimed her and he wasn't going to give her up to Bill. His eyes told Bill that there was nothing that Bill was going to do about it either. In relation to Bill, Mike was the Alpha.
Bill stammered. His fantasy shattered in the presence of the stronger male. Sheila had made no move toward him nor raised any objection to Mike's physical control of her body. She was his.
"Well, OK. I'm glad you are having a good time. See you around sometime." Bill walked away dejected. He returned to a small group of young men, boys almost, he had been talking to before he has spotted Sheila. They were a lot like him. Single, unattached, having no success with girls at all. And funny, from the back, they all looked a lot like Sheila when she had her hair up. Slim, boyish hips, small tight ass. Maybe Bill had found what he was actually looking for.
Sheila looked up at Mike, "Thank you for rescuing me. He's a nice enough boy, but I didn't want him to get the idea that this was a date or something."
"Always happy to rescue a beautiful woman in distress." He leaned down and surprised Sheila with a quick kiss on the lips.
Her hand slid up and caressed his muscular chest. She wasn't aware that she had done that. She was aware that she had enjoyed this stranger's kiss. It was so nice. Masculine but not threatening. There was a little tingle. She had felt so comfortable with Jill and Mike, that the kiss just seemed natural.
"I see that you have been enjoying my man. Can't say I blame you." Jill had returned. She had been gone just over 30 minutes. There was a fire in her eyes as she took Mike's head in both hands and pulled him to her lips for a full blown, lover's passionate melding. Tongues met and spoke French to each other.
"Wow!" Sheila thought. "Jill is so lucky." Sheila was a bit envious. Not that she would ever try to take another woman's man. That was just wrong. But if she should find Mike's twin, well, that would be good.
Mike and Jill finished their kiss. They spoke low to each other so that Sheila could only catch a part of what they said. Even if she had heard all of it, she wouldn't have understood. It just wasn't in her experience to be able to make sense of it. Yet.
"Ummmm. A little salty." Mike said.
"Just the way you like it." Jill whispered. "You know, you could drink straight from the fountain."
"Not my thing."
"But it was so hot when Jenny's husband drank from yours."
"That was his thing to do. He needed to do it."
"Oh yeah, I do understand that. I couldn't agree more. And husband, when we get home and you're hungry, I've got something nice and creamy for you to eat."
"Is Donna at the house or did she go out tonight?"
"I think she is at home."
"I was just thinking how much she likes cream, too."
"But I might run out if we share."
"How about I make her some more? A batch just for her?"
"Oh, I like the sound of that. So will she. But sweetie, you and Donna are going to have to make me my own too, one just for me?"
"Stop it, Jill, or I won't be able to hold out until the end of the party. I'll have to take you home right now. Besides, we need to get to know Sheila."
Mike and Jill did return their attention to Sheila and continued to talk with her and introduce her to the members of the House of Love. Eventually the get-together did wind down. People started to leave. Sheila never did see Bill again that night. In fact, she did not see him again for a long time. Management at the plant did another one of their never ending schedule shuffles.
"Wow! Thanks for the great time. I really enjoyed the party and getting to know both of you. This was really cool."
"We had a great time getting to know you, Sheila," said Jill. "Mike and I both hope you will come back. We would like to talk with you some more. Maybe invite you over to the house."
"That would be nice! Thanks, I'd like that."
Mike chimed in, "If you are interested, there is a service on Sunday at 10AM. You'd be welcome. And lots of people you met tonight will be there. Come check it out. See if you like it."
"I will. I had a good time and all the people I met were so nice to me. I'll see you Sunday."
Mike and Jill watched as Sheila walked to her car. She got the motor started, safely navigated through the maze of cars still in the front yard and drove off down the street.
Jill turned to Mike. "So what did you think of that tasty morsel?"
"Hmmm. Nice. Very nice. A definite possibility." Mike replied.
"I can't wait to watch you take her and make her one of us. She's ready. Ripe for the picking."
"Jill, slow down. You can scare them off if you go too fast. You can't push too hard or tell them everything at once. It takes time for them to accept the truth. We have to give it to them a little bit at the time. You know, draw them slowly. Besides, you know that Jack is always the first one in."
"I know Mike. He was the first in Donna and the first in me, I mean as far as the church is concerned. You know what I mean. After all, we were already married the first time he took me. But you are the one who made us who we are. You are the one who teaches us how to submit to God. Dad is God's instrument, but you are a teacher and the one who shows us the way to complete submission."
Sheila came to the next service on the following Sunday. She saw Jill and Mike and immediately attached herself to them. It was comfortable to be with the familiar. She was so glad that she had found a nice place to make friends. What a great church. The people were warm, friendly. They were affectionate with each other, lots of kissing and hugging. There were single guys there, nice looking ones, but they were just nice to her, she wasn't getting hit on all the time. They seemed to keep some distance.
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Mom was just a few years younger than Dad. The striking thing about her was that although she was 50+, she had not given up her femininity. Many women around that age starting cutting their hair in unflattering ways because it was easier to maintain. They let their appearance go, got fat, dressed sloppily. They just no longer made the effort. They seemed to care more about ease than they cared for their husband's needs. They became neuters.
Not this woman. She was fit. Her hair may be completely silver, but she still wore it just past shoulder length. The curls framed her face beautifully, showing off her blue eyes. She was simply a beautiful, sexually appealing woman who happened to be older. But the vitality she exuded made age irrelevant. She was strong, you could feel it. Young cocks made hard around her.
"You must be Sheila." Mom said in enthusiastic greeting. "Mike and Jill told me all about you. You must be so lonely in this big city all by yourself. No family at all! Well, we're your family now. Dad and I will have to spend some time with you and get to know you. We just can't wait to have you!"
Mike eyebrows popped up and a little sound escaped his throat. Jill squeezed his hand hard and her eyes issued a warning for him to keep quite. Sheila was so impressed that the leaders of the church had noticed her and took an interest.
She kept returning week after week. She made progress getting to match names with familiar faces. She talked and chatted with a lot of the wives, husbands and other single women. It was so much fun and she was really bonding with the people. It was nice not to be lonely.
Dad preached every Sunday. It was standard fare, very much like her Pastor back home. Her church wasn't one of those fundamentalist types. No hell fire and brimstone. No calls to have some crisis moment and confess sins or have a 'come to Jesus' moment.
Be a good person. Be moral and treat people nicely, just like you wanted to be treated. Obey the proper authorities, the government, your teachers, your parents, and especially listen to the Pastor, because he was the one who told you what God wanted you to do. Sheila's parents taught her that this was right. So Sheila listened to whatever Dad said, because he was just like the Pastor her parents had taught her to obey. God spoke through him.
Mike and Jill kept her close. Sheila felt protected, safe. They invited her over to their house every Sunday and sometimes during the week also. Sometimes they would invite Sheila over on Friday night. Movie night they called it. Mike had purchased one of the new 4-Head VCR machines. The picture quality was the best.
Jill always picked very romantic movies. The three of the snuggled down under the blankets on the couch to watch together. Jill would get Sheila to sit in between her and Mike and they would both press up on either side. Often, Jill would lean over and give Mike a passionate kiss. Sometimes during really sexy scenes, she would reach over and rub Mike's leg.
Six months went by. The visits for movie nights became more frequent until it was every week. That was in addition to seeing the couple every Sunday at church and spending most Sunday afternoons with them. One night, while they were all watching together, Jill leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear.
"You know how Mike always likes to get a kiss during the real sexy scenes. I've got to get the snacks out of the oven before they burn and there is a good one coming up. If I don't get back in time, give him a good one for me. I'll be back in a minute."
Sheila's eyes got wide and the expression on her face showed uncertainty.
"It's OK. It's just a kiss. You know how affectionate he is. Don't worry. I know that you think he's sexy. Just enjoy it. It's only a kiss. Have fun."
Jill went into the kitchen. She turned off the oven and pulled the snacks out, she placed the sheet on the stove top letting them cool. But she didn't return to Mike and Sheila.
The couch faced the outside wall of the house where the TV and VCR were set up in the entertainment center. The little dining area was between the couch and the kitchen, so when one stood in the door to the kitchen, the view was of the back of the couch. And the backs of the heads of whomever was sitting on the couch. Jill had a completely clear view of Mike and Sheila and the TV. The sexy scene was starting.
Mike leaned over to give Sheila her kiss. Sheila was a little scared about the whole thing. She was afraid Jill would get mad that she was kissing her husband. But then, she was the one who asked her to do it. Sheila was a little confused. But also excited because Mike was handsome and he had always been so nice and respectful.
He gave her a nice closed mouth kiss. That was nice she thought. Then he gave her another longer kiss, this time pressing in just a little, opening his lips just a bit. He didn't kiss like a boy, Sheila thought. It was her first real kiss from a man who knew how. Sheila felt a bit flushed. Mike broke the kiss and looked into Sheila's eyes.
"That was nice," he said. "I'd like another." Without waiting for an answer he kissed her again, opened his lips wider and Sheila felt his tongue slip across her lips and press to open them. She did open to him and their tongues danced.
"Oh my God" Sheila thought, "This is so good." It was the best kiss she had ever had in her life. Between the sexy romance movie and Mike's kisses, Sheila was getting warm. She was getting wet and her brain was overwhelmed with the pleasure of her contact with Mike. She yielded more to Mike's rising passion.
He was now making out with her and Sheila was completely given to it. He had her exactly where she wanted to be. All thoughts of Jill or the fact that this was another's husband or that his wife was just in the other room, fled her mind. Sheila was matching Mike's intensity, kissing him back with equal fervor.
Mike's hand reached up to cup and squeeze her breast. His thumb flicked across her swollen nipple. Pleasure coursed through her body. Sexual heat radiated from between her legs. His hand drifted down to her leg and he stroked her inner thigh, long ovals that just missed brushing her core. She was on fire.
Jill watched from the kitchen door as Mike made his move on Sheila. "Good boy" she thought. She could see from the movement of the upper part of his arm and shoulder that he had moved to caress Sheila's breast. "Smooth. Good work." She continued to watch as he moved down to the girl's leg. Jill heard Sheila's breathing get heavy as she was aroused higher and higher by Mike's attentions.
Jill slipped back into the kitchen, picked up the snacks with a hot pad and loudly announced, "Snacks are ready."
Sheila snapped back to reality. She was afraid Jill might have seen what she had been doing with her husband. Mike saw the look of panic in her eyes.
"It's OK" he said, "It's OK. Don't worry. Jill doesn't mind. She's OK with it. She asked you to."
Sheila wasn't convinced. She had expected a quick kiss, not a passionate session that left her wet and out of breath. She wasn't convinced that Jill wouldn't mind.
Jill came around the end of the couch with the hot snacks in hand. She set the tray down on the trivets that she had on the coffee table that was just in front of the couch.
"Hungry?" she asked, looking directly into Mike's eyes.
"Definitely" he said.
Jill turned to Sheila. "How about you?"
"OK. I guess I'm hungry, too." Sheila's voice was shaky.
"I'll bet you are." Jill thought. "I'm ravenous."
"Thanks for taking care of our man while I was gone. I like to keep him revved up till I get him in bed."
Thoughts of Mike and sex slammed into Sheila's brain. Images of him and Jill in bed, naked, together, reignited whatever had cooled down. The image of Jill was morphing into images of Sheila's body taking her place. It was too much.
"I think I better be going now" Sheila squeaked.
"Nonsense. The movie's not over and I just got the snacks. You said you were hungry." Jill didn't want Sheila to leave. She wanted her to remain close to Mike and she wanted the memory of that make out to linger. Jill wanted sexual thoughts about Mike to keep buzzing around Sheila's mind.
"You know, Sheila, you can kiss Mike anytime you like. I don't mind. I really don't. Why don't you give him another one right now while I watch. Go ahead, kiss him. Do it while I'm here with you. Just so you'll know that it's OK with me."
Mike leaned over again and took Sheila. She yielded to the passion and let Mike give her a full, deep kiss. It was so good. It felt so good. No boy had ever made her feel this way. And it was OK because Jill wanted her to.
As Mike was kissing Sheila, he raised his eyes to look over at Jill as she was watching them. Her eyes were on fire. A huge smile broke out on her face as she watched them. Mike knew what that smile meant. 'She's ours now.'
Mike abruptly broke off the kiss leaving Sheila wanting more. That's just what Jill wanted. She wanted for Sheila to continue to think about how she wanted more. How exciting it had been to be with Mike. And how much more exciting it could be.
Jill and Mike continued to watch the movie as if nothing unusual had happened. It was like another woman in a passionate embrace with this married man was perfectly normal. Nothing much that would need any special comment or notice.
Sheila, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it. Her mind couldn't get off the subject. Her thinking was so distracted, that when Jill announced that the movie was over, Sheila was startled.
She was having difficulty locating her keys and purse and the other things that she needed to gather together so she could depart. She was very absent minded. Jill and Mike had to help her find her things.
"Thanks for coming over tonight." Jill said. "Maybe you could come over again another night this week. I have another tearjerker of a movie I think you'll like."
Jill moved closer and lowered her voice. "And I think Mike wants more kisses from you."
As Sheila drove home, she had to force herself to keep her mind on her driving. Her attention wanted to wander to other subjects. When she got home, she quickly got out of her clothes, brushed her teeth, did the toilet, and jumped into bed. Sheila rarely slept nude, but she did so tonight.
The thoughts of Mike kissing her and caressing her breast and leg were looping through her mind. The fact that Jill approved, and even watched, made it OK for her to continue thinking about it. Sheila got more and more aroused. She kept imagining what Mike and Jill were doing right now. Fantasies of Sheila in Jill's place rolled through.
That night, Sheila did something that this 19 year old virgin had never done before. She did the dirty. The evil thing that her mother had told her never to do. It was a sin.
What she had done with Mike created feelings in her that overrode everything else. For the first time, Sheila touched herself.
Chapter 2
Four months earlier, about two months after Sheila went to that first party where she met Mike and Jill, they invited Sheila to attend meetings held on Thursday night, at the church. The attendance was much smaller and Sheila could tell that these people were like Mike and Jill, much more dedicated than many of the people who attended on Sundays. It was always like that, just the same as it had been in her family church back home.
Her old Pastor had always maintained that the more mature Christians came to not just the Sunday morning services, but the Sunday night as well. But the truly spiritual people were the ones who showed up at the midweek services. Just like her home church, the teaching at these meetings was deeper, for the more spiritual. Not everyone could accept these things.
The Apostle Paul had written in 1st Corinthians that he had to give the people in that church spiritual "milk" to consume, because they couldn't handle spiritual meat. They were immature and couldn't handle the deeper things, like a baby can't eat adult food. But in these meetings, Dad taught things that he didn't say to the larger crowd on Sundays.
You had to be invited to these meetings. If you were, then it was because you were different, special. It was expected that you could accept and act upon these more exclusive truths. These things were not for everyone.
Mike and Jill had invited Sheila to these meetings. Mom had told her that she should come. It wasn't just a suggestion. Mom was Dad's wife and if she told you to do something, it was assumed that she did so because Dad wanted you to do whatever it was, she was telling you to do. Dad held a direct appointment from God to be the Pastor and you didn't want to disobey God, because whatever Dad said was coming direct from God. So you did it. And you didn't ask questions. Who would be so foolish as to question God?
Sheila went. She listened. She learned. She believed. Sheila didn't know the Bible very well. Careful study had not been emphasized when she was growing up. She went to Sunday School as a child, learned all of the basic stories.
As a teen in the regular Sunday service with the adults, she listened to the sermons and believed what she believed, because the Pastor told her that was what she was supposed to believe. Just like the vast majority of people who attended religious services of any type.
Very few people ever took the time, or effort, to check for themselves, to find out if what the Priest, Pastor, or whatever, even knew what he was talking about. Much less, if what he was saying was contained in whichever holy writings they claimed their teaching came from. Sheila didn't then, she didn't now.
What Dad mostly talked about was submission to authority. How we should obey God through God's appointed representatives. It was not that Dad, or others like him, were perfect. The Apostles who wrote the Christian Bible weren't perfect either. But they had special appointment from God, and what they said was from God. Just like Dad.
Sheila learned about how the church worked. Dad was the head of the church. There were two Assistant Pastors, who happened to be Dad's sons. There were also Deacons who held important positions in the church. Mike was one of them, in fact, maybe the most important Deacon, as he was one of the main teachers. Dad's sons didn't teach, they mostly did administrative things.
So Sheila's Mike, her Mike, was really a Man of God and she had to listen to him and obey him because, in some ways, he was second only to Dad in importance. Sheila felt so proud of her Mike, and just a little envious of Jill, because she was married to such a man. Sheila wished she had a husband like Mike. She wouldn't mind submitting to someone like that.
Authority flowed down from Dad through the Assistant Pastors and through the Deacons to the members. The congregation, at least the core committed part, gave submission to those same Deacons and Assistants. They in turn, gave submission to Dad. The obedience to Dad didn't have to flow through any of the others. Dad could come to any individual and deal with them directly.
"Dad" reminded her of her real Dad back home. He was manly and expected you to obey. Her Mom had submitted to her Dad. She always did what he said. She never argued with him, at least Sheila had never seen them argue. Sheila had always obeyed whatever her Daddy had told her was right. She submitted to his will. God said "Obey your parents" and she did. This "Dad" was like her Daddy and she would obey him, too.
At these meetings, Sheila got to know others who were in the committed core of the church. There were other couples like Mike and Jill. One was Steve and Jenny. Mike and Jill were really close to them. Sheila knew that they spent a lot of time together. On nights when Sheila was not at the house, Steve and Jenny were likely to be there.
Jill had explained that this couple were being mentored, it was called "discipling" in the church, by Mike. He was giving them special teaching and instruction. It involved a lot of "hands on" kind of onenne time. Jill helped him.
Sheila now realized that Mike did a lot of that kind of thing. She also had heard that Dad did a lot of this individual instruction also. He called it counseling. She met many members of the church that went directly to Dad for "counseling".
Most of the couples in these meeting had another person associated with them. Always a single person, usually female, but some were males. The three of them were always together, like one unit. Almost always, the third lived in the same house with the couple, so it made sense that they would always be together. Nothing strange there. Not all singles were associated with a couple.
There were what Sheila thought of as "loose" singles. She didn't know their story, but they were all nice enough to her. The guys didn't hit on her. In fact, they did not interact with her much at all. It was like the word had gone out to leave her alone. That was OK with Sheila, not that she noticed it much. She wasn't interested in any of them. Mike and Jill took up most of her social life and she was happy with it.
Dad and Mom had a five bedroom house and they had five other women who live there with them. Dad counseled each of them and they were under his direct authority. They showed much affection and loyalty to Dad. Sheila had never seen so many women be so committed to one man. It was like he has six wives, Mom being the head wife. Well, he was a truly spiritual man, and being in his house and taught directly by him would be a great honor. These girls seemed to understand and appreciate that fact.
Donna was the single young woman who had formerly lived with Mike and Jill. Now she lived with Steve and Jenny. Donna had moved out of Mike's soon after Sheila had started attending. Jill had explained that Donna was continuing her spiritual development, and living with this new couple allowed her to learn from a variety of teachers. Not that Steve or Jenny were formally teachers in any sense, but everyone is unique and has something to give and teach and we should all experience variety.
It was after about four months of attending the Thursday night meetings that Mike and Sheila had kissed that night on the couch. Sheila had been confused by it and worried that it would hurt her relationship with Mike and Jill, regardless of the reassurances that Jill had given her.
It took several weeks, and more conversations with Jill before Sheila grew comfortable with it. Especially when Jill assured her that it would be OK if it happened again. In fact, Jill would be happy if it did and she wanted to be there to watch, just so Sheila would relax and let it happen.
During one of her talks with Sheila about experiencing Mike, Jill said, "There is another meeting that I think that you should go to with me. It's a women's meeting and it is taught by Mom. There are only a few women who are invited to come, because these teachings are so deeply spiritual. The teachings that Mom gives are subject to misunderstanding.
Most people can't comprehend the really deep things of God, and would ridicule and abuse what Mom would teach them. They have not been given the gift of understanding. Just like some who cannot understand that it is OK for you to kiss Mike and enjoy the pleasure of life that God created, as long as I am good with it. As long as I approve.
So, what we learn from her can't be shared outside of the small circle of women who attend. But Mike and I, and others, think you are ready for another step in your spiritual journey. We think that you have the aptitude for this deep level of spiritual experience. Do you think you would like to join?"
Sheila felt very privileged that she would be asked by the leaders of the church to participate in teachings this deep. She was being asked to join the true inner circle of the church. She was learning things way beyond what she had been taught at her church at home.
This is what made the House of Love so unique. There were things here that others just couldn't understand. Things that God only revealed to the chosen few. And God was choosing her. He was asking her to submit to His authority in ways that few ever were.
Yes, she would go, Yes, she would give herself to these new things, Yes, she would submit herself to the authority of the teaching, of the Deacons, of Mom. She would give herself to the authority of Dad and ultimately to that of God. God was making a path for her to follow and she would go where ever it led.
Chapter 3
The Women's Study Group met on Tuesday nights. With Sundays at church, Thursdays at the midweek services, movie nights at Mike and Jill's, and working every day, Sheila didn't have much time for anything else. After household chores and all of the other things in life that take up time, Sheila didn't have any life outside of church and church people. Her identity was increasingly wrapped up in the House of Love. All of her time centered around it. Her thoughts were constantly influenced by what was taught there.
The Tuesday night study was held at the house of one of the members. It was a large older house, but affordable because rents in that area of town were low. There was a room in the house that look like it was 20'x20'. It was furnished with upholstered chaise lounge, day beds, ottomans, and a few chairs. All of the pieces of furniture were what Sheila thought of as oversized, or at least over wide.
Jill chose one of the double wide Chaise for them. She lay on her side and pulled Sheila down to recline beside her. They lay on their sides. Many of the other women also partnered up on various pieces of furniture. It was all so very relaxed and comfortable and dress was extremely casual.
Mom sat in one of the chairs and began conversing with the group. Chit chat went round for about fifteen minutes before things settled down and Mom began to talk. Jill had an arm draped over Sheila and was gently running her fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of her hand. It was a slow, sweet gesture of affection. Sheila felt her body melt into Jill.
"We have a new member joining us today. This is Sheila, I am sure that all of you already know that. Although she has been with us at the House of Love for less than a year, she has been recognized by the leadership of the church as a quickly maturing member of our congregation. It has been decided that she is ready for some of the deeper teachings of the church.
So I am asking, that you who have been here a while, and already know many of the things that I will be going over, not to jump ahead or to short circuit Sheila's learning process. Let me be her teacher. Many of the things that you have come to believe took some time to absorb, and there was an order in which they were taught to you.
There was a reason things are taught the way they are. Each new concept must be built upon acceptance of the last. Until each lesson is learned well, the next cannot be revealed. True spiritual knowledge must be gained in this fashion. And as you know, each step requires a greater commitment and demonstration of submission to God's will."
Mom began talking and after about an hour of talking she was done. The women socialized for about another hour afterward, and then they broke up and all went their separate ways. That was the pattern for the meetings.
Sheila learned a little more each week. The rest of the ladies did not discuss with her any spiritual truths that Mom had not already taught in her presence. Once Mom had revealed something, the rest of the women then would talk about it in front of Sheila or even with her freely. But Sheila could tell that they were disciplined about not saying anything ahead of Sheila's level of knowledge. Even Jill never gave a hint about what was to come.
Over the course of months, hidden knowledge was revealed to Sheila. Deep spiritual insights formed in her mind as she grew in maturity concerning the secret teachings of the House of Love. Sheila learned about the necessity of complete submission to the authority of the church and the leaders. She learned how this was ordained by God and to rebel, in any way, against God's order of authority, was direct rebellion against God Himself.
Mom taught her that Dad was the highest authority in this church and must be obeyed without question. Sheila understood it is impossible to commit a sin, if what one does, is done in obedience to Dad's authority, or authority derivative of his. That meant, that if Mom told Sheila to do something on the basis of Dad's authority, and Sheila did it, even if it turned out to be wrong, it was on Mom's account not Sheila's. So she could completely obey without fear of God's anger, because Mom would stand between her and God, and God would deal with Mom and not Sheila.
The same was true for Sheila's submission to her immediate spiritual authority, Mike. Mike was "her" deacon and as such he exercised God's authority over her as he received it from Dad. Jill derived her authority from Mike, and so whatever she directed Sheila was OK to do, for the same reasons as the others.
Mike and Jill continued to draw Sheila closer. Their relationship was strengthened as Sheila's new beliefs allowed her to increasingly let Mike, primarily, and Jill also, to have input into the detail of her life. The Sunday afternoons with the couple continued as did movie nights.
One night as they watched. Mike lay down on the couch on his side. He pulled Sheila down with him and the spooned together. Mike was caressing Sheila's shoulders and neck. He stroked her body with his hands. It felt good to Sheila. She like having this strong man handle her.
Jill had instructed her that she needed to be more casual around them, more free. Jill had dressed her that night in a tight, wife beater style T shirt and a short skirt, no bra or panties. Jill told her that she liked to tease Mike, and Sheila dressing in this provocative way got her the kind of results she wanted, once Sheila had left and gone home. Mike would be insatiable
Sheila liked the way he took control of her and exercised authority over her. She was a good girl and she would obey God. She would submit to Mike and Dad and allow them to tell her what were the right things to do.
As she spooned with Mike, his physical touch was getting her aroused. He got her turned on every time they were together. She had to masturbate more and more often, as she allowed herself to be touched in very pleasurable ways when she was with him. Her fantasies were increasingly about him.
She had no guilt about these things because it was what Mike wanted from her and Jill approved. Jill was actually encouraging Sheila to take comfort this way. That night as she lay with Mike, Jill brought a chair and used it to sit down, facing them on the couch.
"I love watching the two of you together. I love the way your body responds to Mike's touch. Turn on to you back and look at Mike. I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly, even if it embarrasses you a little. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Do you fantasize about Mike?"
Sheila hesitated and blushed a little. "Yes I do."
"Do you fantasize about sex with him?"
"Yes."
"What do you do when you are having your fantasy?"
"I touch myself."
"Do you mean that you masturbate?"
"Yes."
"Do you bring yourself to orgasm?"
"Yes."
"Thinking about Mike."
"Yes."
"Touch yourself now."
Sheila obeyed. She submitted to God as her hand reached between her legs and began to stroke. Mike leaned his head down and began to kiss her passionately. His hand slid up under her T shirt and began squeezing and manipulating her breast. His thumb and finger rolled and pinched and stretched her nipple.
Sheila looked over at Jill. She was removing her shirt and exposing her breasts to their view.
"They were so beautiful" Sheila thought.
Jill reached over and pulled Sheila's T shirt up to her neck exposing her to Mike.
Jill looked at Mike. "Go ahead. Suck her."
Mike grinned at her. He knew that his wife was on fire. Nothing turned her on as much as watching him have sex with another woman. She had been living the dream when Donna lived with them, seemed like he took her every night, while Jill watched. Jill was seeing that good life returning, as Mike was licking and drawing Sheila's nipples into his mouth.
Mike took a break from Sheila. He slid a hand under her back and pressed to sit her up. As he did, Jill reached over and pulled the T shirt over Sheila's head. She was now nude from the waist up. Jill ran her hand over Sheila's firm breasts.
"Nice."
Mike laid her down again and resumed his attention to her body. He kissed her mouth as tongues sensuously twirled. He kissed her face and neck. Licked her ears and danced the tip of his tongue inside. He sucked on the lobe. He learned in past sessions that her neck and ears very sensitive when she was aroused, and it drove her crazy when he did this.
Mike reached down and covered her hand that she was using to bring herself to orgasm. He gently pushed it out of the way.
"I'll do it. Just give yourself to me. Submit to God."
He slipped one finger into her soaked pussy. He slowly carefully and probed until he touched what he was looking for. Her hymen was still intact. She was virgin. Dad would be so pleased.
He looked up at Jill who was watching him intently. A smile spread across his face as he nodded his head. When Jill saw his answer, she threw her head back and began to furiously piston pump her fingers in side herself. Mike placed another finger inside Sheila and short stroked her, as he wanted that cherry to remain whole.
Sheila did give herself up. She gave up all control and gave herself to God through Mike. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. This is what ecstasy was. It was a spiritual event even more than a physical one. She felt united with God as Mike brought her to orgasm.
As Sheila was cumming, she saw Jill. She was completely nude. The chair was close to the edge of the couch and Jill's feet were planted on the corners of the cushions. Knees spread wide, Jill's hand was jacking her pussy as fast and as hard as she could. She was peaking at the same time as Sheila. They were cumming together. That started a whole other orgasmic cycle in Sheila.
When she came down just a bit, Mike quickly untangled himself from Sheila and got off of the couch. He stood and pulled off his pants in one movement. His rock hard cock sprung out in front of him. Sheila gasped. She had never seen a hard cock except in some pictures. It was breathtaking.
Mike grabbed Jill, pulled her up out of the chair, and pushed her toward the couch. Knees on the cushions, elbows and arms on the top of the back rest of the couch. Jill's own back gracefully arched as her ass pushed out.
Sheila had the perfect side view as Mike began to jackhammer his cock in and out of Jill's pussy. He grabbed her hips and he slammed in again and again. Jill was screaming with the pleasure of that rod filling her over and over.
The sight made Sheila begin use her fingers to again vibrate her clit as fast as she could. She quickly approached another mind blowing orgasm. Mike look down at her.
"Yeah! Do it! Do it! Yes! Yes!" he shouted over and over.
Jill gyrated wildly as she came. She was watching Sheila also. Sheila's was right behind her in orgasming. Mike pulled his cock out of Jill, walked over and knelt on the floor next to Sheila's head. He pulled her head close.
"Open your mouth and take my cock inside. Now close your lips and when I shoot off, you will swallow."
Sheila did as she was told. She had never had a cock in her mouth, much less sucked one off. But Mike did all the work. While his cock was in Sheila's mouth, he stroked himself a few times and blasted hot cum into her mouth.
Sheila started to gag, but kept swallowing as Mike had told her to do. When he was almost done, he pulled out and shot the last bit on her lips. Jill's face appeared over Sheila's and Jill gave her a kiss as passionate as any as she had ever gotten from Mike. Jill licked up all of the left over cum that had smeared Sheila's lips. It was the hottest sex she'd had since Donna had moved out. And this was better.
"I think that you are ready for the next step in your spiritual journey. I'll let Mom know."
"It's called the Mary experience."
Mom was meeting with Sheila onenne. Jill was there also, to give support and encouragement, but Mom had forbidden her to speak. This conversation must be strictly between her and Sheila.
"Sheila, this step is so important that I have to talk to you about this with no one else around. Except Jill, who is part of the spiritual authority that is over you. You know what the Bible teaches about Mary and the birth of Jesus. That an Angel told Mary that she would have a child and that child would be from God. All of that is, of course completely true. Mary was a virgin.
But there are also other ancient texts, secret tests that tell us more about what happened. There is nothing that contradicts what you have learned, but it fills in the blanks. This is secret knowledge that was suppressed by the early Church. They didn't want this version of events to get out. We are a part of those chosen by God to preserve this knowledge, and now you are going to share in that secret.
You can never reveal this to the outside world. They will curse you, ridicule you and hate you. They do not want to believe it. But God has chosen you, Sheila, to have this knowledge and to act upon it. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Are you ready to hear what I have to say? You will never be the same once you hear what I tell you. You will never be able to forget it. You will always know in your heart that it is true, no matter how much you wish to deny it. Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"OK. You know that in the Old Testament, God appeared on the Earth in the form of a human several times. You know from your Sunday School lessons that he appeared to Abraham along with two Angels. In this form, He is usually referred to as The Angel of the Lord."
"Yes, I remember the story."
"Look at me, Sheila. This is the form God used when he appeared to Mary."
Sheila was a little confused. She had never heard this before and she couldn't figure out what it meant. Mom saw the look on her face.
"Let me be very clear to you about what I am saying. And forgive me for being a bit crude, but I want to be crystal clear. OK?"
Sheila nodded her head.
"God fucked Mary. He appeared to her in physical form, took his physical cock and put it into her virgin pussy. God took Mary's virginity. He shot cum inside her and got her pregnant. He had sex with her, just like you watched Mike have sex with Jill. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, I think so."
"Do you or don't you?"
"Yes. I understand."
"The question for you Sheila, is do you want to be Mary? Do you want to have the Mary experience?"
"What do you mean?"
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and stretch you and stroke you to orgasm and let you cum on a cock for the first time? Do you want to feel his hot cum fill you up? Will you give yourself to him?"
"Is God going to make me pregnant too?"
"No, God made all the babies he's going to. One was enough. But you can experience what Mary felt that night. It is an extreme spiritual experience, as well as a physical one."
"How is the possible?"
"God is not coming back to Earth to have sex with you. But he has left a few men with us, who are His designated representatives. You can experience sex with God through them. It's like when you take communion in church. The host remains physical bread and wine, but God inhabits them and there is a spiritual communion with God as you partake.
So it is in this instance. The physical man remains, but God inhabits him and through him you can experience what it is like to be God's concubine just as Mary did. The secret texts also tell us that God continued to have sex with Mary for the rest of her life."
"What about Joseph? Wasn't Mary his wife?"
"Yes, she was his wife as well. But he was her physical husband. God was her spiritual husband.
This is a rare privilege, Sheila. Very few women are ever offered this opportunity. And it won't come again. You need to consider this carefully.
One of the reason that I asked Jill to be with us is that she was one of the few that has had this experience that you are being offered. She was not a physical virgin as you are, but she was a spiritual virgin. Being a physical virgin as well will only enhance your spiritual experience that much more.
Jill do you have anything that you want to say to Sheila about the Mary experience?"
"Sheila, do this. You have no idea how this will change you. You will become free from all restraint, all bounds. Having sex with God is the highest experiences any woman can have. It is deeply spiritual. Say yes."
Mom continued, "Let me add that once you become God's concubine, you will be his concubine for the rest of your life. You can have sex with him through his representatives over and over. The pleasure never has to end.
There is one more thing. Once you have been through the initial experience, you can designate who will be the physical representative of God for you. As long as he is a spiritually qualified person, of course."
"Who did you choose?" Sheila asked Jill.
"Mike. And you could choose him too. I'd like for you to do that, if you wanted to."
"You wouldn't mind? We could both have him as the spiritual representative. I could have sex with him anytime I wanted?"
"Yes, you could have him all you wanted. You just have to say yes to the Mary experience."
"OK. Yes. I'll do it."
"She's going to be ours. You don't get the cherry. You know the deal, Dad gets that and as many repeats as he wants. Just like he does with me. But we get the whole rest of the Sundae. Two wives to give you those salty kisses you love so much."
The Mary experience was truly transformative. It would do just what Jill had said it would, but not for the reasons some believed. There was no objective reality to it. God did not inhabit Dad. Sheila was not going to have sex with actual God.
But the belief that Sheila held about the coming event, created a subjective reality that had very real effects in this world. It was more powerful than any set of "facts". She believed that she was going to copulate with God through Dad's physical presence. His cock would become God's cock and Sheila would completely surrender herself to God's will.
The House of Love had collectively created a new subjective framework for Sheila, so that she was able to accept new truth. From the outside, a nonbeliever might see the total lack of objective truth in the Mary experience. But for Sheila, her belief system created a reality that was cohesive and logical. God was a spirit. God has on numerous occasions appeared in human form. God impregnated Mary.
All of those things any orthodox Christian church would teach. What the House of Love taught was dependent on that traditional doctrine. It was the foundation upon which Jack Baylor had built his lies. What changed Sheila's view of reality was that last five percent. The 95% truth now transformed into something completely different by the addition of something new. The "ancient text" that gave new information about the Mary experience. The "secret knowledge" that only the chosen few could receive.
It was like changing the aim point of a rifle by ½ of one degree. Close in, it made no difference. But over time and distance, the effect accumulated and the result was completely different. The House of Love had taking Sheila's existing, traditional belief system and given it a nudge.
The change in Sheila had been facilitated by her isolation. She had left behind all of her support systems when she moved away from home. The family and friends and traditional church that had shaped and supported her beliefs and her thinking were no longer there. She needed to find new supports. The House of Love became her new church, her new friends and her new family. All of her support systems now came from one place and directed her to this acceptance of a new reality.
The day of her Mary experience was fast approaching. Mike and Jill were helping Sheila to prepare for the event. Sheila's submission to Mike and Jill was progressing to new and greater levels. It was building toward her ultimate submission to God.
She spent more and more time at their house. Sometimes she spent the night in one of the spare bedrooms. It had been Donna's room when she had lived there. Mike and Jill left their bedroom door open and told Sheila that she should leave hers open at night also. They said that it helped the Air Conditioning circulate and that if the doors were closed, the rooms would get hot.
Sheila would lay in the bed listing to the sounds of sex as Mike and Jill brought each other to the intensity of climax. She heard the slapping of flesh together, the grunts and cries, the encouragements, as she fingered herself to orgasm again and again. One night she got up out of bed, quietly walked out of her room and to the open door of their bedroom.
She watched as Mike mounted Jill from behind. The sight of his cock fucking her as she gave herself to him, was just as exhilarating as the first time Mike made Sheila cum. That was the same event when she had first watched as Mike took Jill on the couch. She thirsted for Mike to fill her mouth again with that hot spunk, as he had then.
Jill looked up and saw Sheila watching them. She smiled at Sheila, letting her know that she was welcome to vicariously share the moment. Jill liked being watched. She loved performing sex for an audience. It heightened the thrill. Made cumming that much better. Soon, little girl, soon.
Sheila returned to their room on other nights. She began to want to sleep at their house just so she could listen to the two of them and watch what they did together. It was building a powerful lust in her. Jill had told Mike that Sheila was watching and he should look for her standing in the door way.
The next time, Mike was watching for her as she appeared. He looked at her intently as he continued to stroke himself inside of Jill. His eyes did not turn away. He was telling Sheila, "This is what I am going to do with you. I am going to take you just like I take her. Soon you will be here, with my cock filling you, and she will be the one watching."
Sheila entered the room. She walked over to an arm chair that was near the door. One leg lifted over the arm and she rested her foot on the seat cushion. The other leg still stood on the floor. The result was that her legs spread wide and her pussy was in full view. She slowly ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Her eyes said to Mike, "This is what I want to give you. This is what I want you to have. Take me. Use me." She timed her orgasm so that she could peak at the same time as Mike and Jill came together. She was in union with them.
This particular day, Jill had dressed Sheila in a simple, mid-thigh length robe made of very sheer material. It was definitely see through. Sheila was standing directly in front of Mike. Jill stood directly behind her, and was giving her gentle kisses on her neck while rubbing her hands up and down Sheila's arms.
Sheila was getting wet from the stimulation, but mostly because Mike's hard cock was sticking straight out from between the fold of the silk lounging robe that he was wearing. Her hand reached out and fingers wrapped around his shaft as she slowly stroked him. She was getting better at this all the time. But then, she was getting more and more practice as Jill taught her. Today's lesson was on Sheila's favorite subject. How to get Mike to inject his hot load directly past Sheila's lips and down her throat.
Jill reached around Sheila and with both hands drew her robe open, exposing her naked breasts to Mike's eyes. She then gently massaged Sheila's breasts and lifted them in offering to her husband.
"This is my gift to you."
Mike's hand stroked Jill's face as he murmured, "Thank you, my love."
He leaned down and took that perfect breast in his own hand and brought his lips to the erect nipple. He sucked it in and flicked his tongue back and forth. His teeth lightly bit down and he drew that little bud out, stretching her. Sheila sucked in a breath as the pleasure coursed through her body. She was so ready for him.
Jill's hands pressed on the top of Sheila's shoulders, directing her body down. Sheila slowly went to her knees while she released her grip on Mike's cock. When she rested on her knees, Mike stood out right at the level of her lips. Oh God, how she loved this cock. It was so beautiful, so masculine, so hard. She loved the taste of it, she loved serving it with her mouth. She wanted to serve it with her pussy.
She took it in her mouth. Sheila relaxed her throat and pushed out her tongue. She pressed her head forward and took him down to the bottom. Jill had taught her how to do this. She had called it deep throating. Back up to the top and back down again.
Jill was kneeling behind Sheila offering instruction and advice. She knew exactly how Mike loved to get his cock sucked and she was turning Sheila into an expert.
"Back up to the top and now out. Run your tongue on the underside just at the head. Now take just the head, close your lips around it. Swirl your tongue around the head, flick it back and forth. Press down into the slit, stroke along it. Now back down all the way to the bottom, let him all the way into your throat. Good girl."
Mike was getting close. Sheila could feel him tensing and his balls were rising in the sack. Her reward was near. Mike began to buck his hips. Jill clamped both hands down on the back of Sheila's head as cock stroked down her throat. Mike grabbed the sides of Sheila's head for leverage as he began to fuck her throat in earnest. He groaned as he began to shoot hot streams into her.
"Don't swallow, baby" Jill whispered. "Hold it all in your mouth. You can do it." When Mike finished spasming, he withdrew. Sheila opened her mouth to show him her tongue swimming in his cum. Jill planted her lips on Sheila's and her tongue and swirled around in the cream. They shared it back and forth until they both swallowed.
"Now stand up and give Mike a nice salty kiss. He loves that."
The day had finally come. Sheila was going to give her virgin pussy to God. She would become Mary. Mom had arrived at Mike and Jill's to help with the final preparations. Sheila would be dressed very simply, just a cape like covering. She would be need to completely naked when she entered the room where her encounter would take place.
"I have final instructions for you. You are about to give yourself totally and completely to God. You are surrendering your will to His and you will have a spiritual experience very few woman have ever had. You have been chosen and are highly favored.
When you enter the room, you will see that man whom God has chosen as His vessel. You will approach him and he will address you as Mary, for that is who you are. He will ask if you are ready to surrender your will to the will of God. You will answer with the same words spoken by that original Mary thousands of years ago, 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.'
You will then demonstrate that you are there of your own volition. That you have been in no way coerced, and this is your utmost desire. You will kneel before him, take his cock into your mouth and such God's cock until it is hard. You will prepare it for the giving of yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. One more thing that you must know. It is the last part of the secret knowledge that you need. It has been withheld from you until this time as it is something only known to the Marys. You must never reveal this part of your experience to anyone except to other Marys.
Do you remember what the Apostle Paul said about how we are to address God when we are in His presence? He said we are to cry out 'Abba'. It is a Greek word that is left untranslated in the English Bibles that you have read all your life. The translators knew perfectly well what it meant, but they were so afraid if its implications they would not let people see the truth that was right in front of them. Do you see what I am trying to say?"
"No, I don't get what you are telling me."
"Abba is a term of endearment of a child to their father. You are a child of God, correct?"
"Yes."
"You are a girl, so you are God's daughter, correct?"
"Yes."
"As was Mary."
"Yes."
"You are going to, as did she..." Mom spoke the next words very slowly and clearly. "...you are going to fuck your father. Your ultimate father. Abba means 'Daddy'. You are going to give yourself to your Daddy. And when you are with him, you will address him that way. When you are cumming on his cock, you will cry out his name. Say it."
"Daddy"
"What are you going to tell him?"
"Fuck me Daddy."
"Good girl. You are ready."
Sheila was loaded into the backseat of an unfamiliar car. Mike drove and Jill sat in the front with him. Mom sat in the back with Sheila. They were taking a route that Sheila has not traveled before.
"When we are a little nearer our destination, I am going to cover your eyes with a bit of cloth. We will guide you out of the car and into the place that has been prepared for your time. Don't be afraid."
Sheila was shivering, not with fear but with excitement. Everything had lead up to this moment. She wanted this so bad. She was going to give herself to God, to her Daddy. Her emotions were so amped up that she thought she was going to pass out. It was all she could do to control herself. She was so wet she was afraid that she would soak the car seat through.
Mom reached over and tied the cloth over her eyes. They were almost there. Soon, Sheila felt the car turn up a driveway and come to a stop. Car doors opened and shut and then Sheila's was opened and a hand was on her arm, pulling on her to direct her out of the back seat.
"It's me" Jill said. "Trust me. I will guide you and make sure that you don't trip over anything. Just listen to me and do what I say."
They walked across some open flay ground until Jill said, "Two steps. Now. One. Two. A short walk now, and stop."
Sheila heard the sound of a door opening.
"Now one step. Up. And we're in."
Sheila was guided through what she supposed was a house, turning first on way and then another. She was complete disoriented by the time they came to a halt. The cloth was removed from her eyes. She was in a darkened hallway standing before a closed door. Jill, Mike and Mom were with her.
Jill gave her a light kiss. "It's your time." She removed the covering that hid Sheila's body.
Mike opened the door. Sheila entered into the holy room.
As soon as Mike closed the door, he reached over and aggressively pressed sexual advances on Mom. He took hold of her and began kissing her ferociously. He shoved his hand under her blouse fondling her breasts.
"Get it open" he growled.
Mom quickly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, exposing her now naked breasts to Mike's lust filled eyes. He was leering at her, there was hunger for raw sex and she was the object of his desire.
She had no fear of him. She welcomed the unbridled lust that was pouring out of him. That's the way she liked it from him. All power, no warmth. Just fucking, hard and fast.
"Do you want to fuck Mommy?" She said it just to provoke him. He wasn't her physical son, but he was her spiritual son. Everyone with half a brain knew that Mike would be the successor to Jack, whenever the time came.
He was already taking over certain duties. He would be the one who would take her if something happened to Jack. She loved the thought of offering herself to him 24/7.
Mike loved fucking Mom. He didn't really know why. There was just something about her. She knew exactly how to stoke him up to a red hot fevered pitch. Somewhere his brain knew that she did it on purpose, but that just made Mike like it all the more. He shoved his hand down the front of her pants and roughly grabbed her sex, jamming finger into her wetness.
Mom fortunately knew just what to do and was always a half step ahead of Mike. She had already unzipped her pants and loosened her belt to accommodate his next move. She played him like a fiddle. She loved the way he raped her. Not that it was rape, because that implies nonconsent. And there was definitely nothing nonconsensual in what Mom was doing. If there was anything nonconsensual going on, it would apply to Mike. He really had no idea how much Mom played him.
Mike loved her body. She was the same size as she was when she had been a teen athlete. She even had a washboard stomach. Every part of her body was firm, toned and fit.
Mike turned her around and was tugging at her pants to get them off of her. He was going to take her right there in the hallway.
"Let's go watch" Jill said. "I don't want to miss her first step in descent to the Magdalene experience."
"As long as Mike fucks me while we do." Mom replied. "By the way, how long do think it will take us to get her to the Magdalene?"
"I don't know, Mom. First, we have to get her through this Mary experience. And right now I don't want to think about that. I just want to fuck your tight ass" was Mike's comment.
They went down a hall that led to the other side of the room that contained Sheila and Dad. There had been added to the entrance on that side, a two door light trap. You entered through the first door into a small space, then closed the door behind you before opening the second door and entering the room. This way, no light from outside of the room would enter and your presence in the room would not be noted.
The part of the room into which this entrance was located, had all been painted flat black. Walls, ceilings, and every fixture had been coated to absorb and not reflect any light at all. There was a padded rail that crossed your path soon after you entered. It was flat black also. If you didn't know it was there, in the dark you would stumble into it.
Mike knew just where it was, He pushed Mom over so that her arms could rest on top of the padding. He completed the task of pulling her pants down and she stepped out of them. In the meantime, Jill had found her tube of lubricant and, by feel, located Mom's hole. She squeezed a little around it and then pushed the nozzle in. A hard squeeze then injected a good amount inside. Jill had learned by experience that if these two were within 10 blocks of each other, she better have lube at the ready.
Jill then sat down on the floor, spun around and scooted between Mom's legs. Her back was now towards the action, but she could hear Sheila screaming for 'Daddy' to fuck her. She lifted her head until she clamped her mouth onto Mom's pussy. Her tongue began licking.
Mike lined up behind Mom and moved his shaft around until he felt the lubed rosebud. Once there, he just shoved it in hard. No foreplay, no mercy, just pushed in and started stroking. That's exactly what Mom wanted. Just shut up and fuck. He was stroking that asshole as hard as he could while he watched "Daddy" fully bury that cock into Sheila's cunt for the very first time.
"Oh, yeah" he thought "she's one of us now."
As she entered, Sheila saw that there were candles lit. They were the only source of light. There was a figure in roughly the center of the room. It was a man wearing a robe. It looked something like a minister's robe she had once seen a TV preacher wearing. She couldn't tell what color it was, it could have been white but looked gold in the candle light.
"Mary?"
Sheila didn't recognize the voice. She couldn't make out the features on the face either.
"Daddy." She answered.
"Come here child. Have you come to me again so soon?"
Sheila was confused for a moment. "I've never been here before," she thought. But then she understood. She was Mary, as were all of the other 'Marys' who had come into this room before her. Just as the man who stood before her was God.
"Yes, Daddy."
Sheila walked over to the robed man. He saw now that he wore a mask.
"Why have you come my daughter?"
"Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word."
Jack groaned. "Life doesn't get any better than this," he thought. "Beautiful 19 year old virgin pussy. God, I never get tired of this. So tight, so willing, they give themselves so freely when properly prepared."
Jack thought about the fact that he had never lost any woman who had been through the Mary experience. After this, they would do anything. Once this girl has fucked her 'father', and he was right now her ultimate 'father', she lost all inhibitions. He could get her to do anything. He was definitely going to have this one again.
Not that he needed another. He had six at home to fill any need he had. Any fantasy he could dream up, they would do. His wife believed in submission to God's appointed authority. She had helped bring this fresh pussy to him tonight. She scheduled the girls in his house to fill his bed. He fucked them all while she watched. None of this counted all of the other women in the church that had submitted to him.
It had gotten to the point that he was having to delegate. Mike was really good at this. At least as good, maybe better, that he was. Certainly a worthy successor. Not like his stupid kids.
"Show me what you desire, daughter." Jack parted his robe revealing a semi-hard cock. It was rising as his anticipation grew about what was to come.
Sheila lowered herself to her knees and took the cock in hand and then in her mouth. She brought all of the skills Jill had taught her, and she had practiced on Mike, to the joyous task of pleasuring God's cock. This cock, which in a few minutes, would take her virgin pussy and allow her to become Mary. She was so wet with sexual arousal that she wanted to get herself off while she sucked God dry. But no, she need to give that to her Daddy.
"Damn!" Jack said to himself. "Jill has out done herself this time. This one is better than the last one. What was her name? Yeah, even better than Donna."
Jack had to stop her before he came in her mouth. She had gotten to him faster than he had thought possible. He had been slowing down as he got older, but this girl was going to make him pop like a teenager. He withdrew his cock and pulled Sheila to her feet.
"You have demonstrated your sincerity. You have demonstrated that no one has compelled you to be here. You are here of your own free will."
"Yes, Daddy. I have wanted to be here for a long time. I want to be Mary."
"My good little girl. Tell me plainly daughter, what do you want from me?"
"Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me. Take my virginity and make me Mary forever."
Jack directed Sheila to a strange piece of furniture. It was in the shape in an inverted 'Y'. Where the arms of the 'Y' branched out, there was a bend in the piece that shot the arms up into the air. At the end of each arm, was a projection along the inside edge that was perpendicular to the flat of the arm. All of the twists and bends of this sex chair were made possible because it was made out of one sheet of steam bent plywood, then upholstered over and cushioned.
Jack helped Sheila up on the contraption. He had to take some of her weight while he got her settled. He spread her legs and hooked them over the projections. This prevented her from closing her legs unless she could get them back up and over the projections again. That would be difficult from the way she would be sitting.
The area where the arms branched out from the trunk was cut away so that there was no support for her butt. Her weight was resting on her thighs and back. This allowed unrestricted access to her pussy and ass. Jack could stand upright, step in between the arms of the 'Y' and take her in either hole he desired.
The back piece, the trunk of the upside down 'Y', curved back away from him. When Sheila leaned back, it caused her back to arch, her stomach to stretch and flatten and her breasts to be thrust forward. There were two handles sticking out of the trunk above her head that Sheila could grab on to if she lifted her arms over her head. This allowed Sheila to be able to use her arm and leg muscles to jack herself up and down on his cock, even if he was completely still. Overall, Sheila was bent into a 'V'.
Jack stepped right up to Sheila, took his still hard cock and laid it inside of Sheila's lips and over her clit. She was so wet that she was leaving drops on the floor. Sheila drew in her breath sharply. Her state of arousal could not have been any higher. It had been climbing all day as she was anticipating this moment. Her dream was coming true. She would be Mary as God took her, just as he had that original.
Sheila began to have intense orgasms almost immediately. She had worked herself up into such and emotional and sexual frenzy throughout the day as she prepared, that any touch was going to set her off. He touched. She lit off.
"Oh yes, Daddy, yes. Please, please, Daddy, please fuck me. Please take me Daddy. Make me yours. I'll do anything you want me to. Take my will and make it yours. I'll do it Daddy. Please, just please fuck me!" Sheila was shouting at the top of her voice.
Jack pulled his cock out of that sweet valley. He hated to stop. It felt so good, like slick velvet curling up to surround his rock hard pole. But there was a cherry to pop. A virgin cunt to be stretched for the first time.
As he pulled away, Sheila began to scream.
"No, Daddy, no! Please don't stop. I need it! Please don't leave me! Please Daddy, please."
Jack took his cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down the channel. He felt for the opening of her tunnel. Down that hole was the prize. He teased her some more just for the pleasure of hearing her scream for his cock. His ego soared. He felt his power over her body, over her mind. She was his completely. She would do any kind of sex he wanted. She would perform with anyone he designated just for his pleasure of watching. She had no will of her own. She had given the totality of her being to God.
Jack pushed into her sopping wet tunnel. Just the head, no more. Sheila stopped screaming. She was breathing so hard and short it sounded like a reverse hiccup. She was on the knife edge of anticipation.
Jack pulled out. Sheila mewled. There was a barely heard, "please." Jack pushed back in just a little deeper.
"More. Oh. God, please more."
He slowly stroked in and out, a little deeper each time. Her cunt was so tight. It was like sticking his dick in a furnace, she was so hot. She was whining. Finally, the head of his cock touched her hymen. The sweet cherry at last.
"Not to rush" he thought. This moment is to be savored. Sipped like a fine wine. Enjoy it. Remember it. She will never be a virgin again. It's mine and it will never be anyone else's. He pulled his cock all the way out, just leaving in the head. He pressed in again to touch her shield. He continued to do this again and again, drawing out the moment, tasting his triumph over and over.
It was torture to Sheila, or now Mary as she thought she was. Sheila was nowhere to be found. There was only Mary and God as God took her for the first time. The first of many times God would take her and give her sexual, sensual Heaven. All rational thought ceased as Mary could only understand the need for God to fill her. To stretch her open as he did for her what no other woman has ever experienced before. To become the concubine of God.
Jack pressed his head home against the barrier. Slowly, slowly, a little more pressure, now a little more, until he could feel it start to tear. Stop. Savor. Feel it. Feel it on your cock. No man would ever do this again. Only him. He was the only one who would ever feel her open to a man for the first time. Jack continued to press. He felt his cock pressing through, tear her open. Yes, it felt so good. There was no other experience like virgin pussy.
Mary felt the pain of God tearing open her cherry. His cock was filling her completely, stretching her like literally nothing had ever before. The hurt of the moment was lost in the ecstasy of becoming God's.
Jack continued to full stroke in and out of Mary. Her cunt was like a vise around his cock. He knew that this was the best fuck he had ever had in his life. He continued to increase his speed and force. Mary's hips were throwing her pussy up to him, matching his every move. Every time he increase speed so did she. As he increased force, so did she. They were slamming into each other.
Jack leaned over and placed his elbows on the tops of Mary's shoulders. He continued to lean and brought his forearms down on to the back rest of the furniture Mary was on. His hands gripped the top edge. This stopped Mary's body from moving and giving ground as he was thrusting in to her. She would now absorb the full force of his fucking of her body.
Mary slipped into another realm. She was having a true ecstatic religious experience. No matter what Jack was, no matter what kind of lying, scheming, fraudulent bastard he was, Mary was none of those things. She believed. She believed that she was giving herself to God. She believed that the Almighty had highly favored her and that he had chosen her to give him her virginity.
She was having a kind of in-body, outf-body experience. She was still in there, but somehow also detached from what was happening. She still felt the physical mixture of pleasure and pain as God was slamming his cock into her. But she was also experiencing the mystical. A union with the ethereal, so pure and holy.
She watched out of the eyes of the body that contained her. She looked at the face of God as she was coming to orgasm with him. The face changed and morphed into the face of Mike. Now it was he who was pile driving his cock in her. She knew that she would give her everything to him as well. It morphed again into the face of her real father, her earthly Dad. He was leaning over her as she gave him the sex he so desperately wanted. She knew that someday, she would lie back on her bed and take sexual union with him also.
Mary was now free of all constraints. There would never again be any restraints on her sex. Fucking was now a spiritual experience that she would share with every man who desired her. And somehow she realized, every woman also.
She was transformed. She was free. Just as Jill had promised.
Sheila came in a screaming orgasm that blew through her whole being body and spirit. It was more than physical. It was a cumming of the cosmos. Her body wracked and every muscle went into rigid lock up. She twitched and vibrated with the intensity of it.
Jack felt his balls light on fire. As Sheila came, his own burst forth from the inner core of his being. The shot of his cum, as it exploded out of him, was pain and pleasure mixed in equal parts. The intensity of the one was matched by the other. He blew out so much cum, so hard, that he thought his dick was going to explode. He kept shooting rope after rope of sticky fluid into Sheila's cunt. It kept on coming over and over. He couldn't believe how many times his cock throbbed out more.
He looked up at Sheila, this 19 year old virgin that he had just used for his own self-centered, ego-driven sexual satisfaction. He had masturbated in her cunt only thinking of the conquest of virgin pussy, the joy of being the first to spoil her purity.
She locked eyes with him. There was a look on her face he couldn't describe. It was a look of total satisfaction, total control. There was something new in that 19 year old face. Something ancient and powerful.
She spoke. "You are mine."
Jack staggered back, nearly tripping over a piece of furniture that he then used to steady himself. His legs felt like he was drunk. He could hardly walk. He lurched from handhold to handhold in an effort to get away. He need to get out of this room. He found the exit and half fell through in his haste to leave.
Jill walked over to Sheila.
"Mary" she said.
"Yes, Mary?" Sheila replied addressing Jill by the same name.
"Did she come?"
"Yes, she became me and I became her. We fucked God. He fucked us."
'Yes." Jill knelt down before Sheila and looked directly into her eyes. "I love you, Mary."
"I love you too, Mary."
Jill leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Sheila's pussy. She began to lick and drink in the cum that was leaking out. Mom's head appeared beside Jill's and together they continued to imbibe the nectar of God's cock. There was so much of it, but they didn't mind.
When they were done, they made sure that there was still a coating on their lips. They stood, helped Sheila off of the furniture and stand on wobbly legs. Then Jill stepped over to Mike, who had come close by as she and Mom had filled themselves at Sheila's beautiful pussy.
She reached her arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Mike kissed her deeply.
"Salty kisses" she said.
Mom was next as she and Mike kissed with equal fervor.
"Salty kisses" Mom said.
*Coming: The road to the Magdalene Experience begins at the back door.
Note from TSM - When I started this writing, I had every intention of making Jack "Dad" Baylor the main character around which everything else revolved. Mike and Jill were minor characters. But they hijacked this story and told it the way they wanted, and it became mostly about them and their interaction with Sheila, rather than interaction between "Dad" and Sheila.
So it has gone off in a direction that I didn't think that it would. And they are not done yet. There is a "part 2", The Magdalene Experience. If there is interest, I will tell the next part of Mike, Jill and Sheila and at some point return to focus on Jack.
I encourage your comments, and your votes. Thank you. If you contact me through Lit, I answer all emails. Share your experiences, give story line suggestions, I appreciate them all.* | null | [] | {
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*This is set in the TV show House. This story focuses on the character Thirteen. Nicole is played by Eva Amurri.*
*The set up for these stories may be ridiculous, so if super realism is your thing, look elsewhere.*
*Thank you BDD for editing.*
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Nicole was in shock. She was confused, angry, and sad as well. She had just found out her fiancé had been lying to her, or at least leaving out a rather large fact about his life. His last relationship had been with a man, and he had undergone some fairly extreme therapy, including electric shock therapy to "cure" him. Now he was still in the hospital; days after what should have been their wedding day, where he had collapsed during the ceremony.
All this was revealed to her suddenly, after the disaster that should have been the happiest day of her life, and now she had no idea what to think or do. The doctor who seemed to be the lead physician on her fiancé's case was Dr. Remy Hadley. The other doctors called her "Thirteen", and she was the major reason Nicole had found out anything about her fiancée. Thirteen had hinted several times about some hidden parts of his past which could have caused his breakdown, and, eventually, after Nicole had insisted, he had caved and come clean. Now here she was, storming out of his room, tears welling in her eyes. She went and sat in the lounge, not looking around, her head down, and doing all she could to hold the tears back.
She felt someone sit beside her and slowly picked her head up and looked to see who it was. Thirteen knew this was partly her fault but also believed it had been the right thing to do. Still, she wanted to console the poor woman who must be going through an emotional roller coaster right now. Thirteen placed her arm around Nicole, wanting to comfort her, while also trying to buy time to think of whatever she could to make her feel better.
"I just don't understand how he could lie to me for so long," Nicole said nearly sobbing into Thirteen's shoulder. "I feel like I don't even know him." She continued, breaking up as she talked.
Thirteen didn't know exactly what to say to fix this, or if it even needed fixing. She gave Nicole a bit of an awkward hug from the side and said simple 'it'll be okay' phrases while Nicole blubbered into her.
They continued to talk for a while, most of it circling on the betrayal Nicole felt, with Thirteen trying to console her without taking too strong a stance either way. Nicole's makeup was ruined and her body was trembling with anger and betrayal.
"I don't think you should drive in your condition," Thirteen said, still rubbing Nicole's back as they talked. Wanting to help her however she could, she offered to drive Nicole home. Nicole wanted to be away from her fiancé and being home would hopefully help her.
Thirteen helped Nicole to her own car, and after getting an address drove her home in what was mostly silence, occasionally broken by a soft sob. Thirteen still wasn't quite sure what to say, plus she hated to admit she was wrestling with some thoughts of her own. Thirteen was a proud bisexual, and here was Nicole in her car. She had to admit Nicole was definitely a beautiful woman.
Nicole, in her late twenties, she had an hourglass figure with an incredible chest, a bodacious booty, flowing blonde hair that framed her face perfectly, and a gorgeous face to top it all off. When Thirteen had held her earlier, she couldn't help but admire the incredible body she was touching. As they arrived Thirteen noticed Nicole quickly do what she could to clear away her ruined makeup before she could gently help her out of the car and walk with Nicole to her house.
Thirteen was a lithe and athletically built whip smart doctor, part of the diagnostic team at the hospital. Her chestnut hair was held back in her trademark ponytail revealing all of her perfect features. She had high cheeks, luscious lips, and piercing blue eyes. Her body was similar to that of a model, she was admired for both her mind and looks by many at the hospital.
As Thirteen briefly stepped inside she started to say her goodbyes, not wanting to intrude on Nicole. Before she could though, she was in for a big surprise. Nicole quickly turned to face her and pushed her backwards into the door, shutting it as she did. Thirteen's eyes widened in shock, which only increased when she felt Nicole press her lips against her own.
Nicole was desperately wanting to connect to someone else in her time of vulnerability and Thirteen was not strong enough to resist and felt herself quickly returning the surprising kiss. Nicole wrapped one hand around Thirteen pulling her close as they both fell into a passionate kiss. Thirteen's mind was racing, considering the abruptness of the kiss, the information Nicole had found out today, and the delicious taste of the woman she was currently making out with her brain was in turmoil.
Nicole held her close and let their tongue's dance with each other's as she slowly explored more of Thirteen, building more courage with each passing second. Thirteen let her mind go blank just enjoying the moment, the feeling of this supple woman kissing and holding her. Eventually Nicole broke the kiss, briefly looking right into Thirteen's eyes for a moment before Thirteen grabbed Nicole and this time she initiated the kiss.
Nicole hadn't been sure if Thirteen was a lesbian, or whatever, but now she was. Kissing her back and pulling her in now meant she was going to get what she wanted. She knew it was stupid, but she angry and felt revenge was the best way to get back at her fiancé. This seemed like the best way to get that revenge.
Nicole eventually broke the kiss, letting their lips slowly peel apart as both women clearly wanted to keep going. She separated them briefly before grabbing Thirteen's hand and leading her towards her bedroom.
"Why...?" Was all Thirteen was able to get out, still shocked at Nicole's actions, although still dutifully following the buxom blonde.
"No questions," Nicole said, a hint of command laced with frustration in her tone. Thirteen wanted to speak up, but something in Nicole's face along with her burning loins made her hold her tongue. She followed Nicole, her eyes glued to the ample ass swaying and slightly jiggling with each step in front of her.
Nicole dragged Thirteen into her bedroom before practically yanking her arm off when she flung Thirteen onto the bed. Nicole quickly followed pressing herself onto Thirteen. Nicole's impressive chest pushing into her only turned Thirteen on more as she looked into Nicole's eyes. Wanting to talk, but not wanting to risk ruining the moment she kept her mouth shut.
Nicole took one hand and placed in on Thirteen's thigh and slowly started to explore her body moving upward at a methodical pace. Her other hand cupped Thirteen's head and once again brought their lips together. Thirteen lowered both her hands and firmly grasped Nicole's backside, moaning with her first touch of Nicole's incredible ass.
Their kiss this time was more passionate and as both were now fully aware of what was going on, and both, wanting it to move forward, gave themselves into their lust. Nicole enclosed Thirteen's perky tits in her hands, enjoying the firmness and how they seemed to fit perfectly in her grasp.
Thirteen, always wanting to be in control, moved to take over the lead. She gently rocked her body for a bit before flipping both of them in move much to Nicole's surprise. Now on top Thirteen let her hands trail up and took hold of Nicole glorious chest.
Frustrated slightly at the clothes in her way she took hold of the bottom of Nicole shirt and started to lift it before letting Nicole take it off herself. While Nicole stripped her top Thirteen also took the chance to remove her top. Nicole looked up at her, admiring her dark, stiff little nipples perfectly capping her tits. Thirteen simply stared down at the chest below her, practically drooling at their sight. Full, firm, with dollar sized pink areola and seemingly unaffected by gravity or aging.
She dove face-first into them, taking the right nipple into her mouth, suckling at it like her life depended on it. Relishing the taste and the feeling while letting her hands explore the rest of the ample flesh of Nicole. Nicole for her part mewled with pleasure, feeling Thirteen's expert mouth and hands work over her tits. Thirteen briefly pulled her mouth from the beauties.
"Your tits are incredible," Thirteen couldn't stop herself from gushing about them before starting to go to town on the other. Nicole simply smiled and muttered a soft thanks before closing her eyes and going back to enjoying her treatment.
This continued for a while, with Thirteen seemingly never tiring of Nicole's globes, even briefly motor boating them, bringing a chuckle out of both of them. Nicole certainly did not want to stop Thirteen from making her feel so good, so she let her continue to worship her tits to her hearts content.
Eventually though Thirteen wanted to explore the rest of Nicole's body and dragged her face away from her chest, briefly moving it up to start to make out with Nicole again. As she did she let her hands roam down and started to unbutton and unzip Nicole pants - which was hard to do with their bodies pushed together and squirming with pleasure. Eventually though she succeeded and started to pull them down as much as she could.
When she couldn't pull them any further she broke their kiss and moved downwards slipping the pants off with assistance from Nicole lifting her ass off the bed. She then moved her head over Nicole's panties which she then grabbed with her teeth. Nicole watched with appreciation as Thirteen stared into her eyes as she slowly pulled her underwear off using only her mouth.
Once she was done Thirteen quickly pulled her own pants and underwear off too, not wanting to waste any more time with undressing as the night wore on. Nicole only got a glimpse of Thirteen's shaved pussy before Thirteen dove back down placing her face in-between her legs. Staring directly now at Nicole's glistening pussy brought a twinkle to Thirteen's eyes. She loved eating pussy and she was great at it, and by the looks of Nicole's pussy this was going to be a treat. A cutely shaved bush topped the sight off and as Thirteen placed her hands on Nicole legs and moved forward she immediately knew she was right.
A unique and delightful taste flooded her mouth as Nicole's juices mixed with her voracious tongue that was now exploring all she could of the pussy in front of her. Nicole placed one hand on the back of Thirteen's head, as if she needed any more encouragement, and the other played with her tits teasing her nipples that were still slick with Thirteen's saliva.
Thirteen licked and sucked all she could, relishing the taste and feel of Nicole's succulent pussy while Nicole was growing louder and squirming more under Thirteen's skillful touch. Thirteen's hands were simply rubbing Nicole's legs wanting to slowly explore her body but not rushing to do anything yet. Nicole's silky smooth skin was a pleasure to massage and the sounds coming from her only served to turn both of them on even more.
Thirteen lapped and lapped finding that Nicole's pussy fit perfectly with her tongue when she did so. Nicole scooted back in the bed allowing Thirteen to position herself more comfortably and to give her easier access to her pussy, which made both of them quite happy. Nicole was now lying with her head on the pillows, legs apart more than enough to give Thirteen room to play, and Thirteen splayed on what was left of the bed. Thirteen let one hand roam up and played with the boob Nicole wasn't currently mauling, both wanting to make this as pleasurable for Nicole as possible.
Finally tiring of just playing with Nicole's pussy with her mouth Thirteen let her other hand move up to it as well. Thirteen pulled her face away briefly to let her fingers trail over and explore Nicole's pussy. Slick with saliva and Nicole's juices it's silky smoothness was only amplified. Thirteen took her fingers briefly away, popping her head up and looking at Nicole as she seductively took her index and middle fingers and inserted them slowly and seductively into her mouth. Sucking the juices off of them and making sure they were well lubricated, Thirteen plunged her fingers deep into Nicole's pussy with gusto.
Nicole howled with pleasure, getting louder once Thirteen put her mouth back onto her engorged clit. Working all her digits together she plunged her fingers in and out, getting her thumb to play with Nicole's clit while her tongue and mouth worked around them. Nicole quickly experienced just how well versed in pleasing other women Thirteen was.
Thirteen's suckling and finger fucking was rapidly leading Nicole closer and closer to a climax. Her shrieks increased in frequency and volume. Her hands worked overtime as well, one mashing Thirteen's face into her pussy even harder and the other tweaking her nipples roughly. Thirteen was more than aware of what Nicole wanted and redoubled her efforts, driving her fingers in faster and flicking her tongue faster and faster.
Nicole came with an intensity that she didn't know was possible. Pleasure practically ripping through her body, almost an out of body experience as she couldn't really feel anything beyond the pleasure. Thirteen let her fingers continue to work Nicole over but she also liked watching her work. Her head rose and a cocky and satisfied grin appeared on her face looking down at the squirming and moaning Nicole. Nicole's hands had fallen to her side, moving along with the almost wavelike movement of her body.
Eventually though Nicole came down, exhausted yet energized at the same time. When she looked around she noticed Thirteen had finally pulled her fingers out as well and was simply leaning against the bed looking down at Nicole. She slowly moved herself onto the bed next to Nicole and slithered up Nicole's body until their lips met again.
This time Nicole tasted Thirteen along with her own juices and greedily kissed back relishing this new taste. This lasted only briefly as Thirteen had other things in mind. She peeled Nicole off her, and placed one hand on the top of Nicole's head. From there she started to push her down, slowly but surely Nicole complied. Finally, the pressure eased and Nicole was directly facing Thirteen's pussy.
Thirteen wasn't stupid, she knew not to be too aggressive here, so she simply nudged Nicole forward. Surprisingly, Nicole obliged quickly, darting forward and letting her tongue out to lap at the pussy in front of her. While she wasn't awkward or particularly shy, Thirteen did note that Nicole was inexperienced. She seemed to have picked up a bit from Thirteen's performance but she still was mostly all over the place.
She was clearly eager to please. Thirteen had always found herself turned on by the newly minted carpet munchers, and Nicole fit that bill perfectly. Beautiful, confused, and desperate to reciprocate to the best of her abilities that which she had just received. Licking, sucking, flicking, and using her mouth however she could think of. Her hands stayed on Thirteen's thighs allowing her face to press firmly against Thirteen's pussy.
"Slow it down a bit, it isn't a race," Thirteen said, gently coaching Nicole from above. Nicole gave a simple nod and followed her command. Setting a slower and more deliberate pace - trying to emulate Thirteen's earlier actions - seemed to work as Nicole noticed more moans coming from Thirteen, which spurred her on more.
Working her way around, trying new things and noting how Thirteen reacted, Nicole quickly got into a rhythm that seemed to be working quite well. She noticed Thirteen was getting louder, breathing faster, and playing with her own body as Nicole continued to eat her out. Thirteen's juices were practically gushing as Nicole greedily lapped them up, relishing the experience and the taste.
Thirteen mimicked Nicole's earlier action. She let one hand play with her pert breasts while the other shoved Nicole pretty much nose deep in her pussy. This incited Nicole to speed back up, earning loud squeals from Thirteen. Thirteen, on the edge of her orgasm, knew what she wanted and knew Nicole would be happy to do so.
"Faster," was all Thirteen said, knowing Nicole would do whatever she asked. Nicole did, and hurriedly worked solely on that, raising her pace to near frantic, desperate to prove to herself and Thirteen that she could succeed. The devotion Nicole was showing sent Thirteen quickly over the edge.
The suddenness surprised Nicole, but not as much as when Thirteen squirted on her face, drenching her in a mask of fluids that she never expected. Thirteen mewled above her, much tamer in the throes of her orgasm. Nicole pressed on, ravenously continuing eating Thirteen out and lapping up all the liquid she could from Thirteen. The taste, the taboo nature, and the delight she could feel in Thirteen's body all making the situation all the more surreal.
Thirteen finished letting out a final huff of air, snapping back and quickly pulling Nicole up for a quick kiss before dragging her tongue across Nicole's face, licking up some of her own juices. Thirteen didn't want to linger nor let Nicole think it was over so soon so she broke away from her. She then stood beside the bed.
"Stand up and bend over the bed," Thirteen commanded, motioning as well to further her control. Nicole wordlessly complied, her arms supporting her upper body while her ass was shoved outward.
Thirteen moved behind her and quickly dropped to her knees. Using both hands she gently peeled apart Nicole's ass cheeks. Originally planning to take it slow, and ease Nicole into it, Thirteen quickly abandoned that idea. The sight of Nicole's pretty little asshole was too much for her and she decided to dive right in.
Face first she went right into Nicole's plump backside, her supple but firm cheeks forming a wonderful cushioning effect. Her tongue darted out quickly as well, immediately plunging deeply into Nicole's ass, earning a loud yelp from Nicole. Despite everything that occurred this was another new experience and one she hadn't thought would occur.
Even so she quickly found the sensation enjoyable and it was clear Thirteen knew what she was doing back there as well. One of her hands started roaming from Nicole's butt, moving forward until she started to once again finger Nicole's still dripping pussy, quivering now from the new excitement she was feeling.
Thirteen had always loved eating ass, and as her tongue plunged deeply into Nicole they both knew why. The moaning from Nicole was louder than ever, incoherent words jumbled with yes over and over were enough to confirm it was working. She even gave Nicole's bottom a small spank midway through drawing a squeak from Nicole.
Moving from tongue fucking her asshole to slowly circling it, Thirteen was giving Nicole her first rim job. Then moving her finger to Nicole's wet and slick rose bud she started working both in at the same time, all while still keeping her other fingers pumping into Nicole love gash. Nicole wasn't going to last long this time, the combination of the new sensation, and Thirteen's well lubricated fingers once again bringing magic to her loins, was enough to push her over the edge.
Nicole felt herself cumming again, falling onto the bed in ecstasy. Her body embroiled again by the pure bliss Thirteen could bring to her. Thirteen followed, her mouth practically glued to her backside and she kept up a steady pace as Nicole writhed underneath her. Eventually though Nicole came back from her ecstasy, pulling herself away from Thirteen, and laying back on the bed now both mentally and physically exhausted.
Thirteen leisurely climbed up Nicole's body before kissing her one last time, deep and powerful in that moment they both felt more connected perhaps than they had all night. Their eyes locked with one another while their lips pressed and tongues danced. As the moment faded, both women slowly broke their kiss before resting against the other. Their heads on the pillow, their minds blank, and their bodies satisfied, they both drifted off to sleep. | House S6E20: Thirteen's Affair | [
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We had both had long, tiring weeks, so when Friday finally rolled around, and we met on the path leading up to the house, we could both hear the sofa calling our names. Not even bothering to lose more than our coats we sink back into sofa, tandem sighs at a week finally over fill the room. You raise your arm and let me curl up against you, my head tucked up against your chest, my arm wrapped across your body. Your arm drapes around my shoulders, tracing up and down my spine, feeling the tension of the day begin to ease. I take a deep relaxing breath, feeling your chest rise and fall same way. I know exactly what I want from this evening. So as my fingers begin to slip between the buttons of your shirt, finger tips tracing skin, my mind begins to imagine us upstairs in bed. Having lost our suits and crawled under the covers, skin to skin, your body molds itself around mine so that your hands can alternate between my breasts and clit, whilst your hips rock leisurely against me, and so when we both cum, with you buried to the hilt inside me, we needn't move to fall asleep.
I am shaken from my thoughts though as you bend forward, leaning across to scoop up the TV remote. At a flick of your thumb the TV clicks to life and you quickly bring up the sports channel, the screen announcing the start of the game in just a few minutes. There is no way you don't hear the slight huff I produce, as I withdraw my hand, and turn to sit forward, my body no longer pressed up against you, though your arm still drapes across my shoulders. The first few minutes are fairly uneventful and I can feel you getting bored. As it nears half time and the opposing team put the ball across the line for the second time in quick succession you shift in your seat. Your hand around my shoulder reaching down to cup my breast, whilst the other reaches across and begins to play with the hem of my skirt. Unimpressed at having been ignored until the rugby had failed to entertain I slide my body across the sofa away from you. Your hand on my skirt tries to use the movement to dip underneath the material and slide up my skin. I only scoot further away, laying on my side against the arm of the sofa, my legs tucking up underneath me. I know my moves will not have pleased you, but I was tired, and when I'd sought your attention I had been brushed off, I wasn't going to play your game.
The whistle blasts for half time, and whilst the players leave the pitch and adverts flash across the screen you mute the TV. I feel you shift in your seat, leaning over towards me. Your hand runs over my ass, my hips and up my back to rest at the back of my neck.
"Why don't you go and get out of those clothes, then fix me a drink?" You say. Though it is clearly more an instruction than a request. I huff in response, curling into a tighter ball and burying my head deeper into the cushion. An obvious sign of defiance. The hand that had been resting gently on the back of my neck moves again, your fingers carding up through my hair. Once you have a good handful of my hair, your fingers curl into a fist, and you gently pull my head up. Leaning down until your mouth is level with my ear, you whisper "Now." Your tone is low and deadly and sends shivers shooting through my whole body.
I lay stock still, not moving a muscle. Your hand begins to tighten in my hair. Only fractionally, but enough that I know you mean business.
"Yes Sir," I mumble into the cushion. You usually hate it when I mumble, but you appear to let me get away with it on this occasion. You hand releases and we move in tandem, you returning to your seat, whilst I go to stand.
"Actually," Your voice cuts through the mounting tension in the room. "I have changed my mind." Perhaps my mumbling will not remain unpunished. "Down to your knickers, the heels remain."
I know better than to fail to comply a second time, and shedding today's clothes is too tempting to ignore. I pull my shirt from the waist of my skirt, and button by button I shed the soft cotton. My skirt goes next. The sound of the zip short and sharp, followed my the soft whoosh as the material is pushed down over my hips to pool on the floor. I step out of it, using my foot to flick the offending item over to the side. I feel your eyes rake up and down me.
Starting at the top, my long dark hair hanging in loose waves around my shoulders, down across my breasts, which are held snug in a lace bra. Below the rounds of my breasts, my waist sits high and narrow, before my body curves out again around my hips, your gaze crosses the matching lace that sits low on my hips. Next you let your eyes fall down my legs, stopping only when they reach the narrowest part of my ankles, and lastly the patent navy heels that encase my feet.
I reach up, sliding the straps of my bras from my shoulders, before reaching round and undoing the clasp. I let the fabric fall down my arms, and add it to the pile of my clothes. I take a step towards you. Now clad only in small, lacey briefs that match the blue of my eyes and my heels.
"Turn." One word. Simple instruction.
I turn on the spot, allowing your inspection to continue. I can practically feel your eyes running up the back of my legs, stopping to inspect the way the blue lace runs the shape of my ass, the cheeks full and pink, the faintest outline of your handprint peaking out from beneath my knickers. Your eyes travel back over my waist, to the loose curls of hair that tumble down my back.
"Look at me." Your voice is soft, but it is as though you are speaking directly into my ear. I move in place again to face you. My hands hang loosely at my sides, though my fingers fidget, curling and straightening with untapped energy. Though I face you, my eyes are dipped in respect. "Turn again." Once more I turn in my place. "Now slowly bend and remove your knickers. Keep your legs straight."
Your instructions are simple enough, but I know the reason for them, for as I hook my thumbs into the waistband and begin to bend at the hip two things happen. Firstly it pushes my ass back towards you, allowing you a full view of my curves that sit atop my legs, which stretch out straight beneath me. Secondly, you get an unadulterated view of my most intimate parts as they are unveiled from beneath the deep blue fabric. I push the knickers down over my thighs and let them fall to the floor, before reaching and taking them in my hand.
"Pass them to me." I turn again to face you, now entirely naked but for the leather encasing my feet, and offer my knickers to you. I had hoped you wouldn't feel how I had already begun to moisten them, but as you clench them in your fist I know there is no way you won't have felt it.
"Now I'll let you decide." I straighten my back slightly, readying myself for your next words. "You can go get me that drink or you can kneel at my feet."
I shift my weight from foot to foot for a moment as I consider your words. I could go and get you that drink, but once return there is the possibility that that is where my night would end. My punishment for my earlier defiance. But if I came and presented myself to you, the night held infinite possibilities. My body flooded with heat at that thought, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth, decision made I take the few steps towards you. Moving to my knees between your legs in one smooth motion.
You smile at my choice, your hand reaching out to stroke my hair. My head leans into your touch. You move your hand, stroking my cheek and a ghost of a smile crosses my face at your touch. You use your hand to guide my head to your inner thigh, continuing to stroke my cheek, your thumb brushing over my lips.
"Are you comfortable little one?" You look down at me nestled between your legs. I look up at you, my eyes filled with wonder and lust.
"Yes Sir," I say. Letting my eyes find yours.
You withdraw your hand before, your voice soft and tone calm, you issue your instruction. "Touch yourself for me." You say. "Keep looking into my eyes and pleasure yourself."
I feel a wave of heat travel through me. After all this time I still can't help the small twinge of embarrassment at performing for you. For you to see how desperate I am for your touch, for you to see how needy my pussy is, and how willing I am to do anything under your instruction for your pleasure.
I reach my hand down between my legs and gasp at how wet I find myself as I slide my fingers between my folds.
"Good girl." I hear for the first time that evening. A small smirk on your face as you watch my eyes roll back slightly.
I begin pressing circles across my clit with my thumb. My breath catching at the new sensation, my body hungry for me. A gentle stroke of your hand through my hair encourages me to keep going. My hips buck as I slide two fingers inside me, curling them and pressing at the sensitive spot there.
"That's it. Show me how naughty you are." You words encouraging me to keep going. My mind flooded with a desire to show you everything of me that you desire.
"Faster." You guide me. My second hand joins in.
"Tell me how it feels."
"So good Sir. Thank you Sir." My voice is breathy with pleasure. You raise your eyebrow in request for me.
"S-so wet Sir. So tight."
"Faster." You prompt me again.
The room fills with the sounds of how wet performing for you has made me, as I struggle to keep my eyes steady enough to be locked on yours.
"I want you to be my naughty little slut, on your knees at my feet." I gasp at your words. So rarely do you call me your slut. I let the words wash over me, the sound of it setting my body on fire, as I begin to tremble with the tension and pleasure running through me.
"Are you close to cumming?" The casual tone of your voice in contradiction to the question.
"Mmm so close Sir." My palm pressing against my clit, my hips bucking against my touch.
"OK. Stop."
My face is awash with anguish, "Please Sir, no."
"Stop. Immediately." If my body hadn't been so turned on, I would have recognised that tone as one that is dangerous to ignore. My hands stop as I decipher your instruction. I hear 'knees' and so place my hands on my knees.
"My knees." I hear your voice again but my mind is still lost in how close I was to my release.
My cheeks flushed pink, my eyes glazed, I spread my hands flat on my knees.
"MY knees. I won't tell you again." Your voice is hard and deadly, and cuts through the fog in my mind. I rush to correct my position. Horror at having gotten something so simple wrong plays across my face.
"That's better." You give the slightest of approving nods. "Now count to 100. Out loud."
I take a deep breath and begin. "1...2...3," My voice getting steadier with each count, but the heat between my legs not lessening. "10...15...20." I raise my eyes back to meet yours. Your voice cuts across my counting.
"When you get to 100, you may touch yourself again."
The desire to speed up my counting is overwhelming. But I had learnt that lesson before, when a hurried count to 100 had been met with the instruction to begin it all again.
"30...40...50." I focus on every number, making sure my voice is clear and steady for every one. "60." Your hand strokes my cheek. "70." My eyes alight as the numbers climb higher. "80." You feel my fingers curl slightly against your thighs as I struggle to keep a steady measure. "90...96...99...100." No sooner had I begin the final number you signal for me to resume my earlier actions.
"Good girl. Now you may touch yourself." My hands moves quickly they are almost blurs. One hand goes straight to my clit, whilst I waste no time curling two fingers of the other up inside me. I let out the longest, deepest sigh as I am finally able to touch the parts that were begging for it. So lost in my relief I almost miss the "Good girl" you offer me. A smile at my actions barely contained in your voice.
It doesn't take long for me to be right at the edge again. My breath speeding up, a fresh flush of pink spreading across my chest and cheeks, my fingers becoming soaked.
"Are you enjoying performing for me?"
My eyes beginning to roll again. "Yes Sir."
You lean forward and reach your hand down, taking one of my rock hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger. You squeeze, twisting the raised nub and pulling it away from my body. My back arches, chest pushing into your touch in response.
"That's it." You coo, watching goosebumps race across my skin.
"Ah -," not a real word. More a sound made in response to the added sensations coursing through me.
You smirk down at me. "Close?" an eyebrow raised in question.
"Yes Sir." I nod as though the action would give greater weight to my words. I could feel a pressure coiling in my core, like a spring ready to release. I see a decision flash across your face.
"Count to 30. Out loud." My eyes clear as I am given a fresh instruction. "Rub faster." You add.
At this my breath catches in my chest, my hips bucking against my hand instinctively. I was going to get my release.
"1...2...3." I begin to count. My voice thready and breathy as my hand moves quickly across my clit. "10...11...12." My words strained.
"Louder." You growl.
I try and take a deep breath. Drawing air deep into my chest. "13." My voice is firmer.
"That's it. Good girl."
"14...15...16." My head starts to fall back.
"Look at me."
"17...18...19." I bring my face back to yours.
"20...21...mmm." Pleasure is flooding my mind. My body begins to tremble as I get closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. "27...28...29..."
"Now stop." Your voice sharp, cuts through the air. My eyes turn the size of saucers. "Hands on my knees."
"N-n-nn..." I shake my head in disbelief.
"Now." I let out a pining moan, my eyes filling with wetness for the release I have just lost.
"Are you desperate?" You ask with a glint in your eye. You have no doubt of the answer.
"Yes Sir. God yes." I exclaim.
"How do you feel?" You prompt.
"I need to touch." Are the first words my clouded mind can form. "Please. I can't think Sir." How am I supposed to put these feelings into words. The hunger, the desperation, the fire coursing through my veins.
"Take out my cock," your only repsonse.
My shaking hands reach out, fumbling with your belt and zip. My eyes are totally transfixed by the sight of you springing free from the confines of your trousers.
"Focus. Breathe." I jump at your words. They catch me unawares until I stop and realise I had been holding my breath. I release it, and take in a new, slow breath.
"Good girl." I let my body relax slightly. Taking control of the anticipation running through my body, I focus. You watch the change play out, from trembling desperation to focused intent. "Now stand. In front of me." I take to my feet and assume the position. "Good girl. Now keep your legs straight. Bend at the waist. And take my cock into your mouth."
I comply immediately. Leaning forward at the hip, my mouth coming open, tongue out. My lips wrap around you, and I slowly lower my mouth down your hard length. I do not halt my actions as you raise your hips to meet me, pressing your head along the roof of my mouth. You push yourself against the back of my throat.
"Look at me." I raise my eyes to meet yours. "Listen carefully." You pause, ensuring you have my full attention. "Your are mine." My eyes are locked on yours. I let your words wash over me. "Nod if you're giving yourself to me."
Without hesitation I nod.
"Good girl. Now take me out of your mouth." My cheeks hollow as I suck my way to the tip of your cock, letting you fall past my lips with a pop.
Your hand reaches forward, and you wrap your fingers around my throat gently, no pressure. You feel me swallow under your hand.
"Mine."
I nod again. "Yours." My voice is soft, but you feel the vibrations through the palm of your hand.
"Good girl. Come here." You use the hand around my throat to draw me another step forward. "Straddle me. Sit on my cock and use me for your pleasure. You have earnt it."
I move forward, placing me knees on the sofa on either side of your thighs. I hold you steady, lining you up with my entrance. You can feel the heat radiating from my core. I look straight into your eyes, and in one move, lower myself onto you fully.
"Good girl." The pleasured relief in your voice mirrors that which floods through my body. I feel myself stretch around you, your size filling me completely. My body pulses around you as it attempts to accommodate your hard length. I place my hands on your shoulders and begin to ride you.
"Use me." Your mouth close to my ear.
My fingers dig into your shoulders as my hips begin to rock. There is no doubt I will have left nail marks on your skin, even through your shirt as I grip you tightly. My hips run a figure of 8. Again and again. Your cock reaching the most sensitive parts of me. My head falls back as far as your hand will allow as your cock brings me closer and closer to the edge.
You give a soft chuckle. "You're a desperate one, aren't you?" I offer a heady moan in response. "Show me that you're my desperate little slut." Slut. A word that cuts to my core, that I hear so rarely pass your lips. My pussy twitches around you in response. I raise my body up again, before slamming down onto you. My hot, wet entrance tight around you, coating you in my juices, until they are running down your length and across your balls. With every move you hit the deepest part of me.
"Yes. Good girl." You encourage, as waves of pleasure begin to course through you. Your fingers tighten around my throat in response. "You love my big cock, don't you?" You lean into my ear. At your words my body seems to curl in on itself, and I bury my head into the crook of your neck as your cock is buried to my deepest point once more.
"Mmm yes Sir, I do. I love it."
"Why do you love it?" As my clit rubs against you again I wonder how you can be expecting me to offer you any real response.
"I love how wet it makes me. I love how it stretches and fills me, but," I have to stop to take a gasping breath. "I love it most of all because it is your cock.
"And what are you?" Your questions continue, as though you do not realise it is taking everything in me to form these words, to form coherent thoughts.
"I'm yours." Your hips thrust up to meet me. "I am your desperate, needy, cock hungry slut."
"Good girl, you purr." My breasts swinging in front of your face every time I move up and down.
Your free hand moves down and cups my ass, guiding me up and down. And each time I slam down onto you, your thumb presses against my anus. I know I do not need to worry about you doing something I don't like. It is just another reminder as to who is really in control. I may be riding your cock, but it is you that will deny or allow my orgasm. My hips roll against you again, my moans louder this time, higher in pitch. You know I am getting close.
"I'm going to count to ten." I don't stop. I have not been given an instruction to stop. "And when I get to ten you are to stop moving. And then you may cum. Do you understand?"
"God, yes Sir." My body moving faster up and down your length. Chasing the release that is finally in sight.
"1...2...3...4." My body moves against you faster and faster. I can feel the tension building inside me, my walls preparing to clamp down around you. "8...9...10. Stop! And cum."
Exactly on cue I sit in your lap and explode. My head flies back, my eyes squeeze shut and my body pulses around you. Wave after wave of pleasure running through me.
"Good girl." Your hand at my throat squeezes harder. The other leaves my ass and takes a handful of my hair. "Look at me." My eyes roll to yours. My hands now taking handfuls of your hair as I try to find something to ground me. "Keep cumming and look at me." You flex your cock inside me. "Mine," you growl, carnal.
I can feel you inside me, buried inside my soaking wet pussy. "Mmmm..."
"Focus." You direct. "Mine."
I find my words. "Yours."
You flex your cock again, lifting your hips and pressing yourself into me deeper, pressing against my clit. "Cum again. Now."
Another shot of pleasure fires through me. My whole body trembling in your lap. You wrap your arms around my shaking form and kiss me deeply. Our lips and tongues crash against each other, desperate to taste more. You flex inside me once more, and break the kiss.
"Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy being my dirty little slut?"
"Yes Sir. I did. Thank you Sir."
"Why? What did you enjoy?" You ask, as the after shocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me. Still inside me, you feel everyone.
"I liked that my pleasure was in your hands, at your will, in your control."
"Good girl. Now to your knees again." You help me slide from your lap back to my knees at your feet. "There, now, when you're ready, I want you to use your mouth to show me how grateful you are. Show me that you're mine."
I lick my lips greedily and lean forward. I lower my mouth to you. Taking just the head in my mouth I swirl my tongue around it. I moan around you, lapping up the taste of us both on you. I feel you brush my hair away from my face, you hand staying on my head. It remains still, not guiding or moving me, just a reminder of my place. I look up at you, and inch by inch I surround your length with my mouth. Running the tip along the ridges of the roof of my mouth, my tongue, wide and flat, rolls waves against the underside. You feel when you press against the back of my throat. I pause for a moment.
"Further." I hear from above. I swallow around you. "All the way." I relax my throat and begin to take you further. Soon my lips are nearly at your base, my throat beginning to spasm around you.
"Further. You can do it. Do it for me." You encourage. Tears spill over my lashes as my fingers curl and dig into your thighs as I push lower again. I take you all the way. My body bucks and writhes at the invasion. "Good girl. Yes." My tongue hasn't stopped once. Moving backwards and forwards against you. You pull my head back by my hair and your cock escapes from my lips, strings of spit hanging like bridges between my mouth and your glistening cock. A gently slap on the side of my cheek coincides with my gasping breath. "You did very well," you praise. "Remember that feeling. Remember putting my pleasure before your breath." You release my hair as my cue to continue.
I move straight back to you, with a deep breath I take you all the way again, my tongue pushing forward past my lips to lap at your balls. This time it is your turn to let your head fall back in pleasure. I force myself to stay there for as long as I can. Until my eyes are streaming, and my body is bucking, desperate for air. As I pull my head back again I let one hand wrap around your base, and as my mouth sucks, and my tongue swirls around your head, my hand begins to pump.
"Tell me you love it," you growl.
Holding you against my cheek I answer. "I love it Sir. I love the taste of you on my tongue, I love the feel of you down my throat." As my hand resumes its pumping, I feel your hips thrust against my movements. My tongue flicks and lips at your tip. I watch as your let your body relax back against the sofa, one leg coming over my shoulder to hold me pressed against your crotch. My other hand massages at your balls, feeling how full and heavy they are. I let out a keening moan.
"Yes, my slut?"
"I want it Sir." My hand pumps faster.
"What do you want?"
"I want your cum Sir." My mouth returns to sucking your cock, my hunger for your pleasure easy to read.
You smile down at me, whilst you reach across for your phone. A swipe of your thumb brings up your camera, and you begin to film my worshipping you. I look up at your through the lense, whilst you watch me through the screen, your own little porn star. My head continues to bob, my cheeks hollowing as I suck, surrounding you with the warmth of my mouth.
"Take my cock out, tell the camera how you feel." I hold your cock with reverence.
"I feel like a slut. I feel used. I feel like yours. I am so hungry for you."
You wrap your hand in my hair and jerk my head away from your cock, standing tall above me. I look up at you looming above me, your huge cock level with my face.
"Now...I'm going to film you whilst you make me cum." I need no further encouragement. Reaching up, my hand wraps around you. I pump. Hard and fast. Long, twisting movements, whilst I hold your head between my lips, my tongue swirling and pressing against you. My other hand never stilling around your balls. My eyes beg you for your cum, for you to let me know I can be of use to you, that I can bring you pleasure. A growl from you and I know you are close.
"Yes. I want your cum. I want to taste you. Cover me in it." I open my mouth wide, holding you against my tongue and pump. You grab my hair hard, tilting my head back further, giving the camera and you the best view. I look directly up at you, my cheeks flushed and covered in mascara stained tear tracks. At that sight you cum. I moan as the first string of your orgasm lands across my face.
"Mm, yes, good girl." You moan through your climax. My tongue laps up everything it can as you shoot your load across my face. Your knees buckle slightly as I wrap my mouth around you again, desperate to milk every last drop from you that I can. Using my mouth and tongue to draw out every moment of pleasure.
You collapse back on to the sofa, looking down at me knelt between your legs, my face covered in the evidence of your pleasure. I look up at you, my exhaustion and happiness written plainly across my face. I seek your approval, needing to know I did a good job.
"You did very well little one. Now stand up." I stand on shaky legs. "Go get me that drink. When you get back I'll clean you up." Your tone dismissive. As I reach the door you call for me to stop and turn around. I do. "Who owns you?"
"You do Sir."
"Good girl." You nod for me to continue in my task. I give a small smile. Hearing those words makes me feel warm, and protected and useful. I straighten with purpose and go to gather your drink. When I return, I hand it directly to you, before kneeling at your feet again. I notice you have clutched in your hand my knickers from early, still damp from my original excitement. You wipe my face clean with them. Soaking them with your cum. I close my eyes under your ministrations. Once I am cleaned you kiss me again. I open my eyes as you pull back.
You hand my underwear to me, with the instruction to get dressed whilst you finish your drink. We are going to dinner. I nod demurely and go to get dressed. I return and present myself for your approval. Your eyes run up and down me. My dress, though low cut, is a respectful length, and my jewellery is simple and elegant. Yet underneath the sophistication I wear underwear soaked in your cum.
You take my hand and lead me to the door. But just before we leave you push me against the wall, spinning me round so my face and chest press up against the paint. From your pocket you produce a pen, and lifting up my dress you sign you name across my ass.
"Mine." You whisper. Your body pressing up against mine.
"Yours." You pull my skirt down, imagining the red stripes you will add to my ass when we return home. A gentle slap to my backside before you take my hand again and lead us out into the night. | Friday Night | [
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Text: I've already told the story of how I got the leprechaun's gold. So that is old news. But the next part of the story wasn't as interesting, but certainly stranger.
I had the pot of gold sitting on a shelf at home. I just kind of had it there, wondering what I was going to do with it next. I'd already used my three wishes up, so to me it was just a matter of the best way of cashing the gold in.
But then one night a knock came at my door. I got up and looked through the peek hole, but no one was there. The knock came again. I opened the door, and there was the leprechaun.
"Wow," I said. "I'm surprized to see you here."
"Begosh and begorra," said the little fellow. "True, 'twas no easy journey, but I did come for me gold."
"Now, I took your gold fair and square. It's mine now."
The leprechaun gave me a menacing glare. "Well now, it won't be doing ye much good if you're not breathing now, will it?"
Images from the various leprechaun movies flashed through my head. So I sighed; what the hell, I'd already taken my wishes. "OK," I said. "You can have it."
"A man of reason!" said the little guy. "But I am reasonable, too. Here is some compensation for your troubles." He handed me a roll of loose bills. He danced nimbly into the room, and snatched the pot of gold up. Then he ran out through the door.
I took the roll of money he gave me, and went through it quickly. It was about $500 bucks. Well, I thought, not as much as that gold would have brought, but what the hell. At least I didn't get sliced up by nasty, sharp Leprechaun claws like the teenagers in those movies. I stuffed the roll of bills in my pocket.
Now that I had some loose cash, there was only one thing to do. I went outside, got in my car, and headed for my favorite strip club.
On the way over, I went through the drive-through of a burger joint by the college and got a drink. The girl at the window was one of these incredibly stick-thin waifs. I wondered how she could keep herself upright, but she seemed to do OK. I peeled a couple of dollars from the roll, thinking that it's too bad she didn't have more up top. I handed her the first bill, and blinked. Did her shirt move? As I watched, it definately grew. She didn't seem to notice, but shifted her shoulders a little. Now she was definately larger; maybe a heavy B or small C cup. Good thing she wasn't wearing a bra, or she'd be out of room up there.
I handed her the second bill, and watched. As she turned to get change, her chest surged. Leaning over the cash register, her busom rolled out inside her blue and tan uniform. When she turned back, she had to be at least a DD.
"Here's your change. Have a nice day," she said, leaning out to hand me my change. Her breasts were straining at her shirt, threatening to burst it open.
And that was just two bucks, I thought.
I got to the stip club, and was greeted at the door by the hostess. She was blonde and cute, fairly short, but curvy. She wore a light satin shirt, and a long black dress. Her waist was pleasantly narrow for her wide hips. She welcomed me, and I peeled off a twenty to pay the cover. I thought, "Body, definately body for this one" as I handed her the bill.
The result was remarkable. She took the twenty, and as she turned to put it in the cash register, she swelled. First her breasts pushed forward, followed closely by a rapid swell of her belly. Her hips widend. Her narrow waist filled out. Her butt rolled out, stretching the black cloth of her dress taught. Oddly, she didn't seem to react, exept that she took on a confused look, and her hands came down to her rapidly expanding belly. And still she grew. The waist of her dress gave out and burst. Her breasts strained against the buttons of her shirt, making the satiny cloth shiny with tension. Her belly pushed out into the open air. Her arms and legs thickend. Her shirt finally gave way and ripped open in several places at once; half her buttons popped off, the other half holding on desperately. As her belly filled up and her waist and hips widened, her dress gave up and ripped loudly down the side. She was standing in front of me, filled to bursting, jutting out of her ruined clothes in almost every place.
Well, I thought, she didn't go round. Next time I'll have to be more specific.
I went in and took a seat. A waitress brought me my complimentary drink. I tipped her a couple of bucks and said, "Butt."
She smiled and said, "But what?"
I just smiled back. "Never mind."
As she walked off, her butt cheeks filled out and swelled. Her walk took on a funny gait as the mass of her butt grew. Finally it was huge, about two waitress' girth. She bumped into several of the girls going back to the bar, unaccostomed to her new width.
I turned to the stage; time for some fun.
There was a slender, red-haired beauty with tiny boobs writing around on the stage. I figured she was saving for a boob job, so I decided to help her with that. I held up a dollar.
She slinked over towards me and began writhing seductively. Then she leaned forward, pressing her smallish breasts together around the dollar bill I was holding up. In her hands, her boobs swelled. She danced back, dropping the bill on the floor. When she tuned back, she had gained at least two cup sizes. I held up another bill.
Six dollars later, she was enormous. Her mamaries swelled and grew, sometimes so fast they made audible stretching noises. Now she was having trouble dancing, because of the weight of her firm, massive HH sized boobs. The song ended, and she scooped up her boobs in her arms as best she could, and teetered off the stage.
The next was a goregous black girl with long hair. She was very fit. A little short, but she was very pretty. I watched as she danced a while, then I held up a bill. She danced over to me, and pulled her G-string open; I slipped the bill under the elastic. At once, her smooth, firm belly softened. Her belly button became a soft little divit surrounded by soft, swollen flesh. She danced some more, pulling aside the G-string to show me the good bits. Then I held up another bill, she came over, and I slipped that one in her G-string, too. Instantly, her belly surged forward. Rounder and rounder it became. It took a couple more dollars, but soon she was dancing around the buldge of her huge, brown, full-term belly, caressing it erotically.
Wow, I thought. I like this.
The next dancer was a slim woman with long hair that fell straight down. I slipped her a few bucks in her G-string. After she'd grown a nice belly, I pulled a ten from the roll and slipped it under the strained elastic of her G-string. She writhed erotically back to the center of the stage, and then she grew. Seriously, without any restraint. Her belly swelled and rounded. She didn't even look pregnant anymore; instead, her tummy looked fairly globular. She lost her balance and flopped forward, landing on the still growing mass of her tummy. Bigger than a beachball, soft, round it became. The song ended, and she leaned forward, but couldn't get leverage to lift herself up. One of the waitresses came up and help lift her spherical tummy. They hauled her back to a booth in the back, where she rested her tummy on a small table, and lay back huffing, her legs splayed widely.
Funny how they don't seem to react, I thought. Must be magic.
A waitress came up and I ordered another drink. As I handed her a five, I said, "Deer." What the hell.
She laughed and said, "Yes, darling." Then winked at me and took the money.
Then she stood still, her eyes going wide. Her ears poked out from under her hair, pushing out, lengthening. They turned brown with soft fur. Her face took on a soft haze of fur, too, and her nose turned into a little black button. At her sides, her hands turned into hooves. She canted forward as something happened under her clothes, shifting her posture. Her ears were all the way exposed now, and started twitching prettily. She turned, and walked back to the bar, leaving her shoes behind as she balanced delicately on her deer-girl hooves.
A dancer came up and pressed against me -- a pale, dark-haired beauty. "Want a dance?" she purred.
Getting bolder I said, "Balloon!" and stuffed a ten in the band of her G-string.
She stared dancing for me, close, inside my knees, and then her skin went purple. As she swayed sensously, her skin took on a dusty sheen, looking soft and pliable. I took a breath, and blew on her. She swelled. I took a breath and blew again. She swelled some more. Blowing steadily, I slowly filled her up. Her G-string snapped off, followed shortly by her bikini top. Pretty soon she was a huge shiny purple balloon, standing helplessly in front of me. Her hands and feet stuck out of her round sides, flapping uselessly. Realizing I had forgotten something, I pulled a five off the roll, stuck it between her teeth, and said, "Helium." There was a hissing sound, and slowly she began to lift off.
I turned to the dancer on stage. She was very beautiful, and had exotic eyes. Her hair was cut in a short black bob. I held out a twenty, and leaned forward. "I'll give you this if you roll around on it on the floor." She smiled wickedly, and took the bill. Throwing it down on the stage, she flopped down on it and began cavorting erotically. Her belly surged beneath her. It swelled, bulding out past her sides, pushing her up off the floor. Her tummy continued to swell, until she was having trouble reaching the floor with her arms and legs. Soon her ass was jutting high in the air, her pussy high and free, her arms and legs kicking at her sides, as she rested on the huge mound of her belly. There was a short break as several waitresses struggled to half-roll, half push the enormous bulk of her belly off the stage.
Now I was on a roll. I walked over to where three young-looking dancers were talking. I pulled three twenties from the roll, and walked up to them. "Blueberry, blueberry, blueberry," I said, handing each a bill. They laughed cynically and said, "Thanks!" Then gave each other a look like, "what a kook."
Then the first said. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
The one beside her said, "Blueberry!"
The third said, "Delicious!"
"I love blueberries!" She turned blue.
"Me, too! My favorite" She turned blue, too.
"Yummy!" said the third, and having said this, turned blue.
Then all three started to swell. The one in the schoolgirl uniform burst out of her clothes first, followed closely by the other two. Their eyes went wide, which looked kind of funny surrounded by their blue faces. They were all a deep purplish-blue, and they swelled rapidly. One girl took a few waddling steps, holding her swollen blue belly, but the other two just stood still and grew. Pretty soon all three were huge, naked, swollen blueberry girls.
And so the night went. The waitresses were all tipped well, and became animal girls. There was a cute cat girl, a mischievious skunk girl, and a rather top-heavy waitress who could be nothing other than a cow girl. Moo. All the dancers were walking around sporting bulbous tummies, or breasts that defied the laws of physics. At one point as I walked past the dancer resting her spherical belly in the booth in the back, I pulled out a ten, slapped it on top of the globe of her tummy, and said, "More!" Her eyes went wide, and she obligingly grew even bigger.
The girls were having trouble on stage, becuse their swollen breasts and bellies made it hard to get up on stage, let alone dance. So some of them took to just sitting in the middle of the stage, rubbing their swollen form.
Finally I reached into my pocket, and came back with... the last bill! Oh no!
I looked down at it. It was a hundred-dollar bill. I broke into a wide grin.
Looking around, I realized I may have done all the girls. The waitresses were walking around on hooves and paws, the dancers were all hobbling around with their watermelon breasts and beachball tummies, and the cutest dancers were completely immobilized as blueberrys, globes, or floating balloons. Then I spotted one last dancer in the corner. She was quiet, with short brown hair, and a look that bespoke shyness and world-weariness at once. Her face was round and soft, her eyes very dark. I waited for a balloon girl to drift by, then I leaned back and looked at the girl until I caught her eye.
She got up and sauntered over. Everything about her looked soft and delicious. She came up and smiled a little smile. "Want a dance?"
"You bet," I said. "Big!" I handed her the hundred.
No sooner had she taken it when a loud rumbling sounded. All the girls looked around, and the dancer before me looked down. The rumbling was coming inside her. She placed both hands on her tummy, and gasped. Then she grew.
Her tummy exploded forward. Her breasts filled and started spraying milk. She filled rapidly, her arms and legs filling up, her body filling then rounding to keep up with her tummy. Her clothes burst into pieces, and the bits of cloth floated down over the room. In moments she was completely round. But she kept growing. Her little head looked back and forth above the sphere of her body as it rose higher and higher. Soon I couldn't even see her head; just one hand that waved frantically where it stuck out from the swollen globe of her body. Still she grew. I jumped up from the table and stepped back as she grew larger and larger. There was an "Ow!" and I looked up to see her body pressing against the ceiling, which was fortunately petty high. But the growth continued. Now her body was buldging out as she pressed harder and harder against the ceiling. There was a crack, then the sound of wood snapping, and she pushed up through the roof and into the night sky. The huge sphere of her body filled most of the floor of the strip club, and no one could reach -- let alone see -- the stage anymore.
Well, I thought. Guess it's time to go.
I walked to the door as the sounds of shrieks and cries filled the room. "What happend to me?" "My breasts -- they're HUGE!" "Oh, my tummy!" "I am so swollen!" "MEOW!" "Oh my God I'm a blimp!" I guess parts of the spell only lasted so long.
The cool night air gusted in as I opened the door. Stepping out, my foot caught on something, and I fell hard onto the cement. I thought, what the hell?
Pushing myself up, I discovered an angry, sputtering little man trapped beneath me. I helped him stand up, and he angrily brushed the dirt from his green outfit. It was the leprechaun who had given me the magical roll of bills.
"Watch where you're goin', ya giant lummox!" He fumed. Then his face grew sad. "Ah, but ye did catch me again, fair and square. So by the law of Leprechauns, I suppose I must give ye my pot of gold and three wishes." He sighed. Then his eyes light up with lust and he rubbed his little hands vigorously. "Unless, that is, ye would consider some compensation for your troubles instead." He pulled out a thick roll of glowing bills. | null | [
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We lay together on the big bed, and I gave you a few minutes to recover from the orgasm you'd just had. I couldn't help staring at you though; you looked so handsome. The pleasure I'd helped you achieve was evident in your lazy smile and dreamy eyes. I wanted to grab you up and hold you to me tightly; to begin covering you with kisses and letting you feel my enthusiasm by rubbing my hardness against your warmth. But instead, I sat up and reached over to the bedside table where we'd set our drinks down. I handed you yours, trying hard to be a gentleman wherever I could. I grabbed the pack of *Newports* that were peeking out of the front pocket of my discarded jeans.
I put a cigarette between my lips and lit it, while saying, "I bet I know what you need now, baby." I handed you the lit smoke and you smiled and thanked me. Then I lit myself one and picked up my drink, taking a large swallow. The flavor of the vodka with hardly more than a hint of orange juice washed the lingering taste of your cum from my mouth. I was confident that I'd get plenty more before this weekend was over, though.
I moved up to the head of the bed, and propped myself up with my back against the wall and a couple of the large pillows cushioning me. You did the same, and we sat side by side, enjoying those always awesome after-sex cigarettes. My cock was engorged and poked straight out from my lap. I did nothing to try to conceal it, although I didn't want you to feel obligated to do something about it yet. I was feeling great, and knew that we didn't have to rush. I put my hand on your naked thigh and rubbed it lightly as I looked back into your face, wanting so much to tell you things; to let you know just how much I was feeling all this. I couldn't find the words, but as you grinned at me and put your hand on mine, I was pretty sure that whatever words I might've come up with would've been inadequate. The look in your eyes told me there was no need; that you knew just what I was feeling.
"Fuck, Rick...I sure liked suckin' you like that, baby. And you know I loved how you fed me your load. Man, I will be needing some more of that in a little while, you know."
"You think *you* loved it," you answered. "Shit, that was the best blowjob I've had in quite awhile. You're mouth is awesome, Curt."
I took another drink and said, "Stick with me baby, there's a lot more where that came from!" But we both knew that wasn't possible. It was left unsaid, but we both felt the effect of this infidelity to our partners. I was sure you felt it much more than I, but hoped that I could put it out of your mind during our time together. I wanted that to be about the last thing on your mind. This weekend was about freedom, and pleasure, and finally being able to experience one another in the flesh. I wanted everything else to not matter to either of us during our time together.
I reached over and rubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray and put my arm across your belly, leaning into you with my chin on your shoulder. With your free hand you took the drink from my hand and set it on the side table. You moved closer and returned my affectionate touch by putting your arm across my middle. I felt you tugging me into you, and I brought my face closer to yours. My mouth was on yours again, unable to resist the need that tugged at me from deep within, compelling me to connect with you in every possible way. I was on fire; your mere presence had me so tightly wound. But your naked presence, pressing into my own bare skin, was too much for me to pretend to ignore.
"Rick," I said in a breathy whisper, "I know there is no reason to rush anything. Except for the fact that I'm so hot now, I feel like I'm gonna bust. Just tell me if you need more time to chill before we, uh...continue?" I had a hard time finding any of the right words. I was so flustered that it was pretty amazing I could speak, really. I didn't want to push you and make you uncomfortable. But as you smiled at my awkward words, I knew I wasn't.
"Curt," you began, "I am just as hot for you, believe me. Tell me what you have in mind, baby. What do you need, little bro?"
God, I loved it when you called me that. And hearing it in person, the words coming from your lips as I felt your breath on my skin, made me quiver. Your hand seemed to float down my body, gliding over my chest and down my abs, until you reached my blood-filled shaft. Your fingers slid around me and I was in the warm circle of your hand. You tugged my cock gently as you waited for my reply.
Shit, I wanted to fuck you so bad now. But I was unsure if it would be right for me to have you first. I really felt that it should be you taking me first. It seemed more proper, you being older and me feeling like the one who was so hopelessly smitten. I knew you'd never had a man-fuck. I also knew that I wanted to go to any lengths to get you ready for such an encounter. But it wouldn't take much effort at all to get me ready to receive you. And oh, I wanted it so badly.
"Rick, I wanna connect again. I want you baby, inside me. Think I can get you hard again?"
You laughed at my query and said, "If you can't get it hard, no one can. But what about this?" You gave my cock another squeeze and raised your eyebrows a bit.
"Man, it's just like how I write about it, Rick. I swear I'll get off so hard while you fuck me. You'll see, it's not bullshit man. It's so true. So...you want to?"
"Want to, what?"
"Do you...wait." I stopped and thought about the words I'd say. I didn't want to sound so crass or casual by saying, 'you wanna fuck me'. This was our special time, that we may not ever get again. I wanted you to know how special it really was to me.
"Rick...will you make love to me now?"
Your smile spread out wide across your handsome face and you said, "Of course, babe. Help me get this hard again, and you got it."
I slid down putting my face even with your cock, which, was already halfway hard with the thoughts you had of being inside me. I took you back into my mouth and began to stroke your length with the wide part of my tongue, and then tightly closing my lips around it. It seemed to come back to life almost immediately. I rolled my tongue over your big dick as it grew in my mouth, and then let myself slide up and down the silky-hard pipe that would soon be fucking me. I felt your hands in my hair again, and sighed as I pulled off your cock. I licked its dark red head several times, and left a good amount of spit on you. Looking up I asked, "How do you want me, bro?"
I knew the answer, but I wanted you to say it.
"On your back, of course. I want you to stretch out and spread your sexy legs, Curt. I want you to lift your legs up so I can give that sweet ass a kiss before I fuck it. Come up here and lay back, sexy."
I was there before you could finish talking. I lay back and spread myself out, opening my arms and legs wide in anticipation of your body coming in closer to me than ever. You put an arm on either side of me and crawled up my body, your knees between my legs. I sighed, it sounding more like a gasp than a sigh as your face was above mine. I reached up with both hands and let my fingers drift over your flexed arms as they supported you over me. Your face lowered suddenly, and your mouth was on mine again. Your tongue pushed in to meet mine, and I felt a huge warm wave throughout my body. I shuddered as we kissed, and tugged your shoulders to bring you down closer.
"Ah-ah," you said as a small sexy grin appeared over your face. "I need to go down there first...You know that." You motioned with your head towards my lower half, and before I said anything, you crawled back down and hooked your arms under my thighs. I raised them a bit, shivering with excitement as I felt the first sensation of your tongue touching my hole. It was so warm and wet, and wonderful! Within seconds, you were rimming my ass perfectly, loving it with your tongue and lips. I couldn't help putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair. My hips moved off the bed, pressing closer, offering my ass to you.
"Oh, shit...That is so good baby. That is in-cred-i-ble! Mmm, do that as long as you'd like, sweetheart. It'll take me a long time to get tired of that!" I meant that too. The way you kissed and licked my hole was heavenly. But after only a few more minutes you raised your head and looked into my eyes, saying, "Fuck, you know I can't wait though. I've been waiting long enough, and I *need* you now."
As you rose up onto all fours, coming forward again I said, "Oh, take me. I can't fucking wait either, Rick, to feel you."
My legs went higher as you came up against me on your knees. You held your cock at its base and touched my slick hole with its head. Our eyes were locked on one another's, and I shook my head 'yes' and said, "Oh, I'm so ready. Do it, Rick. Give it to me, please!"
I felt you start coming into me. Your cock pushed against me and I felt myself open up to you, my spread ass sucking the head of your dick inside it right away. I watched your face as you entered me and was in love with your expression. I could see how surprised you were by the tight tight hotness of my fuckhole. My hands went to your back and pulled at you, wanting you in deep.
Your shaft was buried inside me now. My mouth hung halfway open as I gasped, overwhelmed by this fullness that you gave me. Your hips began to move slightly, and you withdrew halfway. Then forward again, and right away your movement became rhythmic and you sank your dick into me in one fluid motion. I couldn't keep from crying out, feeling so passionate about our connection.
"Fuck yes Rick...Oh, fuck me. Fuck me good, you stud...Show me how badly you've wanted this ass..."
Your thrusting became quicker, and we grunted together as your groin smacked against my asscheeks as I held my legs up tight against your ribs. My hand went to your pec, and I began pinching and pulling on one of your hard buds as you shoved your cock far into me. You let out a groan, telling me it was too much. My own cock was being rubbed between us, our hot sweating bellies mashing and tugging at it. Your eyes were slits now, as you tired to let your mind go elsewhere in a vain attempt to make this fuck last longer.
"Don't hold back, bro. Fuck, I wanna feel your cum in me. Give it to me, Rick...let it go, come in me please!"
"Oh, shit yes," you moaned as your body began to jerk against me as your climax began. Your cock was as deep as it could be, and I felt the pulsing throb as you began to squirt your cum in my guts. My hands moved to your asscheeks and locked you in place there, wanting to feel every twitch of your cock as you succumbed to this pleasure. It felt nothing short of perfect.
As you came you grunted between clenched teeth, saying, "Yeah Curt...take it baby...mm this is mine now. This ass is mine, oh fuck, this is a sweet ass...!"
I was so close to coming myself, but I let your orgasm consume me and ignored my own urge for release. You finally calmed and let all your weight rest on me, panting as you tried to catch your breath. I hugged you tightly with both my arms and legs around your strong back and whispered, "Rick...that was all I'd been dreaming of, and even more. You fucked me so good. Oh, God, it was perfect babe."
I knew you well enough to guess your next move would be reaching for the cigarettes. I clutched you as you began shifting and said, "Don't pull out yet. Please, stay right there."
You smiled so sexily as you put the smoke between your lips, lighting it and then holding it to my lips. I took a drag, and then you pulled the cigarette back and took one for yourself. We exhaled together, both sighing loudly as we enjoyed the afterglow of the fuck we'd been fantasizing about for so long. Then you spoke again and said, "Curt, that ass is fuckin' awesome. Shit, I have never felt anything so *HAWT*." We both cracked up as you pronounced the word so comically, and I saw your eyes sparkle as they met mine again.
"Mmm, so glad you like, babe. I just hope you're prepared to switch with me soon. And that you're still wanting my cock in you as much as you've told me these past few months, because *I am ready*." I licked my dry lips seductively at you, knowing that I'd soon be given that gift of you that I craved so much. | Meet Me in St. Louis, Stud Ch. 03 | [
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The girls had gone into town to do some shopping leaving me and Bob to kill a few hours by the pool. We had only been on holiday for two days and although I'd never met him before this trip, we got on really well. Both our girls had known each other for years but Bob was the new man in Suzie's life and he seemed to have a lot in common with Kim and myself.
I'm Chris, incidentally and there's nothing very special about me. Average build, average looks, average cock ... in fact pretty average all round. The only unusual thing about me I suppose is that I am blonde.
We had hired a secluded luxurious farmhouse hidden deep in the French countryside to chill out for a month after Suzie, Kim and I finished University and Bob had been invited along to make up the foursome. There wasn't much to do except eat, drink, relax in the pool ...and have sex.
The morning passed quietly sun-bathing, reading and cooling off in the pool. At one stage I was lying face-down soaking up the rays when Bob pulled himself out of the water and sat down on one of the poolside mattresses next to mine to dry himself. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze. Bliss! We were both chatting about the girls when Bob suddenly changed the topic.
"Why are we bothering with swimming costumes in a place like this?" he asked. "We're miles from anywhere. There's nobody around and, I don't know about you, but I fancy getting an allver tan."
Now I may have been around a bit but I have never felt any great desire to get an all over tan and even less desire to lay naked next to another guy. I must have had a shocked look on my face as he went on,
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, almost hurt that I wasn't enthusiastic. He said that, like me, he had never fancied the idea of going naked in company but had once been persuaded to go on a naturist holiday and that had completely changed his attitude.
"Believe me it feels great to be in the outdoors and totally naked. You haven't lived until you've felt the breeze blowing round your bits?" he joked.
I turned round to give him a quizzical look, which for some reason turned into a smile.
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he said. "Mind if I take these things off anyway?" and without waiting for an answer he stood up and pulled his swimming shorts down to his ankles, kicking them away to the poolside.
I was still staring at him almost in disbelief and my eyes were automatically drawn to his cock, which was another good reason for not dropping my shorts. I wasn't keen for him to make comparisons and his cock seemed much longer than mine, or perhaps he was just getting excited by all this!
He sat down on the mattress again and started rubbing on some sun cream, working it gently onto his hairless chest and caressing himself as he did so. I wanted to turn away but couldn't stop myself watching as he gently smoothed the cream onto his body, up and down his arms and legs and thighs. He was making such a performance of it that I couldn't help thinking he was deliberately doing this for my benefit.
I couldn't turn away now as, for some strange reason, I was fascinated to know if he'd use the cream on that cock and I guess he knew exactly what I was thinking as he caught my eye and smiled wickedly. He poured another gob of cream onto the shaved area where his pubes once were. He must spend hours shaving every single hair away from his tackle. I knew that both the girls had shaven pussies which made me the only one of the four with every pubic hair intact. I made a mental note to do something about that later!
Very slowly Bob started massaging all around his cock and balls, using his other hand to stroke his shaft and caress his balls. It seemed to go on for ages and I could see that his cock was responding to the treatment. Much to my surprise, so was mine!
He caught my eye as he continued the gentle caress and he smiled, knowingly.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked.
Once again I said nothing but smiled nervously back at him and turned away.
'Hey, you need some of this cream on your back or you'll roast," and, without waiting for a response he came to sit on my mattress and started to run cream into my shoulders and neck.
"Wait a min..." I started but somehow couldn't come out with the words. I, a fully qualified heterosexual, should have pushed him away but something inside me wanted him to carry on.
"What were you going to say?"
"Oh, er, ...nothing," I said, and he continued to rub the cream into the upper part of my back. But this wasn't a simple slapping on of sun cream. This was a massage, and a very sensual one at that. Kim had given me massages before but, hell, this guy was better!
My arms were by my side and my hand was just touching the coolness of his naked buttock. I was trying desperately not to move it or give him any indication of just how much I was enjoying this new experience. I can't deny that I've imagined being with another guy. Kim and I had even talked about the possibility of a threesome, but I guess I'd always been a bit too scared to follow-up the idea.
Having worked his hands half way down my back he picked up my right arm and started massaging more cream into that from the top down pressing every muscle until he ended up working on each of my fingers in turn. And when he was finished he replaced my arm so that my hand was now resting on the very top of his leg, inches away from his cock.
As I was wondering what the hell to do next with my hand, he went back to working on my back gradually getting lower and lower until he reached the top of my swimming shorts. Slowly he worked his fingers under the top few inches of the trunks and, as he did so, I could feel he was forcing the top of the trunks lower and lower onto my arse. God, I was enjoying this.
Bob got up now to move round to my other side and, as he sat down he pulled my trunks down so the elastic top was just under my arse, exposing my buttocks to the air. And still I didn't object!
Now he began working on my left arm and when he'd finished with that he replaced it so that my hand was that much nearer his cock. There was nothing accidental about that. I only had to twitch a finger to touch it. He began working on my newly exposed arse, every now and again gently pushing my buttocks apart and running his hands down the crack, and I could feel the cool air on my hole.
My whole body tingled and my hand suddenly seemed to develop a mind of its own as it shifted to lay on top of his cock, with my fingers gently feeling it's length. What was I doing here?!
When he ran a finger round the rim of bumhole I couldn't stop myself grabbing his cock more firmly. And when his finger began probing its way into my hole I knew I was hooked. I was almost wanking another man!
"Hell Bob. What are you doing? What am I doing?"
"Well I guess you're enjoying yourself," he said.
"Time now to get rid of these things altogether.' He pulled my swimming shorts down and over my ankles and threw them into the pool. I thought that if anyone turned up now there would be no way of covering myself up in a hurry but, by this stage, I had abandoned myself to whatever was going to happen next and didn't care who saw.
Now Bob shifted his position so that he was almost lying next to me leaning back on one elbow and with his other hand massaging the cheeks of my bum, up and down the crack and round almost as far as my balls. Unconsciously I lifted myself up a little to allow him closer and at the same time I put my hand around his balls, marvelling at their smooth feel and amazing myself with how much I was enjoying this.
"Turn on your side. I want to see what's hidden under there" he said.
I didn't need asking twice, and my cock was itching to be free. I turned my body towards him and he moved himself further down the mattress so that his face was only inches from my now fully erect pole.
"Now that looks tasty,' said Bob making it pretty clear what was going to happen next and causing a few small drops of pre-cum to appear at the head. Bob stuck his tongue out and slowly ... oh so slowly ... moved towards my throbbing cock. Very delicately he started licking all around the head stopping only to relish the taste of my pre-cum. I was staring down at him as if I had been transformed to a different planet. This couldn't be happening to me.
He gently wrapped his lips around the tip, and used his tongue to probe my pee hole. The sensation was almost unbearable and I felt my balls and thighs quivering. He gradually moved his head down the shaft licking, sucking and even nibbling with his teeth.
Bob's cock was now almost touching my lips and I found myself tentatively giving him the same treatment. I licked around it's head and intuitively rubbed my tongue back and forth on the sensitive skin below his pee-hole. I don't know what I was expecting but I don't think I was ready for the discovery that cock tastes so good.
I should have gone further but just had to pull away to see how he was working on my manhood as he increased the intensity of his sucking. Maybe it was selfish of me but I abandoned myself to enjoy this new pleasure with little thought what I could do for him in return.
I wanted this sensation to last forever but at this rate I wasn't going to hold back much longer and the best was yet to cum!
So engrossed were we that we were totally unaware that we were not alone!
Suzie and Kim had decided it was too hot for shopping and, having bought a pair of skimpy bikinis each, had come back early. They had gone straight up to Suzie's room to change into their new bikinis and both stripped to the buff.
The room overlooked the pool and Suzie had gone to the balcony while putting on her bikini bottom. It must have been quite early in Bob and my sex adventure but what she saw, stopped her in her tracks and she told me later she had to restrain herself squealing with amazement. She whispered to Kim to join her quickly.
Kim, not yet in her bikini and also naked, came up behind Suzie and looked over her shoulder, her bare breasts brushing Suzie's back. She, too, had to stop herself shouting aloud and instead it was she who hurriedly whispered to Suzie to get the camcorder.
Giggling to herself she grabbed the camera on its tripod and crept onto the balcony to set it up, focussing carefully on the action happening below. Then she crept back into the shadows to watch the show with Kim once again watching over her shoulder.
"This is one hell of a turn on," whispered Kim.
"Who'd have thought that Bob bent both ways?" Suzie laughed.
As things hotted up by the pool Kim put her arms around Suzie with a hand on each breast, and she moved in closer so that her shaved mound was rubbing up against Suzie's bare arse.
While Bob and I were engrossed in sex down below, it turns out that the girls were determined not to be left out of the fun!
Suzie put an arm behind her and, almost without thinking, began rubbing around Kim's sex, and Kim responded by dropping a hand onto Suzie's shaved mound, gently rubbing her palm around Suzie's clit and giving it a gentle pull between two fingers.
Suzie spread Kim's labia apart and slowly inserted a finger into the hole which was now dripping with desire. These girls were no strangers to each other's bodies and knew exactly what they both wanted.
Suddenly Suzie broke off and turned round to give Kim a long, lingering kiss full on the mouth, their tongues flicking together as their sexes rubbed together, clit-to-clit. Suzie moved her lips to Kim's neck nibbling and teasing her ear-lobe, then moved down to her breasts rolling her tongue round each nipple, gripping and pulling them with her lips. Kim's growing feeling of excitement was apparently made even greater by being able to see what we were up to at the poolside while Suzie was playing so deliciously with her body.
Suzie dropped to the floor, kneeling with her face close to Kim's shaven mound and her hands went round Kim's waist to fondle her bum cheeks, running fingers up and down her crack and toying with her bum-hole. Suzie blew a soft breath on to those labia lips and leant forward to tease her clitoris with her tongue.
Kim was close to exploding with passion and desperately wanted to moan out loud but stopped herself, knowing that they didn't want to betray their presence to the two of us by the pool.
Seconds later, she came, gushing love juice onto Suzie's face, her whole body shuddered and she sighed as loud as she dare.
"Ye-e-e-es," said Suzie, licking the juices from her lips.
"I'm cumming Bob, I'm cumming..." I groaned but he didn't pull off my throbbing cock. Instead he seemed to bury his head even deeper so that I could feel the back of his throat as the first spurt of cum shot out . I thought he would gag but he just sucked and sucked with ever-increasing intensity at the same time as his hand gripped tighter on my balls. It's as if he was milking them dry and I have never experienced such an intense feeling.
When he pulled his head slowly up the length of my shaft, using his tongue to lick, tickle and stroke it, the sensitive feeling was almost too much to bear. I let out an enormous groan and lay back with my eyes closed.
Upstairs Kim dropped to her knees to kiss Suzie and whisper in her ear
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A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being
By: Cimmaron Spirit
WARNING: This story is smut. Plain and simple. And with a lot of kinks and fetishes that you may or may not like, such as transformation, hyper, stretching, excessive cum, etc., etc. If you don't like it, then read something else. This story contains little, if no, plot or character development, and is designed to be the basis for an entire universe of smut stories. Thank you!
Rick grunted as he drove his massive piece of horseflesh, rock hard at twenty inches, and as wide as his muscular forearm, deeper into the black furred wolf anthro. Despite having done this multiple times by now, Geuafide's ass was still tight, clamping around his cock like a vice, only lubed by the disproportionate amount of preseminal fluid that the horse's heavy orbs produced. The wolf growled lowly as he was taken again and again, his stomach having been bloated out a ways by the sheer force of the horse seed.
The aroma of the ocean air wafted through the wooden cabin on the edge of a beach, though that smell was enhanced by the musk, sweat and of sex that surrounded the two male furs mating with each other. The past few hours here in Azhilohk had been a dream come true for Rick: no worries, no concerns; just the continual pounding and slap of flesh against fur-covered-flesh, and the groans and cries of lust and passion, the feeling of warm, soft, smooth fur against his body and hands as he groped, the taste of the canine's mouth as they explored between sessions.
With nary a warning, Rick whinnied out loud, spraying yet another bountiful load deep into the canine's bowels. After the orgasmic high drained the horse of his cum, Rick collapsed onto the back of the bloated canine that murred softly at the feeling of his body stretched out.
"Alrighty, horsie boy," Geuafide grinned, craning his neck around to lick at the equines face. "I think seventeen times in a day is enough; don't you?"
Rick moaned softly, before forcing himself up to pull the softening horse length from the canine's anal passage. "Yeah, I guess," he nickered, lying on the soft bed beside the wolf. His slick penis, covered in cum, was attended to by the canine, making Rick again groan softly, and started to buck his hips upwards into Geuafide's muzzle.
"Easy there Seabiscuit!" the wolf said, pulling his maw off the already hardened cock. "You have to learn to control yourself, you know?"
The stallion groaned, and then sighed, his tail whooshing lazily under him. "Alright... but later?"
The wolf chuckled, before rustling the chestnut colored stallion's brown mane. "Well, you know you can try other things here as well," Geuafide whispered, using his claw to trace along the thick muscled chest and abs, making the stallion groan and nicker contently.
"Anyway, there is one thing you have to do, as you are a "guest" here, and not born here like I was," the wolf continued, rubbing his paw along the chest of the stallion, before dragging it along his thick, bulky thighs.
"And what is that?" groaned Rick, shivering as the sharp claw traced along his legs.
"A series of tests throughout the land, which will culminate in a challenge before the Great Lord of Azhilohk himself, the ruler of this land," Geuafide explained. "You will learn much, including the different things that are done here, as you go. You will gain power, strength, and knowledge, which will help you in the final test."
Rick looked over to the midnight dark canine with a look of puzzlement. "What if I don't?"
Geuafide shrugged. "Then you will go back to your old life, but every memory here fresh in your mind, but no chance to return. Ever."
The chestnut anthro horse looked away from the wolf, looking off to the distance, at the ocean that lapped at the shores. In the distance he could see other islands, but they were but green specks in the vast blueness, almost like the ocean could simply swallow them up if they want. Sure, his old human life had been alright, being big, strong and in tune with nature had allowed him to be. But still... what could be wrong with constant, daily fucking, even if he had to go on a quest like one of the hero's in a video game?
"Well, when do I start then?" Rick asked, raising an eyebrow. Geuafide grinned, before pulling the equine into another kiss.
"After round eighteen, buckshot," the wolf smirked, turning his ass toward the equine, raising his tail to show the tight pucker. Rick grinned, his cock already hard and leaking precum. Man, this was going to be fun.
Rick shuffled on his hooves while he fastened the leather belt around his waist, and positioned the almost too small leather pouch in the front that cupped his genitals and held them close to his body. He licked his dry lips as he watched Geuafide handing over a large leather satchel, already heavy with food, small weapons and some gold coinage.
The stallion took the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Other than the bag and loincloth (which still left his tight, muscular ass open to the world), Rick had nothing else on him. He brushed at the pure white fur feathers on his arms nervously. Then again, whenever he went somewhere he never did before by himself, he always got this way. It was nothing new.
Geuafide stepped forward, and leaned in to kiss the stallion lightly, which Rick returned.
"Keep safe. The potions I gave you are only a small amount, but you can always get more. Be very careful, as many in this land have different ways of pleasure than a simple ass fuck. You will learn of them quickly, and possibly find yourself enjoying them," The wolf warned with a smirk, while Rick suddenly felt a bit queasy at the journey. However, he was ready, and he might as well get it over with.
"Alright, so where is the first trial?" asked the chestnut stallion.
The wolf pointed to the West. "Go in a straight line from here, and you cannot miss it." He gave a good whack to the stallion's exposed rear, making Rick jump and whiney in surprise.
"You better hurry!" Geuafide chuckled. "It's getting late, and you might not want to be in the forest at night."
Rick nodded, before at last clopping his way off to the forest, looking back to see the black wolf waving, already stroking his half-erect red canine cock. It almost made the horse turn around and get his ass drilled again, but he had more important things to do.
He focused on the task ahead as Rick continued on his quest. The minutes turned into hours, the sun continued its journey across the blue sky. All this time the stallion, followed the path which lead due west. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he continued into the forest, the light growing dimmer, blocked out by the tall trees that reminded him so much of the forest he lived next to as a human, and where he most likely would have still be in, had he not been dragged here.
Something was rustling in the bushes, making the stallion stop humming. The noise stopped, but now his ears were busy listening to the area for something. Rick sniffed the air, but only the heady scent of the trees, grass and forest, as well as his own musk, was all he smelled.
His hoof snapped a twig, making the horse pause again. The bushes to his left were still, but he thought he could see someone behind it.
Rick reached into the bag for one of the daggers he was given and quietly crept up to the bush, before jumping behind it with a loud whiney, landing on the other side...
...to see nothing. It looked like something had been here recently, though, as the grass was packed down, but whatever it was, it was gone.
The equine anthro sighed. His imagination must have been playing tricks on him. Rick chuckled a bit and looked up.
"Looking for something, pony?" the tall, muscular stag asked, with a voice that seemed a couple octaves too low. The stallion looked up in awe at the stag, easily twelve feet tall, with muscles that put most body builders to shame. On his head was a pair of antlers that would crush any other ordinary deer, but seemed to almost be a nuance to the stag.
As Rick continued to stare at the deer, pass the luxurious brown and white fur, stretching over the thick muscles, threatening to burst free at any moment, he was caught by the enormous sheathe that was positioned between the stags calves, with a sac that looked like it was holding melons instead of testes. The horse blushed at the sight, which the stag noticed.
"You see something you like?" the stag smirked, taking a step closer to the horse, and then another till his genitals were in the horses face, which, considering the stag was twice as tall as the stallion, was not hard. Rick tried to say something, but the overpowering musk of the stag assaulted his senses, making his own member strain at the tight leather pouch it was tucked into, while his mind felt like it was flooded with the smell of sex and sweat.
The tall deer grabbed hold and pushed the horses muzzle into his balls with his hand, the size of Rick's face. "Take it in, pony," he commanded in his deep voice, making the stallion shiver. "Taste it. Savor it."
The horse meekly pushed his tongue out to meet the massive balls. The taste of the sweaty, musky fur made the stallion nicker, and soon Rick's tongue was lapping at the fur.
The stag groaned, pushing the horse deeper into his furry ball sac. "Good pony. You're doing well."
Spurred on by the giant deer, Rick used his hand to massage the nut sack, or as much as he could, while sniffing and licking. The two furs moaned, until Rick felt hot flesh starting to grow on his red. He glanced up to the see the stag's cock starting to emerge in a flaccid state, already easily dwarfing his own member.
Rick continued licking the balls of the stag, who gasped in please, his knees already feeling week. Nobody had been able to do this to him before... or, not for a long time at least.
The deer fell backwards with the feeling of pleasure rushing through him, taking the smaller stallion with him. The stag tried to keep him balance, but soon impacted the ground with a mighty crash, making the ground shake.
Rick's muzzle at last free, he started to lick upwards, toward the stag's massive prick. His tongue lavished the cock, making the deer bellow in pleasure. Already pre-seed was cascading down the cock, soaking the stallion's muzzle, giving Rick a taste of what the stag had to offer. It was intoxicating; Rick needed more. His cock, large for a horse, but dwarfed by the deer's that he was playing with, pushed at the loincloth Rick wore. The stallion, without taking his mind off his play toy as big as he was, quickly used a hoofed hand to slip it off, allowing his already dripping cock out, adding yet more seed to the pool that was flooding the path through the forest.
The equine's tongue at last reached the source of the fountain, easily slipping his tongue into the deer's cum slit, making the stag shout in ecstasy. Rick tried to get his mouth over the head of the deer's cock, but it was too big, and the ever increasing amount of pre-seed was pouring out of his mouth, though he was swallowing as fast as he could. The rich, hot and salty seed seemed too much like a drug... the stallion was now hopelessly addicted to it.
And more he got. The tongue of the horse at last made the genitals of the deer explode, giving out wave after wave of cum, drenching the stallion from head to hoof. Another thick shot, and another and another washed over Rick, while he tried to drink as much as he could. The stag was withering on the ground, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. And the cum he received made the stallion whinny out loud, shooting his load over the stag, the first few shots of which splashed against the proud antlers, the next few shots landing on the muzzle and mouth, then the chest, of the stag, before petering out.
The stag gasped for air, his orgasm over at last, though cum still dribbled out of the titanic cock. "You... you... are skilled with that tongue, traveler," the deer panted, using his own tongue to lick at the stallions cum on his anthropomorphic face once he caught his breath.
"Th...Th...Thank you," Rick replied, tired, please and tense. "Um... what now?"
The stag looked up to the horse, and smiled softly. "I am Jerackon, and I am the overseer of this forest. It grants me great powers, so long as I protect it." In that moment as he explained himself, the stag saw something in the stallion that the horse himself could not see, like a bright light, an aura emanating from the stallion. "I see you have great powers, but don't know how to use them. In this world, beyond a small rural village that you never leave, it can spell your doom." The stag sat up, his cock at last starting to soften. "However, I can teach you some of the things you should know, which will allow you to continue your journey with some hope of surviving Azhilohk."
"Um... what do you mean?" Rick asked, lowering his defenses.
The stag looked around, and saw a dead branch, about five feet long, and as wide as Rick's muscular arm. Jerackon grabbed it, but before Rick could think, the deer cock was erect again, drooling pre-cum. The stag smirked, before shoving the log into his urethra, making the gap open to accept it, and the deer groan. Rick gasped, surprised at the suddenness, and the apparent ease that the deer sounded himself.
Although that display of a fetish that the stallion had only heard about till now startled him, what happened next confounded and freaked him out. The cock seemed to swallow the log, pulling the dead piece of wood deeper into the massive prick, making Jerackon shudder and arch his back. In moments, the hungry cock devoured the log, the imprint of the branch pressing itself along the cum tube, before at last disappearing into the massive right orb, before dissolving into nothingness.
The stallion took a step back as the cock moved of its own will, aiming itself at Rick, looking for another meal. However, Jerackon willed the cock to stop, and it simply straightened up, almost like if nothing happened, and that the stag merely got horny again.
"You see? That branch could have been you. I myself don't vore other living beings, but many others do not share this feeling, and will use a defenseless creature as a meal, be it for stomach, cock, anus or... other bodily parts." The stag grinned as he watched the nervous horse. "However, anyone can be trained to survive using their body, besides weapons and wit. The things you cannot train to do, potions and magic will allow you to, for limited periods of time."
"This world is so fucked up," Rick moaned, almost wishing he could back to his old life now. But something still drew him in to Azhilohk, whether his mind was repulsed by it or not. "Why the hell did I come here?"
"But, if you do well in this fucked up world, it will be yours for the taking, if you wish," Jerackon shrugged. "And, since you are a Guest here, you can leave... but why would you? Your one step from being nude, you can have all the sex and perversions you wish, and you are part animal. Why would you want to go back to... human?"
Rick nodded, his loins stirring again from the thought of taking Geuafide again and again and again...
"Alright," the stallion decided. "I would like to train with you, and learn all the secrets I can to fight my battles."
Jerackon grinned, heaving his frame up onto his massive hooves, then looking up at the darkening sky. "Very well. Tomorrow, we shall start. For tonight, we eat, drink and enjoy each other's company, and entertain our erotic ideas! Let's go!"
The stag lead the horse away from the spot they had met and played, deeper into the forest, toward Jerackon's home.
But, at the site they left, a mysterious, dark shadow, darker than the falling night, appeared, growing to form the shape of a bipedal creature, cloaked in a hood. The creature reached a clawed hand to the large puddle of cum, taking only the tiniest taste from the pool, before touching the claw to his tongue to savor it. The creature grinned. It was not just the normal taste of a local's seed.
No, it had a flavor that was exotic, foreign...
A true opponent. A transformed human. With great, but yet unharnessed power. The best kind.
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The Monsters in Dorm 13
Crystal moaned softly as she slept, her hips making gentle bucking motions as a wonderful sexual encounter played on the screen of her subconscious. her eyelids fluttered for a moment, then opened fully as she thrust hard into her pillow, the warm gooeyness of her seed soaking it, dribbling down, coating her shaft and her balls.
She loved her new cock, and all things considering, thought it more then made up for what she had lost in the trade. Up until a week ago, Crystal had been your normal, average, run of the mill high school girl. Decent grades, an interest in athletics, particularly the girls' wrestling team, a few friends, as well as the usual bullying by cliques and abuse from one particular girl.
As jet after jet of cum gushed from her, she couldn't help but moan loudly. Shi was most certainly not a normal girl any longer, and in some circles her status as a female at all was up for debate. The doctors and nurses weren't quite sure how it happened, but over a period of several days a week prior, her pussy had begun to shrink, and her clit began to grow.
After about thirty seconds of climax, Crystal's orgasm began to fade, her cock spurting less and less, until finally there was only a trickle. Gods, did she love her cock. It was much more fun being a shemale, especially with all the dreams. Wonderful dreams, dreams where her friends and her rivals alike appeared, catering to her every sexual desire and whim.
Crystal sat up, scooping up a double handful of seed in her cupped hands, rubbing it over her belly and breasts. She loved being all gooey and sticky. She stroked her still erect shaft, coaxing a few more drips and dribbles from it, delighting in the feel of her slick length. She scooped up another handful, bringing it to her mouth, gulping it down happily.
She wasn't the only one enjoying a new appendage, all the girls in her dorm had them now, to varying reactions. Her roommate Elena didn't seem to care much one way or the other. The couple next door, Kirishia and Shrissia, Rissa for short, seemed to love theirs. Though from the playful beggings and pleadings of Rissa, and Kirisha's own demands, it seemed that the two of them had become hermaphrodites. The mismatched roommates on the other side of the common area had radically different reactions as well.
Christa, the playful catgirl, was uncomfortably proud of hers, and had taken to walking around naked. Terri, on the other hand, was repulsed and disgusted, and as a result spent more time away from the dorm then was normal even for her. Their dorm supervisor, Miss Wainright was also rather thrilled. She had been saving up to have a cock added anyway.
Crystal rather liked Miss Wainright, the older woman loved to talk about what changes she planned on getting, as well as discussing other change related things. What they would turn people into if they were evil avatars for instance. Crystal really liked those sorts of conversations. Crystal had also made good use of Miss Wainright's four breasts, the dorm supervisor was very friendly with her girls, at least those that wanted to be friendly. Unlike Terri, who took every opportunity to hang out with the 'cool' crowd and tried to boost her reputation.
The shemale wasn't too fond of Terri, she was a huge suck up to Misti Davis, one of the prettiest girls in school. And also one of the meanest. Misti took the opportunity to torment Crystal at every opportunity. It was almost like an obsession, Misti spent more time bullying Crystal then just about anything else.
Thoughts of Misti were dismissed with a snort as Crystal climbed out of bed, wrapping a towel around her waist and picking up the basket that held her shower kit. She sighed as she looked over to the small half bathroom she shared with Elena. That girl spent so much time in the shower, people joked she was amphibious. She was also a part of the swim team. The amount of time she spent in the water had lead to the nickname 'Froggy.'
As usual, Crystal was going to have to get herself ready for the day by using someone else's bathroom. With a chuckle, the shemale took a plastic fork from her shower kit, one that had all but one of the outside tines removed, and used it to pop open the simple doorknob lock, sticking her head in.
"You okay in here, Froggy?" Crystal said pleasantly. "Just checking in to check that you haven't drowned, or turned into a big pink raisin or anything."
Elena's answer was a loudly moaned ."G-get out! I'm f-fine!" followed by a pleasured howl and several large gushes of semen running down the semipaque shower curtain.
"Alrighty! I'll leave you and your little 'friend' alone in there. I just hope your not using my bottle of shampoo to masturbate.
"Ooooooh, I'm cumming agaaaaaaain!" Elena moaned as Crystal shut the door. The shemale grinned, Elena had gotten her sex drive increased greatly when her dick had grown in on that class trip. Investigators were still looking around for the source, though it might be a major attraction, it definitely wasn't safe to have something that caused transformations around.
Crystal hummed happily to herself as she walked out into the common area, then around the corner to the room shared by Kirisha and Rissa. The door was wide open, as usual. The two were notorious exhibitionists. Kirisha was seated at her desk. She was the writer for several popular comic series, and had made enough money to have been altered by Mammon into the real life likeness of her Kirisha Raptoress comic book character.
Kneeling on the floor, hugging her mistress' leg was Rissa. A bit of a nympho and a playful submissive, a room pairing with the naturally dominant Kirisha had lead to an almost immediate bond between mistress and pet. They had roomed together at the Caplin School for Girls since their Freshman year. Now seniors, with preferential treatment to class arrangements, the two had no morning classes at all. Which thankfully allowed them to be able to skip the mass rush of getting ready to go to class about now, and allowing Crystal to use their bathroom.
Crystal knocked on the door frame, waving at the two. The raptoress turned her head and smiled, waving her neighbor in. Rissa didn't even look up, continuing to finger herself and lick her mistress' leg. Rissa had been beautiful before, but over spring break, she had bought a demon cum treatment, altering her form to show her devotion to Kirisha. While still human in form, the girl's skin had been replaced with highly reflective purple scales, her hair becoming a shimmering shade of lilac. A long forked tongue had come with the change, which she put to good use.
"C'mon in Crystal. " Kirisha said, seemingly ignoring Rissa's licking. "Shower's all yours. Don't worry about getting the floor wet, Rissa already is. The naughty thing."
Kirisha gave her pet a playful swat on the head. "Just look at that mess. You could almost float a boat in that puddle of cum and girlgoo." the scalie said with a wide, toothsome grin.
"Yeah, but it gives the special cleaning crew something to do." Crystal replied, making a big show of stepping over the foot wide, several foot long puddle leading out from between Rissa's leg, out into the middle of the room.
"Mmm... Crystal, tell Mistress that she would have better, deeper, more wonderfully sexual ideas if Rissa were allowed to sit under Mistress' desk with Mistress' wonderful new cock in her mouth." the purple girl purred, looking up at Crystal with lustful yellow eyes.
"Crystal, please tell my pet that although it is rather fun and exploring the novelties of being a hermaphrodite, that Mistress Kirisha can't be playing with her pet all the time if she is to be writing the next few comic books that will allow said pet to be gifted with a tail."
"Mmm, Mistress... a tail. That would be wonderful. Thank you Mistress, ooooh, Mistress..." Rissa moaned, adding more fluids to the growing puddle.
Kirisha looked down at the mess, then up to Crystal. "I can see why the school has a special cleaning crew. If they didn't have the maids in here twice a day to clean and mop things up, the whole place would smell permanently of sex in no time." the reptile chuckled.
"Rissa would love that, Mistress. Everybody living in this room taking a deep breath and smelling that Mistress and Rissa had so much fun in here." the submissive purred before resuming her licking. Crystal smiled at the two as she slipped into the bathroom, turning the water on and waiting for it to heat up. She almost felt sorry scrubbing the cum from her body. But then again the school frowned upon students smelling like sex in class.
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Almost two and a half hours later, Crystal yawned, bored by her first class. Her mind was filled with all sort of strange, monstrous, but highly arousing creature designs. She was rather looking forward to the next two hour block of class. Her art class was taught by the wonderful Miss Wainright, so they would have all period to talk about such things.
The shemale loved the frightening, gruesome, monstrous forms that were forced upon unfortunate people by malevolent demons, or freak accidents with demon cum, or by malicious peers with deep grudges. Crystal's mind wandered as the teacher droned on and on about some obscure date in history in some tiny little country that Crystal had never heard of that had once been ruled by an ambitious avatar of Karma. They skipped over the really fun parts of the lesson, the Warbeast breeding programs. Crystal always wanted to hear more about that. But of course there wasn't going to be anything fun and sexual like that to be had in a school lesson.
It wasn't soon enough before the bell rang. Crystal stuffed her books into her backpack, holding it down over what would be an all too obvious erection as she made her way through the crowd of other students going in and coming out. Right as she made her way out the door, a sudden pain shot through her body, centered around her sensitive groin. A look to her left saw the sadistically smiling face of Misti Davis, and the wide, knowing grin of Crystal's dorm-mate Terri behind her.
"Excuse me." Misti said in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice, pushing through into the classroom, Terri trailing behind like a loyal dog, carrying Misti's books. Crystal leaned up against the wall, trying to force the burning pain from her body. She began thinking hateful thoughts about Terri, the bitch had gone and told Misti about what had happened on the class trip, giving the bully yet another way to torture Crystal.
The shemale hoped that some day Terri would get the punishment she deserved for making other people miserable just so she could seem 'cool.' And that went double for Misti. With a sigh, Crystal began to walk gingerly towards her next class, plotting what sort of gross, disgusting things she'd turn the two bullies into if she had the ability.
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"Did you see the look on her face?" Misti said to Terri with a chuckle, sitting down at their usual spots in the back of the classroom.
Terri smiled, "Yeah! That was great! She's in love with the damned thing. Every time I see her she's always got a hard on. She's either masturbating or thinking about masturbating. It's disgusting. It's hideous. I'm just glad mine is as small as it is. Did you see her trying to hide that monster cock behind her backpack? She doesn't realize that she's not hiding it in the least." the sycophant said, sticking her tongue out.
"She might as well tie an orange flag on the thing." Misti said with an expression of disgust. Terri giggled at the remark.
"Hmph," Misti continued, "As soon as my parents send me the money, I'm going to get mine magically removed. Something looking like it does has no place on my perfect, beautiful human body!"
"What's it look like?" Terri asked, rather curious.
Misti scowls at her friend. "Urgh! It's not something I want to talk about!" she said as the five minute bell rang.
"But if you must know it's disgustingly big. I had to go out and buy a pair of those tight shorts that keep it pressed down between your legs." the bully said, absentmindedly licking her lips.
Her eyes widen as she realized what she just said. "Dammit! I don't wanna talk about it, like how it's the size of my arm from the elbow down, animalistic, with a sheath, kinda green in color. Or how the head is shaped like a spade, it looks just like this." Misti continues, making a spade shape with her index fingers and thumbs.
"And it's about the same size as that, maybe a little bit bigger." the bully says in a pleasant tone of voice, not at all matching the wide eyed, horrified expression on her face.
"Misti, are you okay?" Terri asked, worried.
"No! I don't want to talk about my cock, how it's throbbing now, dripping with pre cum, how I want to sink it into a nice, wet cunt." Misti hisses in a strange tone of voice. "Oh Terri, help me! It... it hurts!" the bully wailed, both hand suddenly clawing at her groin.
"Miss Davis, what's all the noise back there?" asked the teacher, rather annoyed, just as the class bell rang.
"Fuck... need to fuck... need to cum... fill you up, Terri." Misti growled, barely audible.
Terri stood up, backing away. "Th-there's something wrong with Misti. She... she's..."
With a loud growl, Misti ripped her skirt and sorts away with suddenly clawed hands, her cock just as she had said, huge, thick, and bestial, tipped with a massive spade shaped head. Muscles pulsated in her legs, her body growing, the flesh swelling, becoming a brown-gray in color. Swelling breasts and a rapidly expanding, round belly ripped the front of Misti's shirt open. The transforming girl pressed up against Terri, only to be shoved away by the frightened girl.
"Everybody out!" the teacher shouted, "Get the nurse!"
Misti pounced on another student, sending the two of them sprawling into the aisle near the entrance, blocking the way. "No one goes anywhere!" Misti growled, "Not until I've fucked each and every last one of you!"
With a number of sickening pops, the bully's legs altered, becoming digigrade, but strange looking, backwards. Thick claws ripped through her shoes and socks. She massaged her powerful legs, seemingly out of proportion with the rest of her body. The brown coloration became accompanied by scales on her hips and shins, and began spreading. Her cock, already large, begin to grow larger.
Rather then muscular, her body began to take on a more bloated appearance, like she was a balloon being inflated. She thrust against the girl in her grasp, her massive cock dripping precum all over the terrified, helpless girl. Misti began to rub at her navel, a thick nub growing from it, lengthening into a second cock, more human looking.
She stroked the new length with a now webbed hand, her fingers lengthening, her arms changing in shape as well. The scales covered her lower body entirely, stopping at the waist. Her cock continued to grow, now an obscene three feet in length. The brown scaled sheath seemed to be growing as well, sliding further and further up her member, the pale green-pink coloration of her cockflesh becoming less and less.
It softened and became more mobile, swaying from side to side. Several girls screamed as they were spattered by streams of precum, frantically wiping it off themselves for fear they would begin to change as well. Misti's tongue lolled from her mouth, repulsively long, about two feet in length. It curled around the cock growing from her belly as it changed into a tapering, conical shape, like a tentacle, like those that suddenly erupted from all around her neck. The suckered appendages flailing about in the air, caressing her transforming body.
While her legs and her massively pregnant looking belly ceased swelling, her arms continued to change, their arrangement altering into a leg-like configuration with several revolting cracks. From navel to waste a fissure appeared in her belly, widening, lengthening, forming a pair of fleshy lips around a dripping, hungry slit.
The skin coloration around her breasts was changing, lightening, turning white in place. The two orbs becoming smoother, her nipples receding into the skin. A small line appeared in the flesh, then a hideous pair of reptilian eyes opened. "Oh... oh... it... it fells like I'm being torn APAAAAAAAAART!" Misti screamed in agony.
It appeared that she was experiencing just that. Her head fell away from her body, rolling onto the floor, tentacles lashing frantically about. Her torso pulled away from her legs, snarling out of a mouth that had formed where her neck had once been. It hopped towards the knot of frightened schoolgirls on hideous frog-like legs, knocking one of them down, it tore at her panties with sharp teeth.
Misti's legs were much the same. Feet covered in tattered scraps of socks and shoes rotated 180 degrees, the former pelvic region pivoting to reveal a fearsome saber-toothed maw with a lashing tongue. It was like some kind of two legged lizard, its thick tail ending in a spade headed cock. Misti's buttocks had vanished, her anus and vagina altering, switching places to be properly aligned in regards to her former cock, now a tail.
The lizard half's tail slide up under the shirt of the girl Misti had originally pounced, it bent down, its drooling maw pressing up against the girl's face in an grotesque kiss. Slow, torturous minutes passed, teacher and students watching in horror as the beasts raped the two girls. From their savage grunts and moans, it was obvious the two creatures were close to climax. With a pair of feral roars, they came, the frog-like upper body pumping seed into the poor girl's sex, while the other shot huge jets of cum of its victim's face, breasts, and a goodly portion of the floor.
The cum seemed to float into the air, creating a strange white fog. The terrified girls made a run for it, darting right by the lizardish lower body as it continued to cum, covering the girl with more goo, and making the air even foggier.
As she fled, Terri felt something wet and sticky wrapped around her leg. She cried out in terror as she say Misti's tentacled head clinging to her. She stumbled, falling to the ground out in the hallway, the horrible octopus like thing crawling up her body. As she watched she saw her former friend's face beginning to bloat, her ears erupting into paddled squid like tentacles.
"Help me, Terri." Misti whimpered, clinging feebly to the other girl's body with her new tentacles. "Get me out of here, get me away from those... those things! Please! Th... they're not me, they're monsters, they might eat me! Please!"
Nodding, Terri wrapped an arm around Misti, getting to her feet, dashing off towards the girl's dorm nearby. Terri could lock her room and be sure to keep the things out. If Misti had changed, there could be other girls doing the same thing.
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Elsewhere, a little ways into her art class, Crystal was quite enjoying herself. She was seated at one of the large drawing tables, Miss Wainright sitting next to her, talking about a design for a strange transformation where the victim's body would reverse itself, head and genitals switching places, the back becoming the front, the front becoming the back, the arms becoming legs, and the legs becoming forelimbs. Thankfully the table hid their erections, as well as the teasing gropes they occasionally gave one another.
While it wasn't exactly encouraged, sexual teacher-student relationships weren't unknown, especially when the student had a powerful sex drive, and the teacher thought they were cute. Both Crystal and Miss Wainright, Kelly when she wasn't acting in capacity as a teacher, rather enjoyed their relationship. Though it lead to Crystal's occasional taunting as a Teacher's Slut.
Across the room, engaged in sketching a piece of fruit that had bite shaped pieces mysterious keep vanishing from it, was Crystal's dorm-mate Christa. The white furred catgirl's tail twitched back and forth behind her desk, and beneath that of the student behind her. The catgirl hummed happily, her feline ears twitching occasionally. Her ears and tail were natural, her mother had been transformed into an anthro feline. Her green feline eyes were the only other trace of cat on her body.
The student behind Christa giggled, the soft, fluffy cat tail tickling her legs, then slipping up further, tickling at her thighs, then... "Miss Wainright!" the student calls. "Christa keeps putting her tail under my skirt!" she says, with two handfuls of tail, trying to push it away. Christa, who had begun to purr, looks up, completely unaware of what she had been doing.
"Sorry!" she said, scooting her desk forward a bit. "It has a mind of it's own sometimes."
The catgirl blushed heavily as she turned back to her sketch, which was now a little bit off, as she had once more taken a bite out of the pear she was attempting to draw. Just a few moments later, her tail was back at it, under the girl's skirt and rubbing against her sex. "Oooh... c'mon, stop it Christa, as good as it feels, I don't want to cum in class. Everyone can see."
"Huh?" the catgirl says looking back. With wide eye she tugs her tail forward. "I'm so sorry my mind must be else... waaaargh!" she says with a grimace, doubling over.
"You okay, kitten?" the student behind her asks.
"Meurgh." Christa says disgustedly. "Stomach cramps."
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y down?" she asked, wincing as another painful feeling shot through her belly.
Miss Wainright looks over the feline, though absentminded and a bit lazy, Christa wasn't one to skip classes. "Go ahead, I'll get your homework from your other classes and bring it home for you." the art teacher says, giving Christa a four breasted hug, and a kiss on the cheek, drawing a purr from the feline.
"You go and get some rest. We can do your make up work after dinner, when you won't be taking bites out of the object your sketching. Well, you might, but if you do, I'm ghoing to be strangling your with your own tail." Miss Wainright said with a grin, giving the feline a playful swat on the rump.
The affection between the two drew a few stares, mostly jealous ones. There were a large number of girls that had new additions from something on that field trip, and most of them would have loved to put it to use on their cute, four breasted art teacher.
"Could I help her 'study' too?" Crystal asked with a grin.
Miss Wainright chuckled. "Only if you can get your project done. Now, what happens to her victim's personality when the worm starts manifesting the change?"
"Well, with this one it'd be kind of a benevolent, feral fusion with the host. While retaining her original memories and personality, she feels a sort of mental dulling, making her feel friendly and loyal, kind of like a dog." Crystal explained. "All in all..."
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Christa walks down the hall, not bothering keeping up the appearance of stomach cramps. "Dammit," she whispered, "You almost gave us away back there. You can't be doing things like that." she seems to be saying to no one in particular.
<I>"Want play. Be petted. Fuck. Play with cock?"</i> said a voice that only Christa heard, entirely inside her own mind.
"I know you do, believe me, I'd love to be able to do that all the time. But we can't." the catgirl explained to the disembodied voice.
<I>"Why? Feels good."</i> came the reply.
"Yes, it feels very good. But we need to learn things so that we can go out and earn money by ourselves. Have our own place to live, making it look the way we want, and not have Terri's nose burning perfume around all the time." the catgirl whispered.
<I>"Yuck. Terri burns nose. Smells bad. Not like us. We smell nice."</i> the mental voice said, purring happily.
Christa's tail came up and curled around her body, caressing a breast. The catgirl gasped softly as she headed up the stairwell, reaching down and stroking the furred length. The touch of her fingers across her fur sent thrills of pleasure down her spine. Almost from the moment she had started to grow a cock, something funny had been happening with her tail as well. Not only had it literally begun to develop a mind of its own, but it had begun to change. It was definitely almost six inches longer, and though no one had notice because of her fluffy fur, it was also at least a half inch thicker.
<I>"Changes, yes. We change. Change more soon. Mother requests it. We want to change? Make so kiss each other, two cocks, two cunts, play with each other. Both of us."</I> the mental voices purred.
"Oh yeah, I'd love that." Christa said, "Is that what you've been doing, those pains?"
<I>"Yes. Sorry. Learning how to make change as Mother instructs. We know now, no more pain. Pleasure."</I> the voice purrs.
"Mmm... good... pleasure. We like pleasure." Christa purred, slipping into the dorm. She walks right into her door, the usually open door, not at all responsive. She tries the knob. Locked.
The rattling of the knob drew a startled "Eek!" from the room.
"Terri! C'mon, open up!" Christa calls, rather annoyed.
"G-g-go away!" Terri stutters, "There's weird creatures out there, and I'm not gonna let them in to hurt Misti and me!"
Christa snorts, weird creatures indeed. She went over to Miss Wainright's room just around the corner. It had a nice big bed, and she was sure that the dorm mistress would be thrilled to see a naked, sexy, cum covered feline plaything in her bed, all dripping and eager to be played with.
The catgirl was bereft of clothes in almost record timing, flopping down on the big, soft bed, curling up in the thick quilt top. Her cock had become achingly hard in the stairwell, it felt so good to have it rub against the soft material of the bed. She wrapped both hands around her member, stroking it slowly, wanting to make the pleasure last, and wanting to give her body a good coating of precum.
<I>"Mmm. Yes. Yes. Rub cock. Feels good. Make bigger."</I> said the disembodied voice.
Christa squealed delightedly as she felt her cock growing beneath her hands, growing thicker, longer, her balls swelling in size as well to keep up. "Oh yeah..." she moaned, "Bigger. Make it bigger. Big until it hits my tits, I want to suck on our cock."
The organ soon erupted to the requested size, accompanied by an explosion of sticky precum. The pale pink length quickly found its way into the catgirl's mouth, where she began to suck on it happily. She squeezed her breasts against the slick length, tit fucking herself, massaging her sensitive nipples at the same time.
A pleasurable pulse flowed down Christa's spine, and with it came a surge of growth in her tail, growing thicker and longer. Again. And again. And again. Withing a few moments it wasn't a feline tail, but a fleshy length with short fur, long and blunt tipped. It curled around, pressing against her femsex, a long wet tongue slipping inside.
She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure flow through her body. As promised, each pulse of transformation felt so good. She felt her tail growing, stretching, as was the rest of her body. But it was also becoming more flexible, so she easily kept her grip on her cock. Even better, she was able to slowly take more and more of it into her mouth, inch by wonderful inch.
Her breasts began to throb as well, growing, shifting, splitting. She moaned loudly as her breasts divided, two massive ones becoming four that were slightly larger then her original size. She didn't want those, but it felt so good having them, what with their new, long, teat-like nipples that rubbed against the bed deliciously. Four became eight, eight became sixteen, and Christa quickly lost count in the sea of pleasure.
Her body had become a single pulsing, throbbing organ of pleasure. Even her skin felt good, short, soft white fur spreading over it. Her cock wriggled in her mouth, like a snake. The pleasure from her transforming cock was too much, she came, and came hard. She couldn't keep it in her mouth, cum dribbled down her chin and neck, thick gushes landing on her face and belly.
The licking at her pussy ceased, a soft tongue sliding over her face, kissing her, then pulling away. Christa opened her eyes to look at the face of her body-mate, the wonderful friend that had shared her body and given her so much pleasure these last few weeks. Most girls would have screamed at the sight. a multiple eyed, mandibled worm-like face in front of her own. A face that was connected to her, as it was at the end of her tail.
But Christa just smiled, reaching up with a hand to caress her lover, only to find that all her fingers had grown together, her entire arm beginning to shrink. "We don't need those anymore." the worm said, having it's own mouth to speak from. Christa looked over herself, her more flexible neck allowing her to look over her body.
Soon her arms were no more. She watched also as her legs merged into her body. They looked like a caterpillar. All soft, fleshy, and fuzzy. With a few experimental wiggles, she found that their breasts worked much like a caterpillars feet. Any time they went somewhere from now on, it would feel so good.
No, she still had arms, but they were tiny, and hard, and still changing. Christa couldn't see her head merge into her neck, and her neck with her shoulders. But she soon realized what was happening as the two bony growths that were once her arms found their places at the sides of her mouth. Mandibles, giving her a face similar to that over her other side.
Her hair receded into a stiff mohawk-like shape, her feline ears becoming feathery antennae, the changes mirrored in the head belonging to her other half. Both heads moved forward, mandibles meeting, long tongues curling around one another. Both moaned as the tail end began to mirror the front. The muscles for the breast-feet altering, reversing, so they could move in either direction just as easily. The formation of a second cock and cunt brought them near to climax. Their long, flexible cocks entwined, the slick lengths slipping into the female sex at the base of the opposite.
Teats curled around their opposites as the two halves pressed together, feeling the absolute peak of sexual pleasure, a body designed with self-stimulation in mind. Not needing another creature in order to have every aspect of their shared body pleasured to peak potential. The sexual caterpillar purred happily, just about the only remaining sign of Christa's formally feline form.
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"Oh, I was so scared!" Terri said, hugging Misti tightly, softly stroking the octopus-like girl's hair. "I thought it was those monsters come to get us!"
Misti snuffled softly, her suckered tentacles curled around Terri's body, holding her in place. "Me too. Oh Terri, I don't ever want to do anything like that again! It was like my mind wasn't mine, and now my body isn't! I... I can feel the other two, kind of. When I was right there, it felt like they were still a part of me, it felt so good. But it was so horrible. I can't control them at all. They're their own creatures."
She sighs, holding up a tentacle and looking it over. "What am I gonna do now, Terri? I'm not pretty anymore. I don't even have breasts of a butt for people to look at. I was so pretty, now I'm a freak."
"I think you're cute, Misti." the bigger girl says softly. "So tiny and small and cuddly. We've never just sat and snuggled before. I like it. I'm just sorry you had to be like this before I could feel it."
"I... yeah. I think this feels nice too. I am pretty much made for it now, all these tentacles, and no genitals. At least none that I can find, you looked, right? There's nothing on the bottom of me, right?"
Terri shook her head. "Sorry, no. It doesn't look like you have anything."
"Then dammit, why do I feel so horny all of a sudden? I don't have anything that ought to make me feel... mmm... horny." Misti murred, licking her lips.
Smiling, Terri gently lifted her friend up so they were face to face. The bodiless girl opened her mouth, allowing Terri's tongue in, her own slipping into the larger girl's mouth. A pleasured moan escaped her, though without a neck how she spoke at all was a mystery. After a few moments, Terri gently pulled away.
"Oooh... that felt so good!" Misti said, eyes half closed. "My mouth works feels just like a pussy when you put something in it."
"Mmm, do you want something put in it?" Terri asked, smiling.
"T-terri, can I please suck you dick?" Misti asked, tentacles already making their way under Terri's skirt, tugging at her panties.
"If you insist." she said, pulling off her skirt and panties and laying back, letting the octopus-girl crawl over her, suckered tentacles feeling wonderful on her bare legs. She took her top off as well, completely naked for her transformed lover, soft tentacles curling around her breasts, strange feeling suckers running over her nipples.
Misti curled her tongue around Terri's modest cock, only about five or six inches or so. The octo-girl had enough tongue to wrap around it's entire length, pulling herself towards it, taking the shaft into her mouth. Her tentaclelike tongue slithered out, slipping into Terri's femsex, drawing a surprised gasp from the girl.
"Ooooh, I wasn't expecting that, but boy does it ever feel good. Mmm... this is a whole new meaning to the term 'giving head' you realize." the herm girl jokes, drawing a playful tentacled swat.
"Freya's tits, Misti, you're good at this. Oooh! Slow down! Oooh! Mmmm! I'm gonna cum already! Stop! I'm gonna CUUUUUUUUM!" Terri howls after only maybe a minute of the octo-girl's ministrations. For having such a small cock, Terri seems to cum a lot to make up for it. In fact there's so much that Misti can't take it all, using her tentacles to pull herself forward, using her tongue to push the cock away, so as not to get messy.
To both girls' astonishment, Terri isn't coming in jets, but more like one continuous stream. Terri moans, continually bucking her hips in the feeling of the strange sustained orgasm. "Oooh, I feel funny." she moans.
Misti gasps as Terri's head suddenly recedes into her head. "Oh no, not you too, Terri! You're ch-changing!"
Terri tries to feel her head, to see what the changes are, but she's too weak to lift her arms, her mass seems to be flowing out of her as cum. "No!" she whimpers. "Make it stop!"
But it doesn't stop, her skin begins to darken, taking on a reddish black hue, her ears shift and change, becoming large bat-like wings. Her eyes take on a solid green coloration, as all the while her body continues to dwindle away, now nothing but skin and bones, and shortly after that, no bones either. Her skin begins to shrink, bringing her cock closer and closer to her neck, finally affixing it underneath.
With a series of pops and cracks, the back of Terri's head alters into a four eyed, reptilian face with a forked tongue and sharp fangs. The new mouth opens and hisses at Misti. "Fuck. Stroke cock. Suck!" it demands, headwings flapping, pouncing on the now similarly sized Misti.
"I.. I can't control myself, Misti!" Terri wails from the other face. "Please, I'm sorry, this isn't me!"
"I know." Misti whispers, stroking the cock shared by Terri and the monster on the other side of her face. The octo-girl moves around, face to face with Terri's original face. "I don't mind, we're kinda made for each other now, even if you do have a grumpy, horny lizard on your back.
The lizard half seems content to let Terri control their wings, as long as their shared cock is being pleasured. The bat-wing headed girl wrapped her wings around her tentacled friend, while Misti tenderly curls several tentacles around Terri, the best hug the two can manage.
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Crystal skipped happily down the dorm room hall. School was canceled for the day, and everyone was to stay in their rooms for the rest of the evening. Apparently some kind of monsters appeared on campus, and they had yet to be rounded up, and they were very dangerous. Probably not as dangerous as the chicken pot pie they served in the lunchroom, but still probably pretty fearsome.
The shemale pushed open the door to her dorm complex, looking around and finding no one in the common area. Ah well, no matter. She walked over to Terri and Christa's room nearby, trying the knob. The sound of soft moaning came from inside, Terri and what sounded like two other people, one of them male. "Just so you guys know, school's been canceled for the day. Have fun in there!" she shouted, not waiting to hear the reply.
She poked her head into Miss Wainright's room, there was a large lump under the covers, curled up in the middle, wriggling a bit. Knowing that Christa kept trying to perform self fellatio, it was no surprise to her. Nor was the catgirl using Miss Wainright's bed. It's where she went whenever Terri locked her out of their room, like had just happened. Knowing Christa had been given the afternoon off anywhere. Crystal saw no need to disturb her. From the wet, sloppy noises, it sounded like she had finally achieved her goal of being able to fuck herself. Her mouth at least.
A quick check in her own room confirmed that Froggy was, as usual, in the shower after her second period gym class. She always showered right before lunch. And right after lunch, and then again after 4th period, then right after dinner, then right before bed. It was rather silly. But she'd be out in a few minutes.
Finally she poked her head into Kirisha and Rissa's room, in a bit of a role reversal Kirisha was tied to the bed, with Rissa being the dominant one, for a little while anyway. The purple scaled girl had her lips wrapped around her mistress' cock and seemed to be rather enjoying herself.
"Heya Crystal, I'd wave you in, but I can't move my hands. Or feet. Or tail. I got a bit sick of my pet's whining and decided that the best way to shut her up would be to cram a cock in her mouth. You're welcome to join in if you want. Rissa seems to have developed a rather unpleasant leak, and we need a nice, big cock to lessen the flow."
The shemale chuckled, "No can do, I'm heading over to the cafeteria to pick up some food. School's canceled for the afternoon, and we're all supposed to stay in our dorms. Miss Wainright is seeing what all this is about, so I'm going to get lunch and dinner for everybody. We're supposed to stay in the dorms for a headcount, and remain in here until they find the monsters that caused all this panic and get 'em taken care of. Not that it's going to be a problem for the two of you. Any idea who Terri has in her room? It sounds like she has a boy in there, but I can't imagine her every getting any dick that isn't rubber and/or belonging to Misti Davis."
Kirisha laughed, "Nope, no idea. I didn't see anybody come in."
"Because Mistress was too busy cumming in her pet." Rissa said, ceasing her sucking for a moment.
"Hey now, I won't be cumming in you any more today if you don't keep concentrating on the task at hand, you got me?"
A muffled "Mmmhmmm." is Rissa's reply.
"Anything special you guys want me to pick you up in the lunchroom?"
"A hamburger for me, rare please, and another for my pet. Though how she could be hungry after having a belly full of my seed, I can't possibly imagine. Can you shut the door on your way out? I don't know if it's Terri and her friends, or Christa, or somebody else, but there's an awful lot of loud moaning out there, and it's kind of distracting from all the loud moaning in here. Quite a turn of events, huh? Me being disturbed by the sounds of people having sex."
Crystal laughed and did as she was asked, closing the door behind her before heading off to the cafeteria. Rissa and Kirisha were such a perfect match for one another. Crystal only hoped she could find someone like that in her life. Preferably soon.
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"Mmm, so how do you like being the pet for once, Kirisha?" Rissa purred the moment Crystal was gone.
"Don't be so sure of that 'Mistress,' you're still acting awfully subby for someone who's supposed to be dominating." the raptor said with a chuckle.
"By the way, what are these bonds made out of? They feel rather nice, no chaffing at all."
"Spider silk." Rissa said with a grin, her tongue tracing down Kirisha's cock, circling the lips of her slit.
"How do you get spider silk so thick?" the puzzled scalie asked, "Magic?"
"Nope, really big spider."
"And where did you find a really big spider?"
"She's licking your cock, Mistress Kirisha." Rissa said with a grin, licking her lips. "I'm changing, I'm transforming, I'm becoming something wonderful, and I love it. Mmm... there's this presence inside of me, whispering inside of my head. It craves pleasure, and it enjoys the pleasure I give it as your pet. But it wants more, it wants to feel the pleasure of control. Of domination. It wants to change me now, Mistress, and I want it to. I want to change for you, become a wonderful, sexual creature for you. All it wants in return is for you to be our pet. Not all the time, but sometimes, just for fun."
Kirisha's eye widened, and the raptoress gulped. "Y-you too? I... I've been feeling the same thing. It tells me that it wants to try being your pet, to let you control things, to let me fufill your every given command. Mmm... and I want to. I came so hard when I changed the first time, I came just as hard when I grew a cock. But I'm going to cum harder then I ever imagined while I'm yours, and we change together."
The two began to gasp as the changes began. Rissa's cock began to change, growing longer, thinner, becoming a single thin tentacle. She curled it around Kirisha's own cock, moaning softly as her sex continued to change. The lips of her cunt growing outward, extending, up past her tentacle-cock.
Rissa mmmed softly, rising up to give her 'pet' a view of the changes. The tentacle, maybe an inch at the base, tapering down to a point after two feet of length, curled gently around Kirisha's right breast. Rissa moaned as a second tentacle emerged from her cunny, then a third. All the while her femsex continued to grow absolutely massive, coming to a stop just below her naval.
She giggled, reaching down with one hand to stroke the massive, swollen lips. "Mmm... fuck. I wish I had a cock big enough to fill me UUUUUUH!" Rissa howled as her three cock-tentacles were joined by yet another, and another, and another, and yet another. Seven thin tendrils writhed, pulling away from Kirisha's breasts, instead curling around her tail.
Rissa grinned, "Mmm... it may not be a cock, but it's big enough to fill me up, and mmmm... you know how I love rubbing myself against your scales, pet." she purred.
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A Beginners Guide to Spanking her... (Second in the series for BDSM Beginners)
*{Editorial note: I do not mean to insult A/anyone, but for simplicity for the beginner I did not follow the proper capitalization rules.}*
In the first part of this series I talked about the founding principle of BDSM: Safe, Sane, and Consensual. I don't think enough can be said about the importance of each of these three areas. For those of you who did not read the first part, I will cover it here one more time because of how important it is to both the beginner and the experienced BDSM practitioner.
Safety is the first leg of the BDSM three legged stool, if you'll permit the analogy. Safety first, second, third and always is the only way to truly enjoy BDSM to the fullest. That sounds strange doesn't it? Isn't BDSM about taking absolute control? Isn't BDSM about Bondage and Dominance? Isn't the S in BDSM stand for sadism, which means to take pleasure in inflicting pain? Isn't the M about masochism, or the enjoyment of receiving pain? Well, the answer to all those questions is; yeah, but! The BDSM lifestyle that we practice at home is a loving relationship that has the basis on the clearest of understandings. I dominate her, because she needs to submit to feel complete, and I need to have loving control so that I too can be fulfilled. One without the other is impossible, or better said it is not BDSM and can border on abuse and brutality at its worse.
To the outside world (those who have only read the words, but not experienced the lifestyle( BDSM is the dark pictures they see on the magazines and the brutal pornographic images that sometimes are included in the movies. Just like a man can't leap over tall buildings, BDSMers do not brutally accost each other for the sake of the Sadism and Masochism traits they share. BDSM is about the open conversation about the fantasies, desires and needs as well as the enjoyment of dominating or being dominated and for both to heighten their erotic pleasure by the unique sensations they share with each other.
The second leg of the three legged stool of BDSM is "sane". All play, no matter how extreme it seems to the viewer is done with an understanding that no (harm( will be done. The difference between pain and harm is very significant. Think of it this way, you may enjoy having your ass spanked (the thrill of the sharp sensation and the intimacy that accompanies it( but you would not enjoy being punched in the nose. Why? Simple, the blow to the cushioned fatty tissues on your buttock which is made for such abuse will cause no harm (no permanent damage(. However, when you are punched on the nose (even if you use the same force as on the buttock( you hit less than a millimeter of flesh and then you are applying direct force on soft cartilage and then directly on the bone. That same force is very likely to break something and cause injury. Harm is not BDSM, that's brutality and in no way accepted or condoned in the BDSM world.
Sane also includes the fact that the dominant in the relationship is the one that while in control, also must assume many responsibilities for the safety of his submissive. This is not a one way street; it is in fact a very well balanced relationship between submissive and dominant. The dominant has to make sure that neither is under the influence of alcohol or mind, perhaps it would be better to call it perception, altering drugs. The dominant has to be able to focus all his attention on the submissive and have a clear understanding of how close she is to her limits. His reaction time must be at its sharpest to ensure that if the situation gets out of control he can slow it down or stop it in a heartbeat. That can be the difference between pain and harm.
The third leg of the BDSM stool is consensual behavior. Neither party gives *cart blanche* to the other. The importance of communication, communication and yes more communication cannot be emphasized enough in here. Long conversations need to take place between the dominant and the submissive to ensure that the scene is clearly laid out and that both know what the limits are and where they can and where they cannot be pushed. Dominants ask questions and make sure that you know exactly what's on the mind of the submissive. It is essential that you put her at ease and that she is made to understand that in this type of conversation she is not topping from the bottom: a topic all on its own.
Once you've resolved all the questions in your mind, as the dominant, you must take control of the situation. She craves to feel your loving control over her and will only put up a fight to the extent that it heightens her enjoyment of being taken over; more appropriately taken in hand. But, at the same time, you must keep in mind that you are doing this for your own enjoyment of taking her and letting her feel your hand landing upon her flesh just as the rest of you will at the end of the scene when you take her.
The same thing applies here that applied in your first experience dominating her: *take your time*! There is no reason to rush through a scene. The moment can be prolonged and minutes made to feel much longer because your adrenaline and hers are fully taking over your brain and the rest of the chemistry in your body. Give her a set of instructions that make sense to you. In this article I'm going to give you some ideas, but in the end remember it is your scene, and NOT mine.
Order her to go to her room and put on appropriate clothing. My own preference is a loose short skirt, no panties, no bra and a tight low cut top. I want her to feel the embrace of the clothing and I want the clothing not to interfere with my machinations as I spank her. Order her also to come back to you and to kneel before you. The kneeling position I enjoy the most is called NADU and it comes from the Gorean worlds. She is to kneel, legs spread apart and her ass resting on her heels. Make sure she's comfortable enough by providing her a soft spot for her knees. Her hair is to be put up so that it is out of your way. Her upturned palms are to lay on her thighs offering herself openly to you.
Once she's kneeling before you, make a big production out of observing her. Ensure that she understands that you are gazing upon her body and that it belongs to you. Make minor adjustments to her position so that it pleases you most. Arrange her hair the best way for your ability to touch all her skin. At this point you want her to feel your domination and total control over the mood, because it is that same mood you are setting for the scene. The mind is what you wish to control; the body is the easy part.
Enjoy the feel of her breast upon your hands; do not allow her to look up at you unless you explicitly give her instructions to do so. Again, you are working on the mood and you are helping her achieve the mind set of the submissive. Enjoy a long caress down her back, ending on what will be the target of your blows. Touch her as if your fingertips were as light a feather and do not allow her to squirm because you are tickling her. Don't yell at her, just simply and firmly say: Stop! Do not allow her to protest that she's being tickled and cannot help it. A submissive, just as much as a Dominant, has to be in control of herself first and foremost. She has to have searched her own mind and spirit and decided that she wishes to submit to you, and upon arriving at that depth of self understanding, and then she is ready to experience the fullness of submission. If she's failed to do this, take her through this journey of self awareness. There are no shortcuts in life, and neither are there any in BDSM.
The dominant person takes on many responsibilities as I stated earlier. The development of her self awareness is one of the requisites for the job. Come on, it's no different than the soul searching you did when you realized that you had the potential of becoming a Top or a Dominant or even a Master. You spent hours thinking about it, what it meant to you and what would be expected of you, she has to reach the same point or you two are not in balance with each other.
Take your hands and roam her body one more time: always taking the opportunity to correct her posture to please you most. Follow the center of her body down to her thighs and caress them. Tease her, endlessly! She is your willing toy at this point and actually expects you to use her. Caress the inside of her thighs, slapping them softly and telling her: Open! Be firm, but be nurturing at the same time. She's learning what pleases you, and learning what she enjoys at the same time. Part her lips gently, enjoy the unencumbered view and allow your fingers to penetrate her. See if she's wet enough to go to the next step. Your preparations are to bring her arousal to a nice wetness that signifies that her entire body is ready for you. Stay in this stage, or similar one, until you have her completely melting to your touch.
Before you move to the next step, keep in mind that there are parts of her body that are made to take punishment, but there are many parts that are not. Examples of two areas you should stay away from are her spine (I know, you had figured that out on your own) and her lower back. Her lower back, and on the side of her spine is where her kidneys are. The kidneys are very sensitive and are also attached to the muscular tissue directly connected to her flesh. A blow to the lower side of her back and you are dangerously close to causing damage to the kidney and to the injuring her. Not a good idea. One more area, that I'm sure you figured out as you walked behind her, was her neck and her head. Don't strike a blow to either, they will cause harm. The last word of caution is her coccyx bone, or better known as her tail bone. A direct blow to it can cause the tip to break off and that is severe injury and pain.
Now that you have surveyed your property and are certain she is fully aroused, place her in a position that will allow you to spank her comfortably. Remember, this is not a ten second spanking, this is a good workout and will last a fairly long time. Once you've put her in the position you want her in, and then warm her up a bit. Take her butt cheeks in your hand, cup them and squeeze them. The purpose is to get her mind ready, and to get the blood flowing nicely to her ass cheeks. Lightly tap them. Take your coat off, get comfortable, you'll be here a while. Get the lay of the land, so-to-speak. Feel her ass cheeks; make sure her legs are still parted because you want clear access to her lips. You will want to check her moisture level from time to time, and to allow her to vent some of the eroticism she's feeling by playing with her clit, and plunging a couple of fingers deep in her; allowing her the pleasure of your penetration. Continue for a while squeezing and lightly tapping her ass just to get a good feel.
Did you remember to set up a safe word? I hope so, if you read the last article. But in case you've not here is a good time to discuss safe words. Pick a nice safe word, one that would not be a commonly used word in this situation. Stop, is a bad safe word. Ouch, as I remind my wife, is NOT a safe word. I do that to give her a second to decide if Ouch was truly Ouch, please stop, or simply enjoyment of a well delivered blow to her lovely ass. "Blue" could be a good safe word, if you both will listen for it, and both remember the meaning of it.
In addition to a safe word, you also need to find a word or a motion that will let you know that she enjoyed a particular blow very much. A word that lets you know that you can spank her harder, or a word that means you hit a perfect spot, please remember it so that she may enjoy that feeling again. Are you getting the idea that this is a lot of responsibility for you as the dominant? Good, you are getting it right and you'll do well. You must work this entire scene and words (safe and forward) out ahead of time.
Begin by delivering a few nice soft but firm blows. Look for the areas on her ass and thighs she enjoys the most, and give you the most pleasure. Remember the good spots, and make a mental note to come back to them. Test her later on with harder blows, or more rapid blows so that you get a general picture of both of your likes and dislikes.
The force and frequency of your blows need to climb steadily. You should start soft and slow, and then a bit harder and than later a bit faster. Interchange slaps across her ass, with squeezing and caressing. Give her body time to fully enjoy the sharp sensation of the blow, and then the tenderness of your love for her. You are using her ass and thighs to work her out physically, mentally and emotionally. Don't be afraid to make her cry; she may need your spanking to release those emotions. Don't be afraid to hold her down in place as you deliver the spanking as long as she does not use her safe word; but at first you should remind her that squirming or ouch not even crying is a safe word. Make her feel reassured that you are watching for her safe word, but that you are going to take her to the edge and let her peek over and test the other side, until she uses her safe word.
As you land blows keep in mind that too many blows in one place tend to get painful and no fun for either of you; unless you are doing it on purpose. You'll learn that it is not always painful if she is already worked up enough. In that case it is a lot of fun and you should not hesitate to do it. Otherwise, switch cheeks; slap the lower part of her ass right by her thighs with a little upper movement on the hand to cup the ass cheek. Let your fingers linger and then plunge them deep inside her. If she's wet, pump her a few times, then remove your fingers and deliver additional blows where you know you'll enjoy the most. Observe her carefully and she'll teach you where you will achieve the best results by slapping, how hard, how often and for how long. Submissive women are not door mats, they are very intelligent and very strong women who simply need to be taken in hand, to be made, by sheer dominant *will* not brutality, to feel their submission. Let your manliness come out, peel away the years of political correctness, wash them away and enjoy the power exchange you both share. It is like nothing else.
As you do these scenes realize that the more you do them, the more you'll know and the further you can push her. Many women I've talked to tell me that their Tops at first did not push them far enough and that they needed to be taken up there so that they could release totally. Don't be afraid to let the scene last a long while; but always keep an eye on her to make sure her blood flow is not compromised and make sure her breathing is normal (normal for the emotions she's feeling). Her safety is in your hands and no one else's.
Her mental and emotional state is yours to control, but it is also yours to observe. The deeper and deeper she goes into her submission she can get lost inside of herself, and now you have to take great care of her. Just as you took time to bring her to this level of release, you need to slowly bring her back down. This is when you have to be gentle with her and let her feel your presence and your continued control of her as she winds her way back down. Caressing and gentleness are the keys for after care of your girl.
Afterwards talk about how she felt, what she was thinking, what she wanted to feel more of, and what she wanted to feel less of during the scene. If she's reluctant to be open with you, remind her that as your submissive her thoughts around a scene you've put together and delivered belong to you; both the good and the bad. Encourage her and reward her for open honest answers. This will only make your next scene far better than if you only had your thoughts and impressions to work from.
*I encourage both Dominants as well as submissives to add to this posting by leaving comments describing your own feelings about spanking scenes that you've been involved in, and help the beginners gain a better perspective by the variety of thoughts. To allow my own thoughts and experiences to guide is not sufficient. A beginner is eager to learn from you and I humbly ask that you add your thoughts to mine.
*Blessings to all of you and thank you for reading this article.* | A Beginner's Guide to Spanking Her | [
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(WARNING: This story contains a love scene between two sisters. If you believe incest is wrong moraly this story is not for you. However for thoes that find furre incest to be a beautiful thing then your not alone. Mind your aim and your keyboared and enjoy Almory(
A Sister in Need
Fiera's ears perked up as she thought she could hear someone sobbing. She peeked her eyes over the counter of her usual spot under the bar just in time to see the blur of motion that was her sister run towards the private rooms. She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. She truly did love her sister. She stretched her form out having recently woken up from a good nap and went to follow her sister. As Fiera hopped over the bar she noticed wet spots on the floor and as her keen nose picked up the scent she could only tell it was her sister. Now she was really worried. She was thankful she inherited most of her traits from her mother as she used her scent to follow the trail.
Fiera was canine in appearance with a few traces of her "father" who was feline. Her short silky fur was definitely from her mother as well as the D cup breast. She has a mature shape and firm strong thighs. Down her front her fur was a pale violet that contrasted with her shoulder length hair. She wore simple clothing only a tank top and tight jeans so she could show off her form. She was unlike her sister who was half canine and half raptor. Even though they had come from different fathers she adored her older sister. Lupana had always been there to help her. Always wrapping her up in her long reptilian tail and snuggling her. Lupana was a perfect contrast of innocence and danger. With her razor sharp teeth, equally sharp talons, and fins along her arm let alone she could whip that tail around she was not one to mess with. She was a perfect mixed hybrid of her parents. Lupa's front was that of scale along with her inner thighs and the insides of her arm. The rest of her was short black fur that she inherited from her mother. This is exactly what Fiera saw as she was lead to the room which contained the pound area.
Fiera could only gasp as she saw her sister desperately trying to relieve herself bathing her smoking form in the waterfall, the water cascading down her perky scaled breast while her talon gently stroked her wet lips. Her eyes were closed at the time but as her canine ears heard someone enter she could only blush as her yellow eyes fixated on the form of her sister.
"Lupa?" Fiera asked cautiously closing and locking the door behind her as she made her way around the corners of the clean pound to make way to the solid grass to look towards her sister.
Lupa could only whimper in response as she resumed fingering herself the water emitting steam as it hit her body. Fiera didn't need any further explanation as she new her sister was in heat.
"Please..." Lupa gasped looking to her sister with need. Fiera was a bit reluctant at first as she was not particularly dominant. However Lupa had helped her out before when she was in heat. She could not just leave her sister like this. Fiera quickly removed her clothing slipping into the water slowly her hair and fur getting matted down by the liquid. She softly kissed her sisters lips as her paw began to stroke over her sex trying to get her to calm down. Lupa could only gasp and buck her hips against her sisters paw needing more.
Fiera couldn't believe how hot Lupa's body was. She was practically burning up her scent over clouding her censes. Fiera couldn't help but stifle a moan as Lupa kissed her passionately as she would wiggle her fingers deeper into her sister Lupa returning the favor by lightly tracing her scaled tail against her damp crotch. Lupa began to run her talons over her sister's breast squeezing gently making Fiera coo out in pleasure. From the look of it she wasn't helping her sister much, only making it worse as Lupa's body increased in heat.
"I need more Fiera..." she moaned trying to fit Fiera's paw into her soaked urging sex. Fiera's mind was clouded by lust that she couldn't concentrate fully. She shivered as she tried to use her tail to thrust into Lupana. Lupa could only click in pleasure as it tickled so much her body getting hotter. Fiera was too caught up in all the sensations coursing through her she only thrust deeper her wet tail helping a bit but not enough. Fiera tried everything hugging and groping her sister as she nibbled on her neck and continued to try and use her tail. However for Lupa it only tickled. "Fiera!" she pleaded grabbing her tail to stop her.
"I'm sorry sis; I don't know what to do." She cried being so caught up in her scent that she was desperately trying to please her and please herself.
"Do you still have mom's ring?" Lupa ask seeming desperate now as her sex needed to be filled.
Fiera nods her head but then shakes it looking to her sister concerned. "But sis you're off the pill and you're in heat. What about Steve?" She new her sister was trying to get pregnant with her mate but as Lupa cried out in pain at the mention of Steve's name only making her more horny it didn't seem she have a choice. She took out the gold ring with the pink gem in it guiding her sister over to the grassy area so she could get a better hold on her. Fiera gasped in pleasure as she slipped the ring on the magic began to take its affect as a wave of heat encompassed her body.
Both Fiera and Lupa cried in unison as the ring made a bulge formed right above Fiera's sex. In a matter of moments a large cock busted forth flopping atop of Lupa's stomach. Lupa murred and caressed the cock feeling a lot better already as she leaned over to lick the tip.
Fiera couldn't stand it anymore. The scent, the pleasurably feeling of her new cock being rubbed, Lupa's sex just waiting to be filled, all this was building up and clouding her mind as she cried in anguish. She pounced at her sister pinning her down roughly before slipping her already wet cock into her sisters already soaked sex hilting into her quickly as a wet slap echoed around the room as their hips collided.
Lupana screeched in pleasure as she held her sister tightly as Fiera began to thrust in and out of Lupa's wet cunt trying to go slowly, but as Lupa's tight walls clamped down and rippled against her member Fiera couldn't help herself.
Fiera howled with pleasure and gripped her sister tightly her claws sinking into her shoulders but not hard enough to penetrate them. She bites down upon Lupa's neck like a mate should as she took her sister sweeping her away in a passionate mating.
Lupana's screeching got higher and higher in pitch as her younger sister kept on pounding into her as her legs instinctively wrapped around Fiera's locking them together. Lupa couldn't believe the pleasure coursing through her body. As she looked to her sister she saw more of her lycan side coming out her muscles bulging slightly as she bit down hard upon her neck for moving making Lupa moan in submissiveness.
"Oh Fiera I love you." She gasped as Fiera began to thrust all the harder the wet smacking sounds growing in frequency as well as Lupa's moans of pleasure. Fiera simply grunted as her hair got rougher around the edges taking on an almost feral look.
Lupa began to squirm as she felt a bulge begin to form around the outer lips of her constantly dripping sex. The juices had matted Fiera's fur and smeared against her scales making them glisten. Fiera's thrusting had moved them more on the grass then in the water as Lupa's body was significantly cooler. Lupa could barley concentrate as her heat needed to be stated. Yet as the knot of Fiera's cock began to push more and more against her, swelling continually as her sex made audible plopping sounds each time the knot was pushed in and pulled out a sudden fear clicked in.
She tried to squirm more only to be pushed into the soft grass harshly by her lust craved sister. She tried to cry out, tried to snap Fiera out of it but all she could manage to due was make weak whimpers and clicks of pleasure. She managed to say, "Oh Fiera...Fiera!" Yet her cries could not be heard as it was already too late.
With a high pitched screech and a low howl the knot had slipped in locking them together. Lupa couldn't take it anymore as her tight tunnels pulsated and spasms as her orgasm was triggered a rush of her fluids flowing around her sister's trapped cock and lightly leaking out around the knot that spread her lips so loving.
Fiera whimpered in pleasure as the feeling of her sisters orgasm rippled around her pulsating cock. After a few more thrust she finally gave in her cock spewing out a torment of cum as she howled lowly releasing her bite upon her sister's neck. Her tail wagged happily as she filled her sister's womb with her seed feeling her sister's tunnels squeeze out every last drop.
As the passion and heat faded Fiera returned to normal except for the still twitched cock locked within her sister. It would be a while before the knot would deflate. As they panted together Fiera realized what had happened. She looked to her sister whimpering as she could feel the slight bulge she had made due to the amount of cum she had filled her sister's womb with. She nuzzled her sister whimpering as she tried to find the voice to apologize. She tried to ask what she had done.
Yet she couldn't as Lupa locked her lips in a passionate kiss as her talons lightly stroked through her hair and down her sweat soaked body. Fiera could only return the kiss her paws lightly stroking her sister's sides as she mewled happily. No matter what happened or what might occur. She did truly love her sister as they passed out in a blissful sleep.
(For thoes of you who actually know Lupana and Fiera on Furcadia this story is strictly fictional. They both have my permission to include them in this story. Not to say this story couldn't happen but it didn't. Thank you for reading Almoryk( | A Sister in Need by Almoryk Kane | [
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Text: Pam and Sandra stood at the edge of the pool by the entry ladder. Smaller than what would typically be at an indoor municipal facility, the pool was still quite a bit bigger than the ones found in most back yards. It was deep, too - at least 18 feet. The room that contained it was barely twice its size and had the same high ceiling and cushioned walls as the "Looney Bin" next door. The heavy scent of warm chlorinated water filled the room and humidified the air like in a greenhouse. There was much activity occurring around the two women. Technicians scurried about with their computers and note pads as they took up their assigned observation posts. Two male technicians in bathing trunks and SCUBA gear waddled over to the edge of the pool, jumped in with a noisy splash, and disappeared beneath the surface. With the morning's initial tests complete and no helium leakage having been detected in Sandra's newly pneumatic bazooms, she had been deflated back to normal and then briefed and prepped for the next phase. This time around, she had been given a modest one piece white spandex bathing suit to wear. Being otherwise normal, below each armpit of the suit was a vertical seam with a small plastic "D" ring hidden beneath a flap. Pam tapped her earpiece and spoke a few words to the assembled group. The familiar chime toned again and a red warning light pulsed over the entryway double door. "Okay" Pam spoke to Sandra. "Ready when you are." Sandra nodded nervously and then stepped over to the entry ladder and began lowering herself into the comfortably tepid water. Pam turned away and walked over to a nearby staircase that lead to an underwater observation room at the end of the pool. As she took up station behind the thick glass next to the camera operator, the test subject swam to the middle of the pool and tread water. The two divers were at the bottom of the pool on their knees, looking up at Sandra as she floated at the surface.From below, Pam watched for a moment to make sure everything was in place, then pressed a button on the large control console that sat behind the glass. From the room above, an air horn was briefly heard sounding. At this, Sandra took a deep breath and upended herself, swimming for the bottom. The loud echoing of the room abruptly ceased as she dove, replaced by the dead calm of her new environment, broken only by the sound of her limbs moving through the water. Pam watched as the woman descended towards the two divers awaiting her. Without the aid of swim goggles, Sandra had to aim for the two fuzzy figures at the bottom, swimming almost all the way to their feet and then arcing upward to come to a standing position. Waving her hands in the water to keep upright, she exhaled some air to bring herself to negative buoyancy until her feet rested on the pale blue concrete bottom.She smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign to the two rescue divers who returned the gesture. Then, reaching for the flaps in the suit with her hands, she slipped an index finger into each "D" ring and pulled hard. Attached to each plastic ring was a string of about a foot in length and as each one was pulled out and became taut, there was what felt like muffled "pop." Sandra blinked in surprise as she let go of the plastic rings. A smirk passed her lips as an immediate sensation of fullness engulfed her torso. She could feel her chest expanding under the spandex of the bathing suit, her small breasts again blowing up like helium balloons atop it. She also felt her tummy pushing out against the suit, ballooning like her chest. In the water, the gas expanding in her sounded like a vinyl pool toy being inflated and she realized her feet had left the bottom of the pool. As she rose toward the surface, her arms stiffened slightly as they were pushed out by the ballooning flesh beneath them. Beneath the straps of the suit, her shoulders also puffed up a little bit. Her new-found buoyancy quickly pulled her upwards to the silvery waves.With a splash, she broke the surface and exhaled. Bobbing up and down, she was still inflating as she took in a few deep breaths and her body slowly rose until her bust-line was mostly out of the water. The now giant curves of her breasts pressed in against each other, their glistening pneumatic bounciness barely contained by the straining garment and her now pregnant looking tummy had swollen considerably. On either side, the two rescue divers re-surfaced and again the trio exchanged thumbs-up signs. 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With a squeal and the sound of rushing air, her cartoonish curves quickly began to shrink. Before long, she was back to normal."Let's get you back to the changing room and into the lifeguard rescue version."Sandra smiled enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan."
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A Warning, This Story Series Contains Sexual Content, High School Drama, High School Hierarchies, Gay Love, Blood, Violence, Horror, and So On And So Forth.. Viewer Discretion Is Advised...
The night sky seemed to twinkle in the late evening hours as a young fox padded his way home on the now empty streets of Miami, Florida. He always arrived late from work, that was how he liked it, coming home to a quiet house, his whole bitchy family deep in slumber, there was nothing quite like it. Travis Love was the fox's name, and when it was spoken, everyone seemed to sneer. Travis had led a very lonely life, he had never had any friends at school, his father loathed him, his siblings ignored him, and his grandparents..well...they were purely convinced he was a "new age" Satanist. Travis, however badly tempted to throw his hands up and say "Fuck You" to the entire world, tried to ignore these grim realities.
The only one in Travis's life who had ever truly loved him was his mother, his now deceased mother to be precise. Marian Michelle Love had died of a malignant brain tumor at the age of twenty-eight, just four years after Travis's birth. Sometimes, late at night, he could hear her voice, speaking softly among the shadows, trying to lull an unseen kit to sleep. These sounds brought back pain to Travis, but he was no fool, the sounds were his memories, and his longing, to have some type of love, some type of affection...
The fox sighed at the thought of his mother, trying to distract himself by looking up at the now unveiling stars. The bright orbs of gas seemed to stare back at him, laughing. They were mocking him, no doubt, for his unfortunate life. Or maybe it was..his lifestyle. Travis had never made any approach to make friends, not even when he was in elementary school. He had always felt distant from the others, they were always happy, always playing. It was like he was inside an impenetrable glass cube, sealed away from the rest of the world, inside of his own emotions. Maybe it was his lack of drive to make friends, or maybe they were just sickened by his looks. Not to get confused, Travis was very attractive for a fox of only sixteen, or at least, that's what he told himself. He stood only 5'10 off of the ground, and weighed only one hundred and five pounds, a little too lean for most furs at his school, but hey, he was a better subject than the 5'3 two hundred and seventy-five pound fatassed bastards that roamed the rest of the halls. No, it was the fact that he was different than everyone else. Travis always wore the same outfit, skin-tight jeans with a rainbow colored belt, complete with a tight pink shirt and his signature purple striped hoodie; sometimes even with a few Skelanimals pins thrown in for fun. Every morning he straightened his hair, and sometimes even put on eyeliner. He loved dressing this way, always making the boys at his school stop and stare.
Travis's agenda for the day was usually the same, wake up, get dressed, go to school, go to work, slink home late in the evening, repeat. Today was no different, probably even more dull than usual. Travis worked at a music store in the Miami Mall called Reinstar Records, and on this particular day, he had the privilege of watching an old otter buy a Marilyn Manson album, at the time, he was smiling, glad to be away from his home. Travis wasn't smiling now.
The fox had been so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that he was now standing in front of his house. Travis sighed and glanced around the front yard. The grass was short and green, giving off the faint stench of approaching Fall, while a single Palm tree stood in the center of the yard, giving the impression that it was still Summer. A toy yo-yo lay on top of the roof, along with a frizbee, probably from one of the neighboring kids.
A cold wind blew through the air, chilling Travis's fur. He shivered and put his hood up, no longer saddened by the fact that he was now home. He walked briskly toward the front door, his tail fluffing up from the wind. When Travis arrived at the door itself, he paused. Maybe they were actually asleep this time...
Nervously, Travis looked into the front window of the house. Even though the blinds were closed, he could tell the hall light wasn't on, or the television. The fox blew out a sigh of relief and fumbled inside of his pocket for the key. His fingers grasped the cold, metal object and pulled it out into the open. The key shone dully in the starlight as he quietly slipped it into the lock, turning it counter-clockwise until he heard a loud clicking noise. Ever so slowly Travis pushed the door open, trying not to make a sound. The door creaked loudly as he opened it, seeming to make an avalanche fall to Travis, it's hinges screaming out into the darkened house.
Travis flattened his ears against his hair, just waiting for his homophobic father to awaken, but oddly, nothing came. Travis smiled in triumph and raised a fist in the air, his tail wagging slightly. He had won! He had won against...wait. Travis perked his ears up, no sound. Nothing at all could be heard around the house, no snoring, no movement, nothing. The fox turned around and padded back to the front door, opening it and looking out into the night. His father's car was here, as was his own, and his two little brother's bikes were here as well. Where were they?
The fox stepped back inside and closed the door, the crisp, cold air of the outside world being replaced with the scent of his home, however awful it may be. He turned and slowly walked down the hallway, eyeing his surroundings. There wasn't any sign of a struggle, so he doubted anyone had breaken in. As he walked deeper down the hallway, he hugged his arms to his sides, something felt wrong, and it was getting colder...
Travis reached the end of the hall, still clutching at his sides. To the right was Cameron, his father's, room and to the left was his own room. Travis sighed and reached out his right arm.
"Cameron?"
No answer. Deciding between going into his room and into Cameron's, well, that was an easy choice, but he had to at least make sure that his father was alright. Travis gently rapped on the door with his knuckles, making the door slowly creak open. He stepped lightly inside, looking around in the darkness. It was pitch black inside of the room, but Travis could just barely make out a figure on the bed near the center of the room. The fox sighed in relief and turned to leave, when suddenly, the open door slammed shut.Travis yelped as the hard wood of the door connected with his muzzle, throwing him to the floor.
"God Damn It!" Travis screamed as he clenched his bleeding nose, writhing on the carpet. He suddenly stopped moving, realizing to late what he had done. He looked panickly at the bed, but the figure was still lying there. Something was definitely wrong here...
Still clutching his muzzle, Travis slowly stood up from the floor, his paw tracing the length of the wall for a lightswitch. The figure on the bed was now making a gurgling noise, as if it was choking on something. Now, frightened and urgent, Travis was searching the wall with both paws, making bloody smears from the blood on his nose. After what seemed like a decade, he made contact, and flipped the switch.
Travis was temporarily blinded when the light came on, and after the white haze faded, he felt bile rise to his throat. On the bed, was what seemed to be a heap of rotting meat. The sheets were stained with blood, and the wall behind the headboard of the bed seemed to be smeared with...shit. An awful stench came from the thing on the bed as if...as if it were death itself.
The fox vomited on the floor, clenching his stomach. The thing continued it's hideous croaking noise, like it was in great pain. Travis gained enough courage to look up at the bed, he was still bleary eyed from emptying his stomach onto the floor. He could make out chunks of fur and bone sticking out of the thing, along with what seemed to be a mouth. Two eyes floated in the center of the deformity, staring tearfully at the fox.
Those eyes, he had seen them before! One eye blue and one eye brown, also called heterochromia. As the realization dawned on him, the thing let out another moan. Those eyes reflected Travis's own eyes, the fear, the secrecy...
"M-Mom?"
The thing vomited up what seemed to be a mixture of blood and mucus, and as if in response, it blinked. Travis backed up against the wall, his whole body trembling. Tears stung at his eyes as he leaned on the wall, quickly sinking to the floor. He hugged his knees to his chest, his dead, deformed mother still vomiting onto the already soiled bed. *This isn't real*, Travis told himself, tears now falling from his eyes, the same eyes of his mother. *This Isn't Real...*
Travis awoke screaming, his fur completely drenched in sweat. The dream had been so vivid, so real. It was still fresh in his mind, the blood, the fear, the eyes... Travis eyed his surroundings, instantly leaning up on his elbows. He was in his own room, on his own bed..with no demonic deformities of his mother in sight. Travis sighed with relief, wiping his forehead with a free paw. His muzzle still felt numb from the dream, making his head throb in the aftermath of it. Daylight flooded in from his bedroom window, illuminating the room in a sea of light. Travis could make out everything he was familiar with, the various band posters covering the walls, his desk and computer, his closet, the single bathroom, it was all quite cozy.
The fox yawned widely as he stumbled out of bed, wearing nothing but pink boxer briefs. He sauntered clumsily toward the bathroom, stopping at its entrance, and looked back at the clock. *6:13..plenty of time to get ready...*. Travis opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, the scent of shampoo and burnt hair instantly hitting his nostrils. He scratched at the back of his head as he made his way to the sink, plugging up the flat iron that lay at its side. This was an old habit of his, let the flat iron warm up as he took a shower, then straighten his hair. Travis giggled at this, his mother had given him that particular habit. He wiped his forehead one last time, turning the sink on and looking into its mirror.
Travis's face looked emaciated, like he had been through a war zone or a radioactive fallout. His unique eyes had dark circles around them, and his cheeks and muzzle looked sunken. The bright red fur covering his body looked scraggly, and felt stringy to the touch, while his brownish-blonde hair looked like an atomic mushroom cloud. Travis gritted his teeth in annoyance, he hated looking like a disaster...
Twenty minutes later the fox stepped out of the bathroom, the lower half of his body wrapped in a bright green towel. His fur was now clean, soft and fluffy looking too. His hair was now straightened as well, his long bangs falling over one of his eyes. Travis inhaled the scent of his room, it was so familiar, so comforting. He grinned happily and padded silently across the carpet to his closet, where he began rummaging for the day's clothes. The fox pulled a pink shirt from one hanger, the logo "I Recycle Boys" printed in rainbow colored letters. The shirt was kind of an inside joke between him and the manager of Reinstar Records, who had given Travis the shirt. The middle-aged female kangaroo had a great sense of humor, and Travis considered her like an aunt to him. The next thing he pulled from the closet was his usual black jeans, he had many pairs of them, and then a black and purple striped hoodie. This hoodie was special to him, he didn't know why, it just was. Maybe it was the fact that he had owned it since he was ten, or maybe it was the major calling card of his whole 'look', so to speak.
Travis shrugged and threw his clothes on the bed, now looking for a clean pair of briefs inside of his bedside table. He had the choice of wearing pink briefs again, white, or black, and as usual, he chose the pink. Travis stood up from looking in the low drawer, letting the towel wrapping the lower half of his body fall to the floor. A mirror lay propped against the wall across from where the fox was standing, and Travis posed in it. Slender frame, small, yet round ass, long, bushy tail, and a great package to match..it was a wonder he was still single. The fox sighed and slipped on the pink briefs, covering his great backside and his mid-sized scrotum and penis. *Why am I so antisocial..?* Travis frowned slightly and grabbed his jeans, hastily slipping them on. *Maybe it's because I'm ugly..* Travis looked back into the mirror, instantly putting that idea aside. *Or maybe it's because I'm so...secretive.* The fox laughed to himself as he buckled his rainbow-striped belt and slipped on his shirt. Travis had never shared his feelings with anyone, especially his family, and he was never in a mood to talk with them either..or anyone for that matter. He began to put on his hoodie, leaving it unzipped, and walked to the table, quickly grabbing the keys to his car, his wallet, and his Ipod. Travis then made his way to the door to the hallway, stopping just short of it and looking back at the room. He had everything he needed, but what he was looking at, he couldn't take with him. A picture of his mother lay propped up against the wall, seeming to look back at him in bliss. She looked so young, so happy, and with a gaze challenging the world to break her. Travis stared at the picture a moment, knowing it wasn't just still a picture anymore. He turned the knob of the door, breaking the trance he was in, and padded quietly out into the hall.
Travis felt the air colden as he stepped into the hall, goosebumps rising up from his fur. Memories of the dream flooded back into his mind, but he ignored them, instead focusing on the sounds of life coming from the kitchen. The fox padded briskily down the hall, aiming for the front door. Travis didn't feel like talking to his family today, all they did was make fun of him, or harassed him in some form or another. Travis exited the hall, now out in the open. He didn't look around, he just focused on the door. *Only a few more feet...*
"Hey! Where's my favorite daughter going in such a rush?"
The deep voice was like ice to Travis's ears as a shadow blocked the door. The larger fox standing in front of Travis was smiling, a deep grin of cruel humor seeming to radiate from it. Travis looked down at the ground and said nothing. Cameron chuckled and put his paws to his hips, looking down at the younger fox.
"C'mon...you can answer your Dad..can't you?"
Travis didn't respond, he just stood there, waiting for Cameron to move. The older fox had other plans though, Cameron continued to stand there, his tail starting to wave with impatience. The older fox put a paw on Travis's shoulder, clenching it with grown claws. Travis tensed up, still not making a sound. The pain coming from his shoulder was great, his whole body seeming to be in pain. His father had a powerful grip..
"It would be best to answer me Trav, you know that."
The younger fox sighed and looked up at his father, their gazes meeting.
"I'm going to school..and then to work...*You know that."
Travis may be a very soft-spoken fox, but his father heard him, loud and clear. Cameron had heard the hate and longing in Travis's voice, and instantly, let go of the younger fox's shoulder. Travis breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his shoulder, not looking back up at Cameron. The older fox stepped out from in front of the door now, but kept an arm in front of it. Travis growled in annoyance when he tried to walk out, only being knocked to the floor by Cameron's arm. The older fox smiled and stepped over his son, pinning Travis to the floor with his body.
"Before you go.." The older fox said, the smile turning into a lustful grin, "I need you to do me a little favor.."
Travis knew what it was before his father even finished the sentence. A large bulge was growing inside of Cameron's boxers, stretching the fabric. Travis squirmed against the older fox's weight, but to no avail. Cameron chuckled darkly and slapped Travis across the muzzle, instantly stopping the younger fox's movement. Cameron pulled down his boxers slowly, his large cock seeming to spill out of the loose fabric. Travis was mesmerized by the cock, resisting the urge to grab it. This was his father! The one who hated him, who despised him...but Travis just couldn't stop staring. Cameron licked his lips, rubbing his cock with his paws.
"You know you want it Trav..."
Cameron smiled and hung his cock in front of Travis's muzzle, his balls dangling out in the air. Just the smell of the cock gave Travis an erection, his jeans becoming even tighter than they were. Cameron knew Travis couldn't resist a big dick, even if it was his father's. The younger fox bit his lip, his paws trembling. At the moment, Travis was having an internal war within himself, debating whether to grab his father's succulent cock or try to resist, which would surely end in tragedy. His plans would be ruined.. Travis looked up at his father, an expecting expression written across his face. Cameron grabbed his cock with a paw again and held it out to Travis, the cock was already dripping precum. The younger fox couldn't resist any longer, Travis felt his paw reach up and grope his father's cock. Cameron shivered as he felt his son grab his foxhood, a short wave of pleasure going up the older fox's spine. The cock twitched in Travis's paw as he held it, his father's precum staining Travis's fur. The younger fox held out his tongue, no longer resisting, and ran it along the length of his father, earning moans of pleasure from the older fox. The taste in Travis's mouth was heavenly, like a mixture of every pleasurable thing in the world. Travis murred quietly and grabbed his father's balls, earning louder moans of extacy from the fox. Cameron clenched his eyes shut, his son was such a slut...just like his mother. Travis, no longer being able to bear it, slipped his father's cock inside of his muzzle, the taste growing. Travis murred louder as Cameron moaned louder, Cameron's cock twitching crazily. Travis bobbed his head lower over his father's cock, his tongue massaging the underside of it, while his paws clenched and grabbed at his father's balls. Cameron bit his lip and grabbed the back of Travis's hair, pushing his son deeper over his cock. Travis felt his nose hit his father's groin fur, the smell of musk overpowering the younger fox as Cameron's cock went deep into Travis's throat. The fox didn't gag, but instead relaxed, moving his paws from his father's balls and placing them on his ass. Cameron growled lustfully as he humped Travis's muzzle, coming very close to orgasm. Travis clenched his father's ass tighter, feeling the older fox tense up even more. In a final thrust, Cameron came into Travis's mouth, moaning in orgasm. Travis felt the thick liquid run down his tongue and into his throat, the taste of his father's cum was better than anything he had ever tasted. Travis murred as he swallowed it all, wanting more. Cameron let go of Travis's head standing up groggily.
"G-Go to school now...b-boy.."
Travis jumped up and ran out the door, slamming the thing shut. The taste of cum was still strong in his mouth as he opened his car door, hastily cranking it. Travis looked back at the house one last time before he sat down in the seat, gently closing the door. The fox backed out of the driveway and drove off, not looking back at his house. Unbeknownst to his father, something was inside that house, something that was bought by Travis a week ago. The thing was inside his room, hidden inside the portrait of his mother. Travis had lied when he said he was going to school, he was really on his way to the airport. His plane was scheduled to leave at 8:00, bound for New York. Another thing was also scheduled to happen at 8:00 as well, the death of everyone in that house. Everyone who had tormented him for the last sixteen years...
The bomb would make sure of that...
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It was an ordinary day for Antony, Alistair and Oliver. Antony is a 17 year old pok copyright mon trainer; Alistair and Oliver are 17 year old pikachus with yellow fur and black strips across the belly (which weren't his pok copyright mon.). The three friends attend MAG (magic and pok copyright mon) high. The only reason Antony got in because he showed excellent skill in magic and shifting into pok copyright mon forms. None knows his secret but I'll tell you that later. The first class is pok copyright mon forms (basically shifting into different forms of pok copyright mon.) Antony was a natural; he always shifts to his favorite pok copyright mon which are: rayquasa, groundon, kyorge, dilaga, palkia and heatran.
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"Battle class yes" Antony cheered. in battle class, Antony has to have a separate teacher show he can channel his magic into pok copyright mon attacks. At the end of battle class the teacher would read out two names to have a practice battle. None gets hurt because he would cast a safety spell. Today was Antony VS Alistair. "I'm not holding back" thought Antony. "BEGIN" Announced the teacher. Antony was in his pikachu form and hit Alistair on him chest for 2 points with a thunderbolt. The two met in a deadlock of irontails. Antony just overpowered Alistair and striked his face for 5 points. "END. Score 7:0 Antony wins!" announced the teacher. "Nice battle. You gave me a run for my money" Antony chuckled while turning back to a human.
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The lunch period was here. The three friends walked to the lunch hall. On the way they passed a female ponyta. "Hi jess" Antony called out "hi" jess replied. In the lunch hall the three friends and jess sat together and talked about what they have been doing today. "I whip Alistair today 7:0! My best score!" Antony cheered
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The afternoon bell rung and the friends went to their separate classes. Alistair, Oliver and jess to science and Antony to magic class. He was some of the few people/pok copyright mon to be in that class. Since today was Friday the pupils could practice any spell. Antony practices his future spell and his secret, his moon scence. Because he isn't from earth. He is from an unknown land and none knows about it not even his pok copyright mon! (Which are at home.)
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The end of school bell rung and the three friends went home. "Bye jess." shout the friends waving bye to jess and went home. Antony, Alistair and Oliver live together with Antony's pok copyright mon. He owns nearly every single pok copyright mon in the world. The friend got in, dressed and turned on the TV. "Welcome back sir" said a rayquasa. "Thanks ray. How is you-know-who?" Antony Asked "she fine. WAIT! I sence something. An evil present" Ray snared. "3, 2, 1" Antony counted and then a gengar bursted though. "L.E.D.S ARISE!" Antony shouted then a sword and amour appeared. "I'm here sir." Said someone."L.E.D.S! Don't call me sir." Antony scarled. "Sorry knight of the elements." l.e.d.s replied. "Ray check on my pok copyright mon, protect them. And get you know who and ellie out of here. That's an order" Antony shouted and the rayquasa flew away. "Now Antony. Surrender or Die!" cackled the gengar. "Wrong way round. You need to learn how to speak right." Antony shouted and swung his sword and chopped the gengars arm off. "Bone claw." Shouted the gengar but Antony destory it and chop gengar's head off. Alistair and Oliver were still watching TV like nothing happened. Antony called ray on his watch with stored everything for him. "Green snake, Green snake, this is legend. Do you read me?" Antony whispered into his watch. "Loud and clear. All pok copyright mon are safe." Ray replied. "Bring them back now. Threat eliminated." Antony ordered and shut of his watch or his Commutater and walked into the living room.
"Hey. Shall we?" Antony asked while striping then turning into a pikachu. "Yer" Oliver said and started to lick Alistair's sheath then Antony's and Antony licked Oliver's sheath until their Chu cocks were exposed. Antony then sucked Alistair's cock,
Alistair sucked Oliver cock and Oliver suck Antony cock and formed a triangle. They all pre at the same time. "Let's move on" Antony said and blushed. Oliver mounted Alistair and Antony mounted Oliver. Antony entered Oliver then he entered Alistair. They all moaned. Antony entered Oliver then he entered Alistair. They all moaned. Antony and Oliver Thrusted hard into their bitch. "Oh it so tight. Oh... I... think... am... going... to..." Oliver whimpered. Alistair cummed on the floor witch sent Oliver over the edge and cummed in Alistair and grow still, but Antony was still going like a demon possessed then cummed into Oliver. they all collapse and fell asleep in a puddle of chu cum.
HEY who's this? To find out answer the fucking phone.
"Hello, Hello, Hello, what doing on here then, and who is it?" Antony asked in his best police man voice. "Hi Antony, it jess." Jess replied jess cheerfully. "Hi jess. What do you want?" Antony asked, "Hey can I come round today, i got nothing to do." Jess asked. Alistair and Oliver nodded. "Of course you can. You are always welcome here." Antony replied happily. "Great, see you in a bit" jess cheered and put the phone down. Antony checked the time and two of his pok copyright mon wasn't up yet and it was 9:15. "O.K water pok copyright mon you know what to do. Hydro pump!" Antony shouted and his two pikachus (which were asleep and not Alistair and Oliver) got extremely wet. "We're up" shouted the two Chu. "Kiara, Riku! We're having a guest. Get up and please look presentable." Antony moaned. The two Chu got dry and put on their smartest clothes.
Ding god
Antony (still in pikachu form) went to the door and opened to greet jess. "Hi Jess. Are you hungry or something."Antony asked. "I'm starving. Have you got fire flakes?" Asked Jess. "Ray. Show Jess the Fire Flakes." Antony said to Ray. Ray went into the kitchen then Jess followed suit.
After lunch Jess and Oliver went to town with all of Antony's Pok copyright mon. witch left Antony and Alistair all alone. "I'm bored. Shall we?" Antony Asked while striping. "O.k." Alistair said in a sexy tone. They got into a 69 and licked each other sheathes.
"Antony, I'm back Oliver just went to get somet..." Jess shout then saw them. The two male stared blackly at her. "C-can I-I join?" jess asked and caught them off guard. Antony and Alistair stopped with their Chu cock fully erected. "o.k." Antony replied. "Antony can you go to my vagina and Alistair to my mouth?" Jess asked while striping. Her slip was already moist. "O.K" Antony replied and position himself at her entrance and Alistair went to her muzzle. Jess sucked on Alistair cock for a while then signaled Antony to start. Antony entered slowly at first and went all the way to the end then pulled out then thrusted back in. Jess gave a soft moan then went back to Alistair cock. every time Antony thrusted Jess gave a moan on Alistair's cock witch made him moan. 10 minutes later Jess gave a moan witch sent Alistair over the edge and exploded in her mouth. She gulped down every drop and pressed on Antony Cock again and sent him over the edge and shot deep inside her painting her vaginal walls with his seed. a few minutes later they got up and put on their clothes and gave Alistair and Antony kissed sharing Alistair's seed. "Mmmmm Alistair you taste good." moaned Antony. Jess broke the kiss as Oliver walked in. they ate dinner and fell into deep sleep.
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This is a commission piece/gift I did for a very darling friend and lover of mine. A start to a fantasy that has haunted him for a long time. Dracon is copyrighted to him, while Malcolm and Adri are copyrighted to me.
Dracon's Story: Chapter 1
Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2011
A small thin figure sat huddled on the ground. Positioned just out of the way to avoid being stepped on by traffic, it also sat just out enough to be seen and not ignored. Between the drawn up knees, a small hat sat, a few crinkled bills and coins inside it. The figure itself indistinguishable for the most part. The many layers of torn threadbare clothing hiding anything that might have revealed sex, hair or eye color, even what breed it might have been. Its head remained bowed, forehead pressed to those skinny knees. Though a faint thank you could be heard on the rare occasion of someone dropping something into the small hat.
The figure garnered many looks from the populous around it. The kinder looks were anything from curiosity to compassion. But the ones that had the tiny body curled just out of the path were the ones that ranged from disgust to horror. So, the beggar remained in the safe little spot, the tide of foot traffic parting without pause around the little space. Even the compassionate ones who dropped the donations didn't stop to talk or offer the figure more help then the spare change in their pockets. Not that it expected anything else.
When the traffic around it eased, the figure uncurled some, careful to look around carefully before grabbing the not even half full hat. The clever mechanism that kept the hat attached to the slender ankle hidden carefully by the fold of an over-sized shawl. Only after the small amount of money was tucked safely away did the figure stand and straighten fully. Still small, still thin, the almost pretty face was finally revealed. It would probably be definitely pretty with a proper feeding and care. But for now, now the dirt and hard living of being homeless had left the figure emaciated and filthy. The fur snarled and streaked with dirt so badly that one couldn't tell just what color it was anymore. At first glance, which is all the figure ever really garnered, it appeared to be a child or young teenage girl. Small, slender, with no discernible figure or muscle tone.
Slipping silently off the sidewalk into a shadowed alley, the figure didn't notice the tall silvery figure stepping away from a door frame across the street. It also didn't notice that same figure following it down the alley to its home. So, it reached the small nook, shielded from the weather on two sides by the corner of a brick building and wall, and on two others by a lean-to of cardboard boxes. Slipping into the small shelter, a tattered cloth was pulled across behind it, giving the semblance of privacy. The silent follower stopped nearby, waiting, watching.
Rustling sounds of cloth on cloth sounded faintly behind the shield of the beggar's door. At the gap beneath the cloth, the pile of fabrics that could be seen grew as the homeless person stripped, readying to go to the next spot of the day. But, before it could reach for the waiting clothes, just as dirty, but a little more colorful, the curtain was pulled aside. A soft startled gasp of surprise and fear escaped before a paw was wrapped around its muzzle, silencing any other comment. "Quiet and come out slowly. I want both paws out and up where I can see them," came the issued command. Terrified, the beggar obeyed, a pair of hole filled leggings dropped down, falling into a rain puddle.
Dismayed over the further dirtying of something so precious, the beggar's eyes were on the leggings instead of its captor. But finally, the fingers around its muzzle made its eyes travel up to meet the bright green ones of the silver follower. Muffled words spoken behind the closed muzzle. But the green eyes were busy dropping over the now mostly nude form of the prize before them. "A boy. I was hoping so. A small, thin boy, just perfect for my plans," came that voice again, sounding pleased instead of irritated. A blush darkened the dirty fur, paws dropping to cover its...his...slender frame reflexively. The paw uncurled from his muzzle, dropping down to inspect the exposed body carelessly, though not in such a way as to cause him pain. To Malcolm, the silvery fox before him, he was an object to be considered. The bruise on his muzzle from the fox's grip keeping him still. If a casual grip had caused that wound, he was afraid to guess what the tall muscular male could do if he had put his mind to it.
"Do you have friends, family?" the todd asked, head tilting as that paw dropped down into the small grungy shorts the boy wore to cover his bits. The dirty head paused, then shook slowly, shame making the flopped ears droop, tail tucking between his legs. The boy was a canine..a mutt it appeared through the dirt. Not as desired as a pure bred, but less likely to be missed. The fox's muzzle parted in a hungry grin and he squeezed the small sheath, causing the mutt's eyes to widen and a whimper to escape. "Do you have anything worth keeping in this hovel?" came the next question. Another pause, then another shake. The paw busy working to get the canine length free of the small sheath. Finally, fully hard and starting to moan, the mutt leaned into his captors paw. Only to have it disappear. Whimpering once again only earned him a bigger grin. "Get dressed in your cleanest outfit. You'll do perfectly once we get you cleaned up," the fox ordered, pushing the mutt back into the little cavity the mutt had lived in for over a year. Much to his delight, the dog did as told, returning a few moments later in something that didn't look too much like it had been sitting on a trash heap for weeks before being salvaged. Nodding in approval, Malcolm beckoned and turned to leave the alley.
Oh, his mistress would be pleased with him today. She had spotted this little treasure the other day on her way to an appointment. His job had then been to watch the mutt, evaluating and ensuring that no one would miss him, all before apprehending the target. No one ever really missed the homeless. Even if they did have friends. Though it was easier if they didn't. Less questions asked that would cause money to go into the hands of police instead of their pockets. And, given how the dog followed him, head down, tail tucked, but without question proved that his mistress was once again right on target with her hunches. The new find would fit in nicely with only a minimal amount of training.
Pulling a phone from his pocket, he sent a text, mostly by feel alone. By the time they reached the street, a car was pulling up. A nondescript blue car, four door and simple. Just like most other cars that drove up and down the road every day. Malcolm pushed the pup in front of him then, making the whimpering beggar get into the backseat before he slid in next to him. "Good find?" asked the driver, another fox, though this one with traditional orange coloring. At the silver one's nod, he grinned and started to drive. Not asking any other questions as the two vulpines just waited. Surprisingly, they didn't have to wait too long. Within two blocks, the first question came.
"Wh..what are you doing?" asked the dog
"What do you think?" asked the silver male.
"Kidnapping me."
"Smart as well as cute. Seems I found an even better find than I'd thought."
"What will you do to me?" The mutt trembling now as a myriad of possibilities slid through his mind.
"That's up to mistress." The silver todd winked down at him, causing the pup to shrink back against the door. He didn't bother to ask anything else, getting the idea that he wouldn't get much out of his captors. So instead, he tried to focus on the situation. Despite the still hard length pressing uncomfortably against his pants. Why had the fox done that? No one had ever touched him like that in all of his sixteen years. He hadn't even touched himself like that. So the pleasure it had given him had erased all of his walls and turned him into a docile little toy to be kidnapped without a fight. Though he couldn't for the life of him wonder why anyone would want him. He wasn't a girl, so it wasn't for a sex ring. He wasn't rich, so it wasn't for a ransom. Maybe for a slave business? The fox had said mistress. Old Maggie had warned him of such things when he was a pup. Before she had died that is. Leaving him all alone on the streets. Tears filled his eyes at the thought of his mentor. How badly he had failed her.
Malcolm watched the boy think. Then, saw the tears he expected fill the puppy's eyes, but not spilling over. He hadn't expected that. Most of them railed, screamed, or cried. This one did none of it. He just sat there, huddled against the door, waiting for a fate he didn't know to come crashing down on him. This was odd for his captor, putting the vulpine on edge. Finally, he shook his silvery head before looking out the window, ears perked to make sure he wasn't surprised from behind. But, the canine remained curled against the corner. Not even budging as the scenery outside went from shops to middle class, to something slightly different.
Though the puppy's eyes did widen as he realized the foot traffic here was...not exactly foot traffic. Various forms stood on the sidewalk, all dressed in skimpy outfits, posing provocatively. Curling in more upon himself, he shook his head. Surely not. He was a boy! But, among the various female forms on the streets were ones that were distinctly male. There were also some that he wasn't sure about. With growing dread, he started to realize his fate. And upon looking at the orange fox's knowing eyes in the rear view mirror, they knew he knew. Now, he started to panic some. Frantically thinking of a way he could escape these two muscular foxes. But, being small, underfed and malnourished, he lacked the strength or speed to. He wasn't where he knew the terrain. And he was fairly certain that the hookers on the streets wouldn't help him. Casting the silver fox next to him a thoughtful look, he came to a decision.
He would play along with them. Surely it would lead to more regular meals and baths then he had ever had. And as soon as his strength improved, he'd escape. Go find another little hollow to live in. Another set of streets to try and make the few bucks he needed to survive. And make certain he never followed any man who seemed interested in his bits again. With those thoughts in mind, he forced the panic to the background of his mind and remained just how he was before, waiting. Though he didn't have to wait long. Soon, they were pulling into the driveway of a large townhouse, nicer then most he had ever seen. Both vulpines got out, the silver one grabbing his wrist and tugging him to follow. Obediently, he did, though he made it seem as though he was stupid. Standing there on the sidewalk, head down and tail tucked between his legs, he let them discuss how to take him inside.
"She'll want to see him before we waste time and effort cleaning him up. Can't even tell what his natural color is through that filth," the driver said, lifting a lock of colorless hair and tugging on it before dropping it and wiping his paws on his jeans. The look of disgust caught by the kidnapped pup. But he made no reaction to it, listening instead for the silver ones opinion.
"No. Clean him up, trim his hair some..trim, not cut..and then present him. She wants him. Trust me," Malcolm said simply. Then, as if deciding to take matters into his own paws, he tugged the still nameless boy after him, heading into the house and up a set of stairs just inside the door. The house was quiet, but, it didn't quite have that empty feeling. People were home, just not making noise. Except for them that is.
The vulpine led the mutt into a bathroom near the top of the stairs. Bigger then most expected from a bathroom, it made the boys feet drag some as he just gawked. His captor didn't seem to mind, grabbing a pair of scissors from a drawer and cutting the rags from his body. Then, turning the water on to heat, he looked the pup over. "Whats your name?" he asked, eyes sliding over the slender tiny frame with an odd look in his green eyes. At the mutt's confused pause, he smirked "No name then?" he asked, answered with a small shameful shake of the head. "Come here and kneel on the floor. Put your paws on your thighs and don't move them at all" he ordered, waiting and watching as his prey did as told. If anyone else tried what he was about to do, their mistress would beat them within an inch of their life. But, Malcolm was allowed to try the merchandise before even she did. It was part of the perk of his position.
So try he did, pushing the dirty muzzle down to his crotch, getting his nice clothes filthy. "If you bite me, you're going to wish you had never been born," he warned, fingers capturing the tender ears and twisting, a slight bit of pain to warn. The mutt winced, then nodded, though his confusion was evident in his features. Chuckling softly, the todd just unzipped his pants with one paw, freeing his already mostly hard length, the musky scent of him nearly overpowering to the mutt's tender sensitive nose. Not that the boy would have much chance to get fresh air as he was pulled once more to the vulpine's hips, cold nose forced against the sheath hiding the knot from view. "Lick," was the only order.
Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight was the mantra in the boy's head as his tongue flicked up and over the sheath, tasting that musk directly, almost gagging on it. The todd's paws never releasing the grip on his ears, forcing him to stay there. So he licked again...then again. All around the plump sheath, moving where directed. Eventually, as Malcolm grew harder and longer, the mutt got used to the taste. A part of him even semi enjoyed it, much to his dismay. Finally, his head was tugged up to the tapered tip of the cock. Forced into his muzzle, whether he willed it or not. It muffled the sound of his faint protest as it slid back and forth in his muzzle. Forcing him to taste the pre dripping on his tongue. The moans of pleasure above his head causing a blush to fill his cheeks. The grip on his ears lessened and soon he was moving on his own, those paws moving to brush over his filthy hair. His blush deepened as he realized he was doing it by himself now. And despite how much he told himself it was because he didn't have a choice anyway, that didn't change the fact that his own little length was slipping free of its sheath more and more.
The silver fox looked down at him, letting the boy figure it out on his own. The rough tongue was already curling and stroking. And every time that he drew a breath, he sucked hard on the invading length. Malcolm's knot was still hidden in his sheath, kept there on purpose to avoid being trapped out of it after he filled the boys stomach. The todd didn't try to hold out, hips starting to lift up to hump the small muzzle. The tip of his length forcing its way into the tight throat, causing the mutt to choke and gag around it. The rippling sensations only adding to his tormentors pleasure.
Dirt streaked ears fell back in shame and humiliation, tears leaving streaks of clean fur behind as the boy cried silently around the length in his maw. Amused emerald eyes watched this, enjoying the degradation of the boy. But, before long, the pleasure around his length got to be too much and he gripped those ears again, once more twisting them painfully. With a hoarse shout, he started to cum, filling the mutt's muzzle and stomach. "Swallow," he orders, when the boy made the motion to pull back, surprise filling the adorable features. A grimace crossed over the dirty face, but the throat rippled and the cum was swallowed.
Malcolm was mildly surprised though that after the first wave of salty seed covered his tongue, the boy actually started to suckle harder, tongue sliding up along the underside of the length to coax every drop out. It was as if the boy wanted his cum. But, if the smell of the musk in the air was any indication, the boy was enjoying himself despite the tears and seeming reluctance. So, Malcolm let him suckle for a moment or two longer, cleaning every drop from him. Then, pushing him away, he stood and picked the boy up with ease and dumped him in the tub. "Don't touch it," he ordered, seeing a grimy paw moving towards the small throbbing length between the mutt's legs. The paw faltered, moved closer, then finally dropped back to the thigh it had previously rested on. "Good boy," Malcolm praised, chuckling.
Blushing brightly at the pleasure those two words garnered, the mutt tried to associate it with the fact that there was warm...so warm...water swirling around his legs. Though a small voice in his head was whispering that it really wasn't. That it was the lingering taste of cum on his tongue, the praise ringing in his ears, and the sore feeling of his abused throat. He ignored that voice, waiting as the vulpine arranged to bathe him. Malcolm made quick work of his preparations, then grabbed the removable shower head, turning it on with a flick of his finger. Hot water cascaded over the bent head, dirty water swirling around in the bottom of the tub. Using just the water for now, he worked to get every bit of loose dirt from the boy, watching as his catch moaned and squirmed under the spray, clearly enjoying a luxury most took for granted. Finally, he set the shower head aside and grabbed the fur shampoo, soaping up the long uncut hair first, then working his way down the slender frame. His fingers caressed and stroked under the cover of washing, causing the small length to stay hard, clear drops of pre beading at the tip to mix with the soap and water.
He saved the boys hips for last, paw stroking over the small sheath slowly, sensually. Deliberately bombarding the boy with pleasure. His fingers slid up the thin shaft next, coating it with soap, pushing the boy closer to an orgasm. His paw then dropped to the small sac hanging beneath, drawn tightly up to the sudsy body. Kneading and tugging on it, his other paw came into play, soaping up the bubble butt almost hidden by the semi tucked tail. Then, one finger pressing under that same tail, teasing the tiny pucker hidden there. A gasp met his ears and Malcolm grinned. Not pushing in, he just stroked around it, paw leaving the bits to concentrate on that area alone. There would be times the boy would only feel a touch there, so he made sure to associate the need to cum with the feel of someone playing with his tailhole.
More pre mixed with the soap, the scent of aroused canine growing stronger. Confusion and disgust were easily discernible as well, but the arousal was prevalent. The whimper of loss was easily heard as the fingers left his body, making him tremble with the feeling of loss. He hadn't known what was happening, but he had been building up to something, he just didn't know what. And now, he was left, achingly so, on the edge of that something. Whining low in his throat, he closed his eyes, allowing the water to cascade over him once more as he was rinsed off. Finally, his fur color was able to be seen. A rich purple color with lighter stripes crisscrossing his body. His hair and tail were a darker shade of violet, hanging wetly down to his waist. The todd's sharp intake of breath had his eyes opening once more. The soft pinkish color darkened with arousal.
Malcolm stared at the find sitting wet and needy in his bathtub. A beautiful mixture of purple that drew the eye. And it was natural, which would save tons on dye. Grinning, he soaped up the trembling body again, this time with a professional paw. He was suddenly eager to get this boy in front of his mistress. She would be as pleased as he was with the mutt. "Stand up. There is a fur dryer in the corner, go stand on the circle and relax," he ordered, helping the trembling form to stand. The small length bobbing with each breath the mutt took. Still obedient, the boy moved to stand where he was told. Malcolm turned the expensive piece of machinery on, drying the boy in a matter of minutes. Even the long hair was left only slightly damp as opposed to dripping wet. Then, grabbing the scissors from before and a comb, he proceeded to straighten and then trim the mutt's hair. Giving it more shape and making it more presentable. A rough quick brushing smoothed the deep purple fur down into the proper place, leaving the trembling boy looking very lovely indeed.
"Lets go. Follow right behind me and do not touch a thing," Malcolm ordered, garnering a nod from the still silent mutt. Leading him from the room, he headed upstairs another flight and down to a set of double doors at the very end of the hall. Knocking on it, he waited. The expected "Enter" came quickly enough and he opened the door, reaching back to push the boy ahead of him. "Kneel at her feet and don't look up until she gives you permission," he hissed, pushing the boy to the spot he was expected to be in. Then his own eyes lifted momentarily to the amused golden gaze that watched. A grin curved his muzzle before he bowed low in respect. "Mistress, your wish has been fulfilled," he said, voice turning velvety.
"Thank you Malcolm. You never fail me, do you," the tigress purred, a paw lifting to brush the brilliant red hair from her face. Then, the golden gaze dropped to the bowed form kneeling at her feet. A silver striped tail flicked back and forth and she purred louder. "He's even lovelier then I thought he'd be. You'll get a nice bonus in your paycheck next time," she assured, then used a foot to lift the mutt's trembling head. The pink eyes met her gold ones and the lovely fur darkened with a blush. The controlled gaze dropping to take in the sight of the almost comically small length exposed even after the humiliation he had been put through. "Not a stud, that's for sure. He shall end up playing the female role more often then not. Which is about what I expected. But, one never knows," she mused aloud, as her foot dropped to stroke along the small length. Eliciting a groan and a jerk forward of the slender hips. "Broken in yet?" she asks, her attention returning to the white todd.
Malcolm shook his head. "Just his muzzle, which I enjoyed before his bath. Naive in the ways of sex and love, so he's a clean template for you Mistress. He doesn't even have a name," he added, more as an afterthought. A warm chuckle is his answer and the foot slid down the bare striped chest, ruffling the fur with the toe claws. Malcolm smiled, eyes watching as he shifted his weight slightly.
"A name then, hmm? Let's see, since he could make a very pretty girl, I think a girly name," the tigress mused, shifting on her seat as she teased her foot up and down the mutt's stomach and chest. "Marie? No. Too common. With that coloring, we want something memorable," she murmured, talking more to herself then the two males in front of her. Then, a grin curved her pierced muzzle and she straightened. Standing from her seat, she lowered herself down so her muzzle was almost level with the mutt's. "Dracon," she purred, voice silky soft, promising so much.
The boy's ears flattened and his eyes lifted to meet her golden gaze once more. Actually allowing himself to see her, knowing there was no going back now. The figure that knelt in front of him was breathtakingly beautiful. Shifting slightly, his little length twitched and pulse at the sight of her, the ivory and silver fur seeming to glow from within. The long tumbling curls that cascaded around her shoulders catching the light and seeming like silken fire, highlighting her golden gaze. The small delicate looking piercings adorning both sides of her muzzle only emphasized the power yet feminine delicacy of her face, giving her a conflicting wild dangerous beauty. Red and black tipped ears perked forward to catch his response and he realized belatedly that she was waiting on him. "Y-y-yes?" he whispers, head tilting a tiny bit.
"Do you like the name Dracon?" she asked, her paw dropping to stroke a finger along his length, making it twitch again, moisture beading at the tip. A low moan, then slow nod met her question and she purred deeply. The sound sending little shock waves of pleasurable reaction through his body. The knowledge that his answer had pleased her giving him more joy then he could fathom, or remember ever experiencing. Even more joy then the knowing finger on his shaft gave him. He found himself wanting to do anything to please her, to make the smile that curved her muzzle now return. To hear that purr so intimately close to him and know he was the cause. If that meant being her whore, then, he would be. And as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he knew it to be true, despite his earlier plans on getting free eventually.
The tigress leaned back, then straightened. Settling back into her seat, she grinned at the fox who still watched nearby. "Does he know why he's here?" she asked, head tilting. Her crimson hair tumbling to one shoulder. One paw idly twisted the long strands, coiling it into a rope against one breast. Malcolm stepped closer, settling on a low chair by her side and taking her free paw.
Brushing his muzzle across the back of her paw in a kiss, he answered, "I haven't told him Mistress. He has been told little more then what to do since I found him." He then paused and looked up at her. "Shall I?" At her nod, he turned the green gaze to the obviously confused boy, now Dracon, before them. "You are here, now the property and responsibility of the lovely Adrianna, Madame of this house. You will obey her instantly, without question, on all matters. You will be trained and then set out to earn your Mistress the money she requires for your daily upkeep. A small portion of your fee will be set aside for you to use, either on some immediate trivial, or to save up to eventually buy yourself free. Your clothing will be chosen for you, provided and replaced when necessary. You will wear nothing else but that outfit when clothing is required. You will maintain a state of cleanliness at all times. There is no excuse for you to be slovenly. You are a reflection on your Mistress, do not shame her.
"You will become a streetwalker. Men and women will pay for your services and you will provide them, once again without question. All those who buy you will know the rules regarding treatment of you and your sister slaves. If any of these rules are broken, you will report it immediately to either myself, or your Mistress. We will deal the retribution necessary, not you. Your place is right there, on your knees, working to please your Mistress however you can. In her presence, you are to kneel and submit completely. Any signs of defiance will have you punished." Malcolm paused for breath then, watching Dracon's face expectantly. The boy just nodded, not seeming upset or surprised. Smarter then he appeared it seemed.
"Wh..what wi..will I be expected to d..do?" the boy..Dracon he reminded himself...asked. Flushing at his own stammering. His erection had flagged only slightly through the professional description of his new life. A part of him excited at the prospect of not having to worry about his life anymore. To have the decision taken from him finally. "I m...m..mean most of..often," he amends, blushing even brighter.
A soft throaty chuckle met his ears and his gaze lifted back up to his new, what was she called? Oh, right, Mistress. An amused smile curved her muzzle and she beckoned him closer. Moving awkwardly, he stood and moved to where she directed him between the silver striped legs. The robe she wore shifted as her legs parted to allow Dracon entry between them. Only then did his shocked eyes find that she wasn't quite as female as she had at first appeared. A thick sheath was nestled above the female folds, an inch or two of pink showing from the top. Squirming slightly, he whimpered, coaxing another chuckle from her.
A white paw gripped his wrist, tugging his small paw to the plumping sheath. Fingers curled around his, guiding him in just the right way to grip her and stroke. Each pump down coaxed more and more of the length free. Despite the growing evidence of her arousal, her breathing didn't change, nor did her expression. The few times he was able to look up at her face, she had the same amused smile on her lips, eyes half closed as she watched his face. Completely in control of herself. Even as some sort of clear liquid started to seep from the tip of her to coat his paw.
Slowly, she grew until she was fully exposed. Longer and thicker then the vulpine who had used his muzzle, he found himself staring at her. Feeling shame at the realization that he was inordinately tiny in comparison. Also, besides the shame, was the tingling in his lower belly and his maw watered. Wondering if she tasted the same as Malcolm had. But he wouldn't get the opportunity to find out yet. Instead, the still watching todd moved up behind him, lube slicked fingers sliding against the tiny tailhole that was exposed by the lifted wagging tail.
Dracon jumped, eyes widening as he looked over his shoulder at the vulpine. One finger pushed, pressing past the tight clenched ring with only minimal effort. A slick full feeling overwhelmed Dracon, his muscles squeezing around the finger, trying to expel it. Which only led to him feeling more full. And because of the lube, it didn't hurt. There was discomfort, but that was quickly fading as he adjusted to the invader. Unable to bring himself to complain, he felt his head turned back to the length in his paw. "Don't ever take your eyes off your target. Unless they tell you, your eyes are to remain on the cock in your paws or mouth. Is that clear," came the sultry voice from above. He nodded and started to stroke again, fingers squeezing a little harder.
Malcolm waited for the boy to continue before he started to move his finger again. Following the timing of the small paw's movements, his finger slide deep, then pulled back. Slowly, the tight ring loosened around his finger. Only then did he push a second one against it, pushing it inside. And to his and his mistress's delight, the boy didn't even pause as he was stretched once more. Malcolm's other paw was wrapped around his own length, reawakened by the sight of that cute butt almost sucking his fingers deep on its own. The three were mostly silent, the sensations being soaked up by them all. The only sound was the squelching of the todd's fingers in Dracon's tailhole and the soft little whimpering moans the pup gave off from time to time. Soon enough, the slender hips were pushing back slightly to meet each upward thrust of the slick fingers inside him, wanting to feel them deeper, harder. Only as soon as he had found a rhythm that semi satisfied that urge, the fingers were gone. Whining softly, his head lifted and he looked up at the amused golden gaze still watching him. "P..please..d..d..don't stop," he whined, his lower half doing a little dance of need.
"Don't worry little Dracon, I don't plan to. We're just going to replace it with something a little more fulfilling," she purred down at him, stroking over the side of his face. Then, bending down, she picked him up effortlessly, pulling his small frame over her lap. The shaft he had been so busy pleasuring was now nestled between his rear cheeks, the tip leaking pre over his already slick tailhole. "Sit back" she orders, helping to angle him to the right position. The trusting puppy instantly did as told. Nothing had hurt yet after all. The widening of the pink eyes and the soft gasp that accompanied the feeling of the tip of her length pushing into him had her groaning silently. As did the oh so hot tightness that was starting to envelope her. She knew he was surely experiencing some discomfort, but his expression was one of curious pleasure. He had been worked up so much and denied so long, the feel of something that had been pleasurable before was enough to get him to want to work through the slight pain of being stretched so wide. So when her paws pushed down slightly on his hips, he willingly moved to take more of her, little face scrunching up slightly.
His breathing caught, a little whimper of true pain escaping him and her paws held him still, allowing him to adjust to the feel of the two inches he had taken thus far. One of her slender paws moving to wrap around the small length, coaxing it back to full life again. Moving with expert skill and care, she intertwined the pleasure and pain in his innocent mind, knowing that some would want him to enjoy the pain of being full with little preparation. And they always paid more for one who was convincing in that enjoyment. So, before he was truly ready, she pushed up again, a low moan pushed from her into one of his laid back ears. Still stroking his erection, even as she deflowered his tight little tailhole. The boy, innocent, trusting, didn't fight. Just letting her abuse his small frame without more then a small noise of discomfort now and then.
Eventually, she felt him loosen and stop fighting her. Chuckling a little, she angled herself, the tip of her teasing his prostate as she pushed deeper yet again. Grinning at the sharp gasp then moan as the pleasure shot through him. The slender hips shifted, wriggled, then pushed down again, wanting that pleasure. This time, she let him control the pace, knowing it wouldn't be quite the same without her controlling. And she was right. Within moments, he was whining needfully, eyes meeting hers as he squirmed on her lap. Please, he mouthed, unable to form the words to beg. That was the sign she had been waiting for.
Gripping his hips firmly, leaving his little length alone, she lifted him up, then thrust him back down hard, not stopping until she was buried to the hilt inside him. Pushing firmly against his prostate the entire time. His eyes widened then closed tightly and small paws held onto her forearms. A drop of pre fell on her silk covered stomach, staining the fabric. Giving him but a moment to enjoy the feeling of being full, of her sheath against his stretched ring. Then she was moving, taking him slow, but firmly. Driving deep into him again and again, hitting that bump that would keep him squirming each time she thrust. His tailhole gripped her from time to time, but no longer the borderline painful grip she had first experienced. No longer virginal, he was now being introduced to the world of sex. Her world.
Dracon's eyes went half lidded, unable to stop watching her as she used his small body. The pain still there, but not to the point that it was stopping the pleasure. He hadn't felt this good in all of his life. And if it meant pain to get this full feeling, the slick thrusting in and out of him, he was willing to accept it. Eventually, his hips started to wriggle and squirm on each down stroke, teasing himself, and her with the motions. The answering grin he received for his efforts sent another rush of pleasure through him. He was pleasing her. He was making her happy. Just knowing that had him almost close to that unattainable, until now, peak. His small body tightened and tensed, small passage clenching around her as he whined. The ignored length between his legs jerking. Understanding in her eyes, her grin widened and her thrusts changed.
Now she moved with intent, no longer just enjoying the feel of him. She had a goal now and she was determined to reach it. Her hips moved powerfully into his, the hard shaft invading him seeming to grow larger, the feel of her barbs dragging along his walls with ever increasing pleasure/pain. The peak getting closer as his prostate was abused sweetly. Then, the tingling building sensation finally exploded. With a low shout, he was jerking in her grip, the small length coating her chest and stomach with white cum, tailhole milking her length hungrily. She held off, through force of will alone, and watched him cum, his first climax of his young life.
Waiting only until he had started to come down from his pleasure high before her hips thrust up hard once, twice, four times, the barbs flaring out fully, digging into his walls and holding her in place. A low moan fell from her lips as she started to cum, the thick hot cum filling his tiny body, warming him from the inside out. The sensation of each pulse traveling along her length, twitching inside him had his own orgasm prolonging, making him whimper and collapse against her now messy front. Her arms closed around him as she finished filling him, branding him as hers. Behind them, the forgotten Malcolm groaned softly as he came himself, into his own paw. A satisfied smile meeting his own smug one. The boy would do nicely, just like they had both thought. | Dracon's Story: Chapter 1 by Mistress Adrianna | [
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Orao and Lamika spent a lot of time together and Orao thought it was time to move to the next step. Lamika would often spend the night and Orao would visit her at the courthouse. This just didn't seem like enough for Orao though. He wanted to take care of Lamika and sleep by her side every evening. He wanted to cook for her in the evening and wait for her to come home to him. In short he wanted Lamika to move into the loft with him. He thought about it and wondered. They had only been together for a little over four months and he wasn't sure if he wanted to pop a question like this on her. Orao new Lamika loved him but did she want to lie next to him every evening and awake next to him every morning. All he could do is wonder. Lamika could tell something bothered him but their were no clues as to what it was. Orao got lucky when he got an inside tip on a company. Orao made a fortune in investing and he now had more wealth that he could ever need. Now it was time he thought, I'll ask her when we go out to celebrate.
Orao arranged another dinner at Shay Purr and they went down that evening to celebrate. Lamika ate while her thoughts ran rapid in her mind. She new that he was going to ask her something but didn't know what it was. Could he be thinking of marriage she thought suddenly chocking on a piece of meat? Orao went to her side immediately to see if she was ok and she regained her self quickly. Lamika excused herself and went into the bathroom. She starred at herself in the mirror if he asked she would have to say no, that is to say she would need to wait till a better time in her career for that. She loved him deeply and had seen other relationships fail on a faulted proposal. No she thought I would not lose Orao, even if it meant quitting her job to be with him. Nothing would get in the way of them being together. Lamika came back and sat down at the table. Orao decided it was time.
"Lamika I have something I want you to consider for me," he said nervously, "Please just hear me out before you say anything."
"Now that I'm rich I plan on staying home so that I can follow my other interests and I want to take care of things and feel like I'm making a difference in the life of the women I love," he said as her eyes widened and a look of suspense flowed onto her face.
Lamika put her paw on Orao's, "I promise I won't be angry, after all I love you more than anything or anyone in the world ever could, so go ahead and ask what you want of me," Lamika assured him.
Orao felt a little better, "So well here it is, I want you to move in with me," a look of relief warmed over her as she got up.
"I love you, I would love to move in with you," Lamika said as she hugged him.
Orao and Lamika smiled at each other and kissed as they passionately embraced. Orao was thrilled that she took it so well not realizing what she had been thinking and worrying about only a few minutes earlier. They danced for a while and finally went back to Orao's soon to be their home.
Orao had all of her things brought to his loft the next day and supervised the decorating and reconstruction of the loft to make her more comfortable in her new surroundings. Orao was going to leave no chance of her being uncomfortable in their home.
Orao quit his work as a stockbroker only keeping his friends and himself as clients. He continued to make money for his friends and himself and in return he got favors that made him more comfortable. Lamika loved moving into the loft and he had taken every precaution so she would be happy. Nothing could equal the love and dedication he had shown her.
Lamika loved living with Orao in the spacious loft. She loved to go to sleep by his side every evening; she loved to awaken next to Orao every morning. Lamika loved how he was waiting for her every afternoon with a hot meal just for her. It felt wonderful the way her being around him made everything better. She only wondered if he would be happy like this forever and what she could do to prove her love to him the way he proved it to her. Orao was thrilled to spend every waking moment dedicating his very essence to her happiness.
Lamika was happy for three months before something just didn't seem right anymore. She felt like she didn't express how much she loved him and instinctively he new something was wrong. Orao was not completely aware of her uncertainty but he did want to know what it was. One evening they sat to eat and Orao decided for better or worse he needed to know.
"Honey, are you unhappy?" he said, his voice low and deep.
"No! No! I love you I've just been feeling like I don't make you happy," she said as she stood up suddenly.
He stood up and hugged Lamika, "I will live my life serving your happiness until the day I die," a tear fell from his cheek, "I do what I do and live the way I live because I choose it this way and I have never once regretted it."
Lamika cried, "I love you so much and I don't know how I can show it, you've done so much for me and I feel like theirs nothing I can do for you."
"Your doing it right now," he whispered to her as a smile came to his face, "You return the love I have for you and nothing could make me happier than that."
He lifted her head and kissed her. Lamika calmed down and they finished the meal. Lamika felt better and realized what she could do for him but it required him making the first move. She wanted to accept a marriage proposal from him, she new it was just a matter of time before he would ask her.
Lamika soon found out from a friend of his that Orao hadn't proposed to her because he new she might have said no and she felt ashamed for anything she ever did to instill such a fear in him. She thought back to the night she thought he might propose and almost went to tears at what she would have done to him if she had said no that night. Lamika talked to her friends at work about how to show him she would say yes if he asked and for the most part they said, "If she loved him he would figure it out." Unknown to Lamika one of her best friends was already in league with Orao to find out when she wanted to get married. Lamika's friend Jen called Orao and told him about what the girls and Lamika had been talking about that day and Orao jumped for joy.
Orao already had the perfect plan and started implementing it immediately. First he diligently worked on the start of a painting. It had to be perfect and he worked long and hard slowly creating a masterpiece. Every stroke in its proper place as he tested the extent of his ability and skill. It took three weeks to paint the first stage of the painting but he didn't tire his will to strong to let him stop as he spent an eternity on every brush stroke. Lamika could tell that he was up to something but she had no idea what it was. He asked Lamika to pose for a special painting and she stood every day as he painted. He never let her see the painting, saying it would be a wonderful surprise. She had never seen him work so hard on a painting, the look on his face that of deep thought and complete concentration. For weeks she stood for him and she wondered what it was. Orao had never taken longer that a couple of days to do a painting before and she wondered what the painting was of. Orao finally finishing the painting one evening put a tarp on it and went over to Lamika. He kissed her and thanked her for posing.
"So can I see the painting now," Lamika said with a look of complete curiosity.
"Tomorrow night my love, after dinner I will explain everything," he smiled as he kissed her again.
Lamika decided to be patient and went to bed. Orao laid out a gray suit and skirt so he knew what she would be wearing the next day before he went to bed. Orao didn't sleep that night and just lay there looking at the women he loved so much and with a deep sigh hugged her tight to his chest. He pretended to be asleep as she got up in the morning so that she wouldn't be suspicious. After Lamika left, Orao moved out of bed and started setting up everything he needed to for the perfect night. Orao started cleaning the fireplace and hung the covered painting up above it. He then proceeded to set a small dining table in front while he roasted a large turkey dinner, Lamika's favorite. An hour before he expected Lamika home he built a fire in the fireplace and lit the candles on the table. Orao then dressed in a jet-black suit with gold trim on it. A neatly folded red Handkerchief stuck out of the jacket pocket over his heart. He stood on the balcony and waited for his beloved to walk into the building.
Orao saw Lamika walk into the building and he rushed back in. He put the turkey on the table and turned on his large entertainment center. Orao played a tape he had prepared for this and he listened to the romantic music flowing through the room just like their first date. Orao stood in front of the door and waited for her to open it. Lamika was surprised when she opened the door to see Orao in the suit she had bought him for his birthday. He looked handsome in the suit and she could tell he was wearing cologne. Orao picked Lamika up and she was whisked over to the table in front of the roaring fire. She listened to the music from the stereo and took a long whiff of the turkey dinner he had prepared. Lamika kissed Orao and sat at the table. They ate silently as Lamika anticipated him to reveal his surprise, the suspense and curiosity was killing her.
They finished dinner and Orao put his hand on Lamika's. They stood and Orao put Lamika in front of the painting. He asked her to close her eyes. Lamika closed her eyes excited as a child waiting for a piece of candy. He removed the cover and knelt behind Lamika. He then told her to open her eyes. Lamika opened her eyes and starred at the painting, it was so life like she thought. The painting was of Orao kneeling in front of her with an open ring box in the suit he was wearing. Lamika was standing before him with a smile. All this was in front of a roaring fireplace, next to a table with lit candles. Lamika's eyes widened when she realized what it meant. Lamika closed her eyes and a tear slid down her cheek as she slowly turned around. Lamika opened her eyes and started to cry as she gazed upon Orao kneeling before her with an open ring box in his hand. A ring of unparallel beauty lay in the box, it had a large diamond surrounded by a heart shaped pattern of rubies all set in a gold band.
"Please tell me you will be at my side for eternity?" he said with love in his eyes and a soft gentle voice.
"Yes," Lamika answered the tears running from her eyes as she knelt down and hugged him crying in excitement. Orao allowed a tear to fall onto her shoulder as he slid the beautiful ring on his lover's finger. Orao and Lamika kissed and embraced each other passionately never wanting the feeling to end. There love was unparallel and Lamika was happy to finally show him how much she loved him. | A lovely Surprise by Hidden Heart | [
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Chapter 3
Pyrope couldn't see anything through the thick, swirling mists that surrounded him, but as he moved forward the path ahead seemed to slowly clear until he could see open, green fields. He ran effortlessly along the ground, not feeling the pull of gravity at all, stopping only when he felt the ground start to tremble beneath his paws. He glanced round, his fur standing on end as the sky seemed to darken, changing from light to dark blue and ending finally as an angry purple covering. He shivered in fear, his ears filling with a loud, deep noise that increased in volume with the increasing instability of the world. In an instant a large 4X4 hurtled over a nearby hill, growling loudly and careening towards the scared puppy. Pyrope turned to run, his wide eyes leaping around the landscape in a vain attempt to find refuge. Despite his attempts to escape he suddenly felt sluggish and his limbs dragged through the air as like when you try to run in deep water. The car rapidly closed the distance between them, the roaring in his ears growing unbearable as the mists swept him up once again and the world grew and darker and darker...
"Hey, wake up, puppy," said Pyrope's owner softly, shaking the moaning growlithe lightly. The canine blinked as he tried to get the sleep out of his eyes, his head throbbing slightly. As his nightmare faded away it was replaced by a different sort of nightmare as he saw his new owner and the two pokemon he'd been drugged into having sex with. "Good to see you're up," smiled his owner, scritching behind Pyrope's ear. Pyrope's fur quivered angrily as he was touched, the action sparking on his frustrations from the previous day. With a snarl he snapped at the man's hand. Just before his teeth closed over the hand, Randy's cheeks sparked and sent out two jolts of electricity into Pyrope. The growlithe yelped and flinched back, giving his owner a chance to pull his hand away. "Good boy, Randy," praised his trainer, "I guess our new acquisition isn't going to go as easily as I'd hoped." Randy sighed and shook his head, his eyes never leaving Pyrope as he watched attentively for any sign of an attack.
"Let's go over a few basic things, puppy," stated his master, taking a short, black, leather whip from a cupboard and letting it hang down to the floor, "I'm your master. That's all you need to know about me. What you need to know about you is that you must obey me. If you don't then you're going to get punished." The lash of the whip flashed forward, striking Pyrope's left shoulder, forcing him to jump to the side, trying to lessen the blow. "Attempting to bite me is very strictly forbidden!" The whip cracked on Pyrope's skin a few more times, each time the sound echoed in the room it was joined with a subsequent yelp and a small puff of orange and black fur. Each lash struck him exactly where it was intended, driving him in a tight circle as he tried to avoid the blows. Once the whipping stopped Pyrope collapsed on the ground whimpering loudly, flinching each time his master moved, worried the pain would start again. "Stay still," instructed his master, kneeling down next to the scared puppy. He brought a potion out of his pocket and spraying it where the whip had struck the growlithe. It stung but immediately afterwards Pyrope felt a warm tingle as the injury was healed. "Now are you going to behave?" asked his master, poking him with the whip. Scared of being whipped again he nodded. This caused his master to praise him and scritch his ears gently, sending a pleasurable tingle up them.
"You need to learn to enjoy sex, little doggy," explained his master, putting a cassette into a video machine. Pyrope was seated between Randy and Sheba on a couch, facing the TV set. It was a few hours after he'd been whipped and the day had only been him spending time with Randy and Sheba and occasionally playing a few normal games with his owner. However, once his trainer began talking about sex again, Pyrope's ears flattened. He remembered the talk of being a slut and then vaguely recalled his mating with both Sheba and Randy. He shook his head to try and get the memory out of his mind, unsure whether it had been a dream or not. The three pokemon watched the TV set as their master pressed the play button. Pyrope had no idea what was going on, having never even seen a TV before in his life, but the pikachu and furret both knew what was going to happen. They had to as they were both vital to Pyrope's reconditioning. The TV screen came to life, showing a full colour image of the room Pyrope had been kept in the previous and most of that day. He could see himself on the screen, recognising himself from his reflection, which he'd observed a couple of times, as well as Randy and Sheba. He gave an unsure meep, glancing around to make sure they were both still next to him. His nose twitched as he tried to find a scent for the on-screen pokemon, not getting anything. He watched himself take the 'sweet' from Randy and then stumble around a bit before Randy reached between his legs and Sheba pressed her cunt onto his face. "Listen to yourself," commented the man, turning the volume up higher until the moans of the three pokemon on the TV echoed loudly in the room, "You're such a slut. There you are with two partners, one a male, and you can't get enough." Pyrope's fur stood up on the back of his neck as he realised that it wasn't just a dream. He had mated with both his room mates. He didn't understand it and the fact that he was enjoying it on the tape scared him. He didn't think he could, especially not with another male. He knew what he was meant to do; only have one mate, a female, and not yiff anyone else.
Pyrope's heartbeat grew faster and the puppy began to pant, the room seeming to spin slightly. He felt like he had to get away but as soon as he made an attempt to escape his master grabbed him by the leather collar that had been affixed around his neck earlier in the day. He gave a choked yelp, squirming as he struggled to pull away. "You're not allowed to leave. This is an important part of your training," explained his master. His master stood up from where he was sitting, just behind the couch and picked Pyrope up, dangling him at arms length by the collar. He whimpered and gasped, writhing helplessly as his air supply began to dwindle. He wasn't up for long before he was dropped back onto the couch. "That collar has a shock system built into it," warned his master, "All that I have to do is push one button and you'll be in as much pain as this morning. Do you understand?" Pyrope made no attempt to say whether he did or didn't but breathed out a small flame, all that he could muster in his condition, and dashed for the door. His master sighed, stepping back to avoid the flames and simultaneously taking out the collar's remote form his pocket. With his thumb he pushed down the red button. There was crack followed by a loud yelp and Pyrope stumbled off course, crashing head-first into the wall.
The man reached down and picked Pyrope up from the floor, dropping the dizzy growlithe back on the couch. "I know you enjoyed it last time," commented his master, "But you were too drugged to remember it properly. Now this is your chance to feel better and remember it. And if you don't then you're going to be punished again." The man clicked his fingers and Sheba pounced onto Pyrope, rolling him onto his back and curling her long tail firmly around his chest. Pyrope yelped in surprise as the larger pokemon turned him over and wrapped him in her tail. His forelegs were pinned against his sides and she used her own forepaws to hold his hind legs still and apart. He whimpered, squirming as he struggled to get free. Once again his collar emitted a strong shock to his body, forcing his muscles to tense painfully and making him yelp loudly. "Stay still," ordered his trainer, "Don't make Sheba struggle here." (capitalise) with a tear running down his cheek Pyrope went still, whimpering softly as Sheba ducked her head between his spread legs and dragged her tongue over his furred, white sheath. Despite his lack of response at first Sheba persevered, managing to eventually cause Pyrope's sheath to begin to swell as his cock began filling with blood.
Randy was still on the couch next to the two mating pokemon. He was now facing them from a reclined position, leaning against the arm rest. His small yellow paw cupping his balls, gently rolling them around, squeezing gently. As he watched the furret before him forcing herself on the growlithe, his own sheath began to fill and in very little time the pink tip of his rodent dick was poking out in the air.
Once Pyrope's red cock began to slide out of it's protective covering Sheba placed her lips at the head and slid them over it, engulfing the entire length in her mouth. She curled her tongue around it tasting the trace of her own juice mixed with the pup's cum from the night before. Rapidly the taste was washed away by her eager tongue, bathing the whole length in her saliva, making it slick. The growlithe moaned despite himself as her lips slid up and down his cock bringing out strong feelings of pleasure. As he became immersed deeper in his physical desires he began to enjoy the feel of Sheba's tail wrapped around him and pinning him still. He felt warmer than usual and he began to lap at the thick, silky, striped fur of the furret's tail. When she then ceased to suck he gave a whine of genuine disappointment.
Randy let his paw travel higher until he was lightly stroking his pink, rodent cock. His tail quivered as he lay his head back, sighing deeply at the tingle that began to build up in his genitals and grow ever stronger. A tap to his head by his trainer warned him not to get too excited though and Randy quickly withdrew his paw, bringing it up to his twitchy nose. Taking a long sniff of his paw, Randy savoured his own musky scent, breathing it in until it was all gone. Finally he opened his mouth and tossed in a small tablet, swallowing it down before turning his attention back to the two mating pokemon in front of him.
Sheba maintained her hold on Pyrope with her tail but now climbed on top of him, pressing him down firmer with her forepaws as she positioned her cunt over the head of his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, a few beads of her juice dripping out in anticipation of mating the young growlithe. She gasped as she hilted his cock in a single motion, feeling it part her lips and sink into her depths. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever taken, growlithe being a fairly small pokemon, but it was the hottest. Pyrope's fire blood pulsed throughout it's length, heating it beyond that of the average pokemon. He threw his head back as his meat was gripped by the muscular hold of Sheba's muff. It's juice running down his rod and leaking over his sack, making him shiver eagerly.
With Pyrope pinned down Sheba could control the speed and strength of the mating. She began slowly, making sure both of their organs were well coated with their fluids, Pyrope's cock constantly leaking pre in the manner of canines and contributing most of the lubrication. As her thrusts down onto Pyrope became easier Sheba started to pick up the pace, gripping tightly with her cunt, feeling every vein her partners dick as it pumped through her vaginal tunnel, rubbing smoothly against her nerve-filled walls. Pyrope squirmed, throwing his head back and moaning as her walls clenched around him. Each time he felt himself sinking into her tight grip he could feel the base of his cock swelling up to form his thick knot. The bulge of flesh eventually began to bump up against Sheba's nether-lips, making a spurt of their mixed sex fluids splatter out.
Sheba gasped as she felt the swelling pressing roughly onto her cunt and lifted herself up off of Pyrope's twitching cock until the head rested barely within the grip of her twin, slippery lips. With a grunt she slammed her hips down against the puppy's, driving his love-pole deep into her body, causing her to climax as his knot forced its way into her cunt. She cried out loudly as the dog-type pokemon tied her while her muscular pussy spasmed tightly around his length. Her juices squirted past the knot, driven by the strong contractions and splattered the couch with the strongly-scented fluids. Howling as he felt the rippling muscles around his slick rod, Pyrope squirmed as he attempted to buck deeper into Sheba. His cock and body were both pulsing with pleasure that left his mind blank as he shot his thick cream inside Sheba. As he orgasmed his master pressed the green button on his collar's remote and the collar began to send a low power buzz of electricity into Pyrope, further heightening his pleasure until he could barely breathe he was panting so fast.
Exhausted as she was Sheba made sure to pull both her and Pyrope into a comfortable position on the couch before she lay back, groaning as his dick was still locked in her body. She uncurled her tail, sliding it away from Pyrope and letting it hang down off the edge of the couch, finally closing her eyes to rest, murring softly as she felt her body entering the early stages of her heat.
Seeing Pyrope now lying exposed on his back, muzzle open slightly as he panted with exhaustion, Randy got up, crawling over the white-bellied pup until he sat on his chest. "Now be a good puppy and just suck," instructed Randy softly, placing a paw on the back of Pyrope's head and bringing it forward until his cock slipped inside between Pyrope's parted lips. Pyrope was still bathing in the afterglow from his orgasm with Sheba and the pleasurable shock from his collar that he didn't even notice what was slid into his muzzle. All Pyrope noticed was a salty but pleasurable taste as Randy's dick touched against his tongue, the electric pokemon's pre cum being smeared along it.
The fire puppy's tongue curled around Randy's cock, it's warm, wet surface as soft as silk and sending a shiver down the pikachu's back. Pyrope closed his lips around it, bobbing his head ever so slightly as he suckled, drinking down all the pre that began to ooze out. "Oh yeah," groaned Randy, "That's good." He leaned his head back, murring loudly as Pyrope delivered his first blow job to the mouse. The soft, drowsy movements building on Randy's excitement, which was already high from the scent of sex that hung heavy in the air.
Randy took a hold of Pyrope's head, starting to buck into the hot muzzle as he began to near his peak, his breathe coming out in short gasps. His meat was now a dark red colour and throbbing hard as it waited, tensed and ready to release it's seed. With a sharp thrust Randy gasped loudly, shuddering as his orgasm shuddered through his body making everything from his ears to his tail buzz with ecstasy. Pyrope yipped with surprise as his muzzle was filled with the thick, creamy seed but he quickly gulped it down, murring at the taste that was tinged with sweetness. Unknown to him, the sweetness was an addictive drug Randy had taken just before the blow job and now it dissolved into the growlithe's blood stream, rushing to his brain and beginning to change it slightly, building a desire for the taste of cum.
Still murring, Randy climbed off the fluffy, white chest of the puppy pokemon and walked wobbly to bed. The three pokemon's trainer smiled happily as he watched Sheba and Pyrope drifting off to sleep together on the couch, the scent of Sheba's heat growing quickly in the room. He flicked the lights off, locked the door and went to his own room. | Sold-3 by Rakuen Growlithe | [
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Author's Note: A very short naughty piece based on a really cool sketch of Feral requested by a fan of mine from a fantastic artist on Fur Affinity named laviniarevolution5. It was suggested I write a piece on what might have happened to Feral, one drunken night. So here I am giving it a try. Hope you all like it! LOL Check my site on FA to see the pic, he's nude, seen from the rear with a new tattoo on his butt.
Feral woke up Saturday morning with a hellacious headache, a sore tail hole and a painful butt cheek. He sat on his bed rubbing his temples to try and relieve the pounding but it didn't help so he staggered off to his bathroom to relieve himself and take some aspirin.
Returning to his bedroom, he found himself absentmindedly rubbing his butt. Frowning, he went over to the mirror on his closet door and tried to see what was causing the stinging pain.
"What the fuck?" He blurted loudly as he saw the brand new tattoo on his left cheek as well as dried semen on his fur under his tail.
He was understandably upset at the sight of something he couldn't recall having had done but it was what it said that made him flaming mad. The tattoo was just words but what they said was shocking, 'THE SWAT KATS WERE HERE' in big bold letters of bright blue.
"What the Hell happened to me last night?" He said aloud, trying desperately to bring his memories into focus despite his aching head. His back end felt well used but he didn't feel like he had enjoyed the ride at all. He remembered going out to his favorite pub but nothing after that. How had he come in contact with those two then ended up in bed with the scent of sex all over him?
It had been a really bad day with reams of paperwork, an undeserved chewing out by Manx and to top the day off, Dark Kat decided to make the scene and trash Enforcer Headquarters. Apparently, he was fed up with their constant interference with his plans and since he couldn't find the SWAT Kats, the enforcers were the next on his hit list.
It was near sunset when he charged in with dozens of small, fleet little jets that were able to do a great deal of damage without the enforcers being able to take them out. It wasn't until the tower was a burning ruin and the flight line was pockmarked with mortar shell pits that the SWAT Kats finally managed to take the mini jets out.
The only good thing that had happened was Feral had been able to be a part of the smack down of Dark Kat's fear ship and taking the creep into custody.
That had made him feel real good but the hours of clean up and paperwork had spoiled it for him. Tired and too uptight to even attempt to sleep, Feral had decided to go out and have a couple of beers at his favorite hangout. Dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and his favorite enforcer t-shirt, he pulled on a pair of black loafers and his black leather jacket and went out.
Gibson's Pub had an Irish Pub like feel to it and was a favorite hangout for enforcers and other security types. Here the tired and dispirited defenders of the city came to drink, share war stories, play pool and have impromptu therapy sessions with their fellows.
It was crowded and noisy when Feral entered. The one thing he truly liked about this place was the unspoken agreement that rank was left at the door allowing those burdened with the responsibilities of leadership to be able to let down their guard a little and be just one of the guys for a few hours. The pub's warm feeling of camaraderie eased their souls before they went back out to fight once more.
The owner gave him a nod of recognition and brought him his favorite beer without being asked. Feral gave him a wane smile as he accepted the drink and made for a quiet corner. From there he could watch the pool games, listen to the conversation around him and drink in peace.
The constant buzz of voices and the thunk, drop of pool balls on the tables soothed his battered soul allowing him to let the tension ease from him slowly. Bits and pieces of the day's events drifted to his ears. The general consensus was, despite the mess their headquarters was in and the sad loss of many of their comrades, there was a feeling of celebration that the worst of their enemies was behind bars though there were comments about how they wished the creep would stay behind bars.
Feral had to wince at that. It was far too true that they couldn't keep these omegas in their cells longer than a few months...if that long. It was depressing. As he mused about ways to solve that particular problem, he continued to drink steadily.
Normally, he usually didn't drink so much that he was flat out drunk. He did have his reputation to uphold, but tonight he was tired, fed up, and depressed about the mess his headquarters was in and the fact he would have to fight city hall for the funds to do the repairs on Monday. That thought soured him even more.
Focused on his problems, Feral failed to note the door had opened and admitted a recognized and not so welcome pair of ex-enforcers. The pair kept a low profile, not calling attention to themselves, as they made for the bar and sat down on a pair of stools that had just been vacated.
Just as rank was left at the door so was any ostracization of ex-enforcers. There were those that felt the pair had been unfairly booted out and it was those enforcers that stood and made a protective half circle around the pair to shoot the breeze while unintentionally blocking them from the rest of the room.
Their friends couldn't help but notice how tired and worn the pair was tonight, which was puzzling since most knew they worked at the salvage yard and shouldn't be this exhausted. Of course, many didn't know the pair ran a garage and towing business and would have been angry and shocked to learn they were also a certain pair of vigilantes that were constantly pulling their tails out of the fire. Since they didn't know, the two toms were able to relax and enjoy the warmth of friendship.
After about an hour, some of their friends returned to other pursuits, leaving the two tom's alone to drink in peace. That was when one of the pair noticed the familiar face sitting against the wall watching a pool game and nudged his friend with his elbow.
"Look who's getting rather soused tonight." The burly tabby remarked.
"Humph! Yeah, well I'm not surprised. It's been a really shitty day for both of us." His companion said with a grunt.
"You ain't kidding." The tabby said with a snort.
The two drank and talked with others for another hour or so while watching the Commander continue to drink in the corner.
It was really late when the bar crowd began to thin out. The pair of ex-enforcers prepared to leave as well when they saw the Commander finally rise to do the same. It was obvious the huge tom had probably drank more than he normally would as he moved with the exaggerated carefulness of the thoroughly drunk.
Eyeing Feral's passage through the bar and the fact he never saw them even though he passed right past them, gave the bigger of the two a wicked idea.
"Jake, why don't we see our good friend gets home safely?" Chance suggested with a wicked grin as he began to follow the huge tom.
Jake jerked his head around to stare at Chance with a dumbfounded look. "What?"
"I have an absolutely, incredibly evil idea. Something that will make Feral never forget who is the best at keeping this city safe." Chance sniggered as he hurried to catch up with the Commander, a confused Jake trailed behind him.
Feral had stepped outside to the sidewalk and seemed to be waiting for something. Chance guessed he was taking a taxi home since there seemed to be no sign of his distinctive vehicle.
"Chance, what are you going to do?" Jake hissed softly so the huge tom wouldn't hear them.
"Just follow my lead, buddy." Chance said as he went up to Feral. "Hey, Commander, you look like you've overindulged a bit. Want us to give you a lift home?" He asked with fake politeness.
Feral turned to see who was addressing him and stared at the tabby owlishly. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said, surprised and angered, his words slurring a bit.
"Enjoying a night out just like you." The burly tom said innocently. "However, it seems you've enjoyed it bit more than us. Wouldn't look good for the Chief Enforcer to be seen drunk in public, sir."
"Leave me alone or I'll find a way to have you locked up." Feral growled flatly, his fists clenched at his side.
"Aww, come on sir. I only offered you a ride." Chance said holding up his paws.
"I don't need a ride...piss off!" Feral snarled swaying a little on his feet.
Chance reached out as if he was helping to steady the Commander but in reality he crushed a small gas capsule in his fingers and held his breath. Feral, being mostly drunk, succumbed to the gas quickly.
Shocked, Jake barely managed to grab the tom as Chance caught Feral's other side to prevent the Commander from doing a face plant on the cement sidewalk.
"Great! What the hell do you think you are doing, Chance and what are we going to do with him now?" Jake hissed angrily.
"I saw something just down the way that will ensure Feral will never forget this night." Chance said smirking and pointing his chin toward a place just a couple of buildings down that was still open this late at night.
A blinking, garish sign said, 'Jade's Tattoo Parlor'. Jake gaped at the sign then back at his partner in stunned realization.
"Oh no way!"
"Yes, way. Now come on and drag him over there." Chance said firmly.
The two managed to drag the unconscious dark tom over to the parlor. Claiming the tom to be a good friend of theirs who had passed out drunk and the trick they wanted to play on him, the tattoo parlor operator smirked in good humor and did as they asked.
While the tattoo operator did her work, the two toms noted Feral already had a tattoo.
"Will you look at that!" Jake snorted in amusement.
"Thinks highly of himself doesn't he? Wonder when he got that done?" Chance commented at the sight of an enforcer emblem on Feral's right butt cheek.
"Might have been another drunken night when he graduated from the academy." Jake mused.
"Wouldn't doubt it." Chance snorted in agreement.
Jake had a hard time containing his laughter after the work was done and he and Chance were lifting the heavy tom upright. Thanking the she-kat for her fine work and paying her with Feral's own money, they escorted the still unconscious Commander out of the shop and down the alley to their tow truck where they packed him onto the seat between them. His wallet had yielded his address so they drove him home.
They managed to wrestle the dark tom to his apartment without being seen, carrying him all the way in to his bedroom. They stripped his clothes off and dropped him nude face down on his bed. As Jake was about to pull a sheet over the unconscious form, Chance made a suggestion.
"Ya know, he's got a really fine ass there and that pair of tattoos look great on him. I think we should have a little more fun with him before we bid him goodnight," he said, a dark look of heated speculation in his eyes.
Jake eyed his friend quizzically. "Just what do you have in mind?" He asked narrowly.
Rather than answer, Chance proceeded to caress the butt on the bed for a moment, thoughtfully, before opening his pants and slipping them and his shoes off and leaving them on the floor. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Feral's back end upward so that the tom was on his knees.
Jake's eyes widened in shock as he watched Chance run his gradually hardening cock over Feral's tight furry butt, holding the tail out of the way.
It didn't take really long for the tabby to get hard as he anticipated taking his antagonist for a well deserved ride. Meanwhile Jake was becoming really excited watching his friend use Feral. He pulled his own hardening cock from his pants and kept his eyes on the hot action going on before him.
Chance groaned with pleasure as he got hot and hard. 'Oh yes, this was going to be good!' He thought darkly. Rubbing some of his pre-come over his cock and Feral's tail hole, he prepared to pierce that hot channel in one thrust.
He growled excitedly as he plunged into that welcome heat. Feral groaned sleepily but didn't wake as his body responded a little from the stimulation, his cock getting a little hard. By now Jake was as hard as steel and he was panting and moaning as he stroked himself watching Chance ride Feral's body into the mattress.
After some ten minutes, Chance gave a wild cry and released his hot semen into the relaxed channel. When he was done, he pulled carefully out and grinned at his partner as he climbed off the bed.
"He's really hot when he's all relaxed like that. Makes me think he's been used before. Give it a try, buddy, you'll enjoy it." Chance said grinning wickedly as he got redressed.
Grinning eagerly, Jake took Chance's place behind Feral on the bed. Since the tom was already well lubricated, Jake wasted no time shoving his achingly hard cock into the dark tom. He moaned in pleasure as he rode the tom hard.
Feral growled and moaned in his sleep, shifting his hips a bit but not moving away or waking. Chance decided to add to the fun by sitting beside Feral and jacking the huge cock while Jake plowed the tom's butt. Just as Jake came howling and jetting his come into Feral which spilled out and covered the sheets, Chance brought Feral to a sleepy climax, the dark tom's own seed mixing with the cinnamon tom's . Panting and pleased, the smaller tom withdrew and patted the butt he'd just been in.
"Thanks for the excellent ride there Commander. You are one hot ass." Jake told the unconscious form, smirking.
"Goodnight, sleeping beauty!" Chance laughed as he wiped his paw on the sheet then pulled Feral into a more comfortable position before covering him with the bedding.
"Wonder how much of tonight he's going to remember?" Jake said, laughing too, while he set his clothes to right.
"Probably none of it and that will drive him crazy!" The tabby snickered as they left the apartment ensuring to lock the door on the way out.
Laughing their heads off, the pair headed home. This was one joke that was going to get lots of mileage for them in the humor department as well as satisfaction knowing they had taken their pleasure of the arrogant tom as well. Every time they saw him from now on they would laugh their heads off knowing what was under those tight enforcer pants.
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*Part three of the Corruption of Innocence. Kiara wakes to a new world.*
Kiara would wake the next morning slowly. He would feel her start to stir. Her eyes would flutter open and she moaned softly. Her hand coming up to touch her neck where the wound from the bite was already flawlessly smooth once again.
He licked at her face affectionately, just glad to see that she was alright. Part of him had been cursing his demonic hunger... Cursing the lust he had for blood, especially hers. But he said nothing, and just pressed a great deal of affection to her, glad to see she was alright
She turned her head to look at him. There was something strange in her eyes. Something that had never been there before. She smiled slowly and closed her eyes again. "Will we do that again?"
He smiled warmly, just glad that she was alright. Part of him wanted to say no, but the demonic blood flowing in his veins screamed out the real answer ... Yes... I think in time, we will... But that is dangerous for us to do too often... Your body will pass out from loss of blood again... You had me worried
She frowned slightly and looked at him slyly, a smile toy at her lips. Her violet eyes flashing briefly. "What if I and drinking your blood at the same time... would I pass out then?" Yes there was a definite difference in her, though not an altogether bad one.
A singe brow raised. This was something he wanted to find out. The healers were already nearby... So why not? He reached up and made a small cut in his neck, enough for her to suckle on, as he guided her head to him. He waited to see if she would do this or not
She seemed to hesitate, for a small moment. The last of her dying conscious trying to scream at her to stop. But it was oh so very easy to ignore that now. She leaned up and very slowly licked his wound. His blood coating her tongue before she pressed her lips to it and began to hesitantly suck at his wound. Her eyes half closing as she wrapped her arms around him, pressed in herself against him.
It was an almost orgasmic feeling for him... Her suckling upon his neck. He would let her do so for a time, before he leaned in and bit into her neck, flooding his maw with her blood
She jumped a bit as she felt his teeth bite into her neck but she moaned softly against his neck and wrapped her arms around him tighter. The hissing feeling of pain and strange pleasure filling her senses as she drank from the wound in his neck, and felt her own blood draining to his.
His entire form arched against her, pressing every piece of him into her that he could. His breathing heavier as he felt her draining him, and only being replaced by what he took from her. The cycle was one that could go on forever if they did not stop, but there was some part of him that simply didn't care.
She was breathing heavy herself. Her ears were flat and her eyes had slowly turned red once he had bitten her. Her fingers clutched him tightly against her as she lost herself in this new, strange hunger. Sucking and licking at the wound. Swallowing hungrily at the salty bitter blood that seemed from her lover and down her throat. Her own blood, a quicksilver color, sweet and light, heady and strange. Not as good as a pure unicorns blood would have been.. there was a richness to it that was different, and corrupted. But she still was in essence a unicorn, albeit a fallen one.
Kage was lost in the sheer wonder of their joining in this moment. There was no act that was as intimate as this... Nothing ever felt as wonderfully as this did... This was something primal and demonic, and altogether special... Something that no one could share without bonding to the other. And there was nothing that he would allow to separate them in this moment, as he fed from her, and she fed from him, sustaining each other
Kiara shivered and after a very long time of staying entwined with him she moved her bloodstained lips from his. Her head spinning, drunk as it were. Her eyes a dark, angry crimson, like closing embers. "I love you Kage... "
When she pulled from him, he finally allowed himself to pull away from her. There was a great heavy panting on his breath, but he had to return the words that he should not have said ... I love you... Kiara...
She licked at her lips, cleaning them of blood as she gazed up at him. Her own breathing was a bit heavy and she caressed the lines of his vulpine face with her hand. Her eyes half closed as she was feeling very strange... but very good. "I think part of me died... but... I do not mourn it... "
He smiled warmly, and licked at her face, leaving soft smears of her blood across her cheek. At this level of her corruption, there was nothing that could stain her fur any longer... But now he just wanted to let her know of the level of affection he held for her ... .The last of your old self is gone... You have given yourself to me, body, heart, and soul... There is nothing that can separate us now... We are a part of each other.
She gave a flick of her ears and the crimson eyes were starting to fade slowly back into shades of softly glowing violet. "Soul? What is a soul? I have not heard of this thing." Her hands would continue to lightly caress him, strangely not caring about the blood smeared across her face.
He chuckled softly, and placed his finger over her heart... The soul is what makes us who we are... It is our life energy... Our very essence of being. It is what makes us alive, and different from plants and rocks... I ... I do not know if I have a soul... I am a half demon... And demons do not have souls... But I am half mortal as well, and they do...
She gave a tilt to her head, her ears flicking back as she considered that. "I do not know if I have a soul... Unicorns... we are not the same... we are different... and I am different from them now too... I am not a unicorn... I am something else... what am I?"
He gently traced a single finger down her face, the tenderness he only showed to her preset ... you are fallen... You are still a unicorn, but you have fallen to the darkness... Not that this is a bad thing... You will know pleasures and joys they will never experience... you know lust, and pleasure.. and most importantly, you know love... No other unicorn that has not fallen knows what love is...
She flicked her ears back. Fallen? Such a strange word. She shook her head. "I don't like that word... it make my gut twist funny... I want to be called something better... " She frowned slightly, his blood still lightly staining her lips.
He only smiled, and pressed his lips against hers for a moment before he leaned back .. You are called something better... . You are called Kiara... you are also the only one of your kind to have a name...
She smiled and caressed his face gently. "I am Kiara... but only to you... others see me and only see your pet, or a... a fallen... Wh-what will other unicorns do if they saw me now?" She had an uneasiness in her belly when she thought about that.
He had to be honest in this part, but he did sneak the venom of his deceit into it. the more he could keep her attuned to him, the better it was ... They will become jealous...They will want to hurt you... To take away the joy you have found here with me...
She pulled her lips back and flattened her ears. And strangely her teeth looked just a little different from normal. But the change wasn't obvious. "I would hurt them first... I would... I would... I would do something and make them hurt first.
He chuckled softly, and tenderly caressed his hand across her cheek ... I know you would love... but I wouldn't let them hurt you, or destroy that which we have worked so hard to create... Please do not worry...
She smiled and leaned into the touch of his hand. She hadden't thought about those other he had held below in the last few days, nor did she inquire about the one she had killed. Nor did she now. "What will we do today Kage?"
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders a little. He actually hadn't had anything planned but there was of course the important ones ... Well... We should probably eat before we go to whatever it is we decide...
She nodded slowly and smiled "I would like something to eat. Will... Will they have fruit for me today? Or can I go outside and graze? I would like that... but... it was so bright yesterday... it hurt my eyes... " She frowned slightly. "Its never hurt my eyes before.."
He nodded his head, quickly changing the subject ... Yes.. .I think we can have a picnic... We will have the food brought out to us, so you can graze as well as eat what the cook prepares for you... Does this sound good? ... And yes, I will make certain that we have some fruit for you this morning... And I asked them to make some more of the sausages you liked so much
She brightened, the violet eyes paling to a more shade of blue, just slightly. "I can go outside? Can we go to my forest? I miss my forest... please? I please Kage?" She looked to him hopefully, her hands lightly placed on his chest.
He wanted to take her to the forest, but he worried about what would happen when she got there. It wouldn't be the same anymore. But as she looked to him with those big pleading eyes, he simply couldn't deny her ... Y... Yes... We will go to your forest... But... The animals there will not remember you I think...
She frowned and shook her head. They wouldn't... she looked so strange now... she sighed. She longed for her woods again, longed and needed it. "Can we go now? I want to be home... I want to be in my woods."
He frowned a little and nodded his head. He knew that when she went back, she was going to be very upset... But he didn't have any choice now... He had promised her... Slowly he got up and offered his hand out towards her
She accepted his hand and stood up. She felt so good. Energized as she stood. Her movements ever graceful as she shook her mane out and her tail coiled around her hocks. She looked eager, happy, and ready to go, pacing about the room.
He however was far from as optimistic about this, and took her hand with his, and gently pulled her towards the door, leading her out of their room. It was a good walk, but he took her out of the castle, and past the village walls. They were finally out in the wilderness again, and before long, he took her out to the very edge of the forest where he had found her. It had taken them a long time to get there, but he had been mostly silent the whole time
She was never less eager, though her eyes hurt from the light again and it took longer for her to adjust them to the light. But once she was in the woods she seemed to perk up. And she broke away from him to run here and there, but things were different... while she had been in the woods her woods, autumn and winter had never touched it. Animals had come to her and happily played. Now they saw her and ran.. the tree's had begun to wither and leaves were coating the forest floor. She frowned and looked at him. "Everything is dying! I shouldn't have ever left...
He moved over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking as softly as he could ... nothing is dying... This is the way of the world... This is what all forests do without their unicorns... It is the natural cycle of life... he hated to be so tender in this, but he had to. looking around, he found an acorn in the ground and pointed to it, bringing her over ... Do you see this acorn? this is a seed... If you had not left, it never would have fallen... and it never would grow... But now, when spring comes, it will plant into the ground, and it will grow tall and proud with time.
She shook her head, her eyes wide as she looked around her. If fact it was too early for fall even for the natural cycle of things. She shook her head and moved from tree to tree... "No.. no their dying.. I can feel them dying.. their all dying.. and the animals.. they fear me... They don't know me... The grass... its all turning brown and dying... Its wrong.. I should have left... No... no I don't want my woods to die..." She was starting to panic, and strangely, she was getting angry too.
There was a soft sigh from the demonic fox, and he fell back. This was why he didn't want her returning... The forest always suffered after the unicorn left... But they eventually recovered. But there was nothing he could do now
She turned on him, her ears flat and her teeth bared. "Why? Why do they fear me? Should I give them something to fear? What have I done to them.. This entire woods stinks of fear." She was getting angrier the deeper she moved into her woods. Her eyes were slowly changing from violet to red.
He kept his distance, but he followed, always. Her anger raged, and he let it rage. He would keep himself to pure silence, just letting her body run through the anger and the pain that she was feeling. In a way it served him... It gave her over to the darkness even more
She would probably have calmed down if he had tried, but with his silence she only got angrier. And she eventually lost complete control on it and she started to storm through her woods. Animals fled in front of her as she ripped up dying plants and threw them, took rocks and threw those too... basically just having a tantrum. She did however manage to get her hands on a rabbit that was cowering and she grabbed it and shook its screaming furry body until the back snapped and she threw that too.
He would follow her, rather impressed by the rage of anger. He would eventually step in, but for the moment at least, he let her anger envelop her... She needed to learn to deal with it, or at least accept the fact that it was a part of her. So silence still kept him, and he followed along behind her, watching very carefully
She turned on him, her mane was all over, the silver and blood flecked strands a mess around her. Her chest heaving as her eyes blazed red. "My woods is dead... I want everything to die in it too.. if my woods are dead everything in it will be dead... Help me... " She was just a little deranged right now. Her lips were pulled back and her teeth had definitely gotten more pointed. "If my woods are dead I will kill all of it... They have no right to live here if they cant keep it alive."
This was when things had to stop. She had tasted the lust for blood through anger, and he knew that if this went too long, she would go insane. He took some quick steps over towards her, and suddenly it seemed everything around him darkened, his voice much louder then it had ever been before .. KIARA! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW
She took a step back but didn't back down. "NO! This is MY woods... MINE! I lived here, I cared for it.. if it dies they ALL die! I want them all to die!" She turned around and screamed with fury as she wanted something, wanted to find anything living and rip it apart. "ITS MINE! "
It hurt him to do this, but he had no choice. He walked over to her and slapped her across the face. It was swift and sharp, but by no means anything that would do more then sting. The golden eyes burned brightly as he stood. He may be shorter then her, but in that moment he seemed to simply tower
Her head snapped to the side as he struck it and she let the shock of it rush through her. He had never actually hit her before... She blinked and her eyes faded from red to violet again. Her ears flicking back and she shrank away from him. She blinked at him, uncomprending him or where she was... but her lip trembled and tears threatened to fall from her face, though for some reason didn't, at least yet.
He sighed heavily, and moved forward, pressing himself against her, and wrapping her in his arms. She didn't understand what was going on, and he knew it... But he had tried to keep her from returning. Now all he could do was offer her the comfort that she needed
She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. Pressing her face against his shoulder as she whimpered softly. She was so confused right now.. so angry, and sad... The fear and pain and dying around her was pressing in on her senses. "Wh... what's wrong with me... "
He shushed her softly, trying to soothe her as much as he could. This was one of the rare times he would use his shadow powers, and the shadows reached up around them, and pulled them down into the darkness. They would be surrounded by nothing but the stark black of wherever it was they were. In truth they were in transition... Between the shadow world and their own
She stopped shaking as the coolness of the shadow wrapped around her and she relaxed, her eyes closing, though no tears had been shed It felt good here, numb and quiet. No sounds of death and dying and fear... She didn't move away from him only held herself against him and tried to calm herself down.
He pressed himself heavy against her, and lifted her chin up. He pressed his lips to hers in a warm kiss, that somehow seemed far more significant here... But then when the rest of the senses were deprived, each touch and every sound echoed with far more impact
She leaned up into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him more firmly. She needed him right now, more then anything. Needed to know he was there and know that he hadden't left her. Not like her forest had, or her animal friends... That he wasn't going to leave her.
He pressed himself to her, and made certain she could feel every touch, every tender caress. He pushed his tone into her mouth, turning the kiss to one of great passion and love. He wanted her to know he cared very much for her, and was not going to allow anything to happen to her
She shivered to every touch he gave her. And as he pressed his tongue into her mouth she would return it. Wanting him to know just how much she cared for him as well. Her fingers sliding through his fur as she pressed as much of her body to his as she could.
He smiled and wrapped his arms about her form. She was always naked, but he still had his pants on. A warm look spread across his face as he moved and broke the kiss. He lowered his head, and wrapped the warm vulpine maw about her nipple. But this time he dug his teeth against the flesh, and sucked hard on her
She jumped a bit and then moaned as she leaned her chest into the assault of his mouth. Her head leaning back as she ran her hands down his body, enjoying the smooth feel of his fur and encountering the fabric of his pants. Her fingers weren't very dexterous, but she would work at getting them open. There was an urgency in her that there had never really been before. She had had a bad shock back there, and she needed to forget it.
The small fox murred softly as she worked at his pants, and finally they would come open. He wore nothing beneath them, and the rather prominent vulpine sheath would be fully exposed for her. His maw worked harder at the nipple, the teeth pressing harder against the flesh in the sheer bliss of the sex they were about to share
The harder his teeth pressed against that sensitive flesh, she more aroused she became. She moaned and her hand slipped down to rub and caress at his sheath. Her nipple diamond hard against his attentions. Her body was aching for him, it wanted him. There was once a time she would have questioned why she crave this feeling, this desire to have sex with him, but she didn't care now. All she knew is that she wanted it.
He murred around the nipple, and finally released it, wrapping his maw about the one that had not been given any attention. He moaned softly in his throat as he felt her pressing against his sheath, and he pushed his hips forward into her hand
She moaned softly as her one breast was left and the other sought out. Her tongue slicked across her lips as she began to stoke and caress his sheath, a hand moving down to cup and fondle his balls as she leaned her second breast into his mouth. This nipple responding like the first, hardening to a rock at his abuse.
He would sup on it for some time before he pulled back, and gently began to guide her down, pushing her in the vast weightless darkness towards his crotch. He was going to give her another chance to try the blow job, but would see how far she would go of her own accord
She was a bit curious as to what he wanted. After all, the last time that he had made her give him a blow job, he had forced it on her, and she didn't know what it was or why he had wanted it. But she was unresisting. As he moved her into position she hesitated. She really didn't know what he wanted her to do, but her hands caressed him slowly. He wanted something, but she didn't exactly know what
He murred softly as she stroked him gently. The glistening pink flesh was fully exposed for her, and ready for whatever she wanted to give. Panting softly, he spoke in a slightly strained voice ... if you want to... suck on it... lick it... It makes me feel very good...
Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, the only sound there was. She then blinked slowly. Well... he wanted it... she was not one to deny him what he wanted. She flicked her ears back and lowered her head to his exposed flesh. Her tongue would slide from her lips and move along his cock. It was strange, but not bad. Salty... and equines were ones known to like salt. She began to lap at his sex like a horse at a salt lick. Slowly and savoring every one. But... he had said suck too... She was more hesitant with this one, but she did take the head between her lips and lightly suckle at it experimentally.
The moment she sucked him in, there was a loud gasp, and this was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure, as his form arched towards her in bliss. His breathing quickly went to a loud panting as she suckled on his head
At this rather obvious display of pleasure she would suck more of his sex into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the under side of it slowly as she sucked on him the way she had sucked on the teat of her mother long long and longer ago then she could clearly remember. It was a strange request, but not an unpleasant one, and one she didn't seem to mind now.
He panted loudly, as he wanted her to take more of him into her maw... But he would not force this.. This time she needed to do these things for herself. His eyes closed tight, and he panted loudly, his hips arching back and forth a little, as she sucked at him. She would soon be rewarded with a taste of his pre
She was a bit surprised at the salty sweet taste of the pre cum that her tongue encountered. She snorted softly and shifted her position slightly to one more comfortable and one where she wasn't going to be stabbing him in the gut with her horn. That had her along his side, her breasts resting on his left hip as she began to suckle more energetically to the cock that had given her the strange treat. Her tail tuft caressed his face.
He panted and moaned the more she sucked on him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed his hips towards her more. The harder she sucked on him, the more of his pre spurted into her maw, and consequently down her throat. His breathing had gone from calm, to the heavy panting of one who was drawing in on an orgasm
She could hear the change in him, and curiosity drove her on. She wanted to see what he would do next. She had an idea from the one time he had made her do this before, but it had been different some how. She began to suck harder, swallowing the pre-cum as he oozed it onto her tongue. And taking more of him into her mouth. She was well and truly able to have all of him in her mouth really, such was the blessing of an equines head. Her tail tuft tickling and teasing him slowly
The deeper she took him, the easier it was for him to deal with this. Panting away loudly, he pushed himself back and forth a little, face fucking her some. His eyes were deep in sheer bliss, before suddenly he arched and moaned loudly, the knot swelling as he came near to his climax
She wouldn't know what to do to make him shoot off in her maw any more then what she was doing. But she suddenly had a great driving urge to get him to do just that. She would push her head down as far as she could. Her soft velvet lips pressing against his knot before she started to bob her head up and down against the ridged pole of his cock. Her hands coming up to cup and rub at his balls as she could sense his climax drawing close.
With this sudden bobbing of her head, he only lasted a few moments more before he threw his head back and screamed out in pleasured agony, and released the spray of hot seed deep into her mouth She nearly chocked on the rush of salty, bitter cum as it flooded into her mouth. She had half expected it of course, but it would probably always be a shock. She swallowed most of it, but it did dribble from her lips, such as a novice was apt to do.
He was panting extremely loudly, and he was trying to get coherent thoughts into his mind. He panted loudly, and shifted his form around a little. He was in a state of bliss, and his mind was still reeling from the intense pleasure that she had just given him
She would pull her head away in the darkness and blink rapidly. though she never took her hands away from him, and was always in contact with him in some way. She didn't mind the taste, but it was strange. This was obviously the warmness she felt from him every time they had sex. And somehow that made it better. She licked her lips clean from dribbled cum. | Waking of Corruption by Hikarishade | [
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"Michelle wants you to fuck her tonight," Kimberly said as she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You know how girls talk and when I told her about us, well, we thought you'd like to have us both."
My mouth went dry; not only is fucking my wife's sister my idea of a good time, putting my dick in her roommate was like winning the lottery. Michelle is a hot redhead, with pale skin and freckles on what parts of her body I had seen. She is rather tall, probably an inch or two under six feet and has huge, huge tits. Once I found one of her bras in the bathroom and checked the tag, I discovered they were double D's.
It was a Friday night in the early fall. My wife and her friends arranged a 'girl's weekend out' to go to some musical and do some shopping. She had left Thursday and wouldn't return until Sunday evening sometime. Almost as long as she had been planning her trip, I was planning my journey 2 hours to her sister's college to spend the weekend 'keeping it all in the family,' so to speak.
I left right from work and was at her dorm before the sun set. We ordered a pizza and sat on the couch washing down our dinner with pizza and watching a sitcom rerun on TV. When we were done with our dinner Kimberly set to work giving me a back massage. She was working the knots out of my shoulder when I slid my hand behind me and up her smooth thigh. She spread her legs a little wider giving to give me better access.
My hand moved inside her shorts to her pussy. I rubbed her gently through her panties, which were silky and smooth to the touch. Her pussy was very warm and some of her wetness had already began to soak through. In one swift motion I hooked a finger insider her panties and pulled them aside, giving me full access to her. A finger slid inside her with ease and she responded by sticking her tongue in my ear.
Her pussy was very wet and I slid another finger inside her. It always amazed me how tight she was, she was like a vice on my two fingers. I finger fucked her faster, shoving my fingers inside her as deeply as I was able before moving them back and forth in a motion that she seemed to enjoy immensely. She reached her hand around me and down to my cock, which was rock hard. She reached inside my shorts and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me slowly.
I slid off the couch onto my knees and turned to face her. We kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head at the same time I was pulling her shorts to the floor. I pushed her back on the couch and moved to where I could continue to kiss her. As I was kissing her I kept my hands on her body, caressing her breasts, her nipples and then moving down between her legs to rub her clit or slip a finger inside her.
Her breathing increased and she began to squirm. "I'm so turned on," she said with a hoarse voice. "Please eat my pussy."
I began to kiss down her torso, stopping to spend some time sucking on each nipple, twirling them around my tongue and giving them soft little bites. She put her hands on my head and urged me downward. I finished kissing a trail down between her legs and spread her open wide before me. I kept her panties on and just simply pushed them out of my way.
Her pussy was shaved bald and her juices coated her lips completely. Light glistened off of her wetness and I sat for a moment admiring her perfectly formed pussy; her lips were small and soft, her tunnel tight and her clit stimulated so that it stuck out from the folds that it usually hid behind. Her scent was wonderful and I couldn't stay away any longer, I plunged my tongue inside her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I came in contact with her delicious sex. I licked inside her, straining to stick more and more of my tongue inside her hole. She rewarded me by cuming on my face, sending more and more of her juices flowing into my mouth. I slid my tongue down and lightly licked her asshole for a few moments before moving back up and to her clit.
I slid a finger inside her and began to finger her as I sucked softly on her clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer, holding me in place as she came again – this time rather noisily. I picked up the intensity, fingering her faster and sucking on her with more force. She came again almost immediately and her strong thighs converged on my head, squeezing me as her body bucked and writhed.
My cock was rock hard and I needed to feel her. I slid my shorts down my thighs and moved onto the couch between her legs. Instantly I was inside her, my first thrust only penetrating about half way. Her pussy was so tight and I worked inside her slowly, pushing into her and coaxing her pussy to open wider for me. It took me a few strokes but before I knew it I was buried in her wetness.
I began to pound her mercilessly; I drove inside her as my lust took over. My hands gripped the armrest of the couch and pulled me inside her even harder. Again and again I penetrated her with as much force as I could. Her hands were on my back and she had her legs wrapped around mine holding on for dear life as I took her completely. It wasn't that she minded, later when she turned the tides and got on top me she would fuck me just as hard.
I was working myself into a frenzy, fucking this little girl as hard as I could – bringing my cock almost completely out of her before slamming back into her. Her nails dug into my back as she urged me on. Her pussy was getting wetter and I could hear the sloppy sound of my cock drilling into her with each thrust. I pushed her legs up and together, leaning myself back on the couch to shove into her while looking at her amazing legs. My cock strained against her clit with each thrust and almost immediately she came again. I was going to have to slow down if I hoped to make it through that night, still at that point not knowing what she and Michelle had in store for me.
Spreading her legs again I laid on top of her, her legs split around me. I slid my hands under her to cup her perfect ass and as I lifted her to me as I continued to fuck her with furious intensity. Again and again I drove inside her. "Don't stop fucking me," she said as an orgasm so intense ripped through her her whole body shook uncontrollably. I didn't stop fucking her, I just plowed on through her explosion. I slid my hand down between her ass cheeks and slipped a finger inside her ass; as much anal penetration as I was going to get on her to date.
I wiggled my finger inside her and her hips responded in kind, grinding against me and establishing a new, softer rhythm. I held her close with my other hand and moved against her, our bodies now moving together in one smooth motion. I felt a little bit more of her insides give and my cock slid that last little bit inside her. My pubic hair was now rubbing directly on her smoothly shaven pussy. I couldn't get over how wet she was, or how smoothly she slid back and forth under me – it was just an amazing fuck.
She came again and I felt her pussy grow even wetter, if that was possible. I figured that we would at the very least leave a big wet spot on the couch and probably leave a nice sex stain on the cushion. I love the taste of pussy and had to put my face in her wetness with no delay.
Sliding off of her, I made my way down her taunt body to her sex. I put my lips on her lips and sucked in deeply, tasting her amazing juices. I licked and tease and sucked at her hole, enjoying completely the taste of her.
"I want a taste," she said pushing me back and sitting up. She kissed me on the mouth, putting her tongue on my tongue and sucking her juices off me. She stopped kissing me and began to lick around my mouth, cleaning off the juices that had gotten on my mouth and lips while I was eating her. She pushed me back against the other arm rest and moved to put me in her mouth.
She treated my dick like a lollipop, licking and sucking and cleaning my cock very thoroughly. I leaned my head back in ecstasy, I've alluded to her dimimished ability to suck cock but right now that didn't matter, she was doing amazing things to me in the heat of her lust. She was just getting into the blowjob, taking me deeper in her mouth than she had before, when I heard a key in the lock.
I froze and put my hand on her head in an effort to stop her so we could cover ourselves. The couch is right inside the door and anyone who entered would immediately see our naked bodies sitting there enjoying our carnal coupling. Kimberly didn't seem concerned and kept on sucking, but my heart rate went through the roof. Here I was, in my wife's sisters apartment, my dick in her mouth. All I could think of was that it was a 'sting' and my wife was going to walk through the door and the game would be up. I braced for the worst.
The door swung open and in walked her roommate Michelle.
"Michelle wants you to fuck her tonight," Kimberly said as she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You know how girls talk and when I told her about us, well, we thought you'd like to have us both."
She was right, of course. I had wanted to fuck Michelle since the day I first met her when we moved Kimberly into her room at the beginning of the semester.
I briefly described Michelle earlier, but that description just doesn't seem to do her justice. She was Irish through and through; tall with long legs, long curly red hair that went down over her shoulders, emerald green eyes and those huge tits. She wasn't waif thin, I would guess about a size 6 to give you an idea of how she was put together.
Michelle usually dressed sexy when I had seen her and tonight she was just drop dead sexy in a tight belly shirt that was cut low, spilling her huge tits out the top. She had on tight jeans and cute sandals that showed her manicured little toes. A couple of times when I had come to visit Kimberly she had been in her room with the door closed, fucking whoever it was that she was fucking that week and Kimberly had told me that Michelle was rather liberated sexually. A good night just got better.
"You bitch, you started without me" Michelle said as she closed the door and stepped into the room.
Kimberly smiled back at her. "I was just getting him all warmed up."
Michelle walked over to the couch and looked at my hard cock in Kimberly's hand. "You're right, that is a nice cock. Why don't we take this party to my bedroom where we can all get comfortable?"
Kimberly and I stood and followed Michelle into her bed room, Kimberly leading me by the cock like it was a leash and she was out walking her dog. Michelle switched on a bedside lamp and hopped onto the bed. Kimberly jumped onto the bed and pulled me down with them.
"This is hardly fair," Kimberly said. "You've seen what we've got and you still have your cloths on."
Michelle smiled and stood up. She walked over to her stereo on put on some music, mood music she called it. She started a seductive strip tease, something she had obviously done on a number of occasions.
She started with her jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them facing us. She turned and slowly lowered them over her round ass – it wasn't as tight as Kimberly's but it was a nice piece of meet that I wanted to sink my teeth into. She gyrated her hips to the music and teased us with her motions, slipping the material up and down revealing a thin little thread of a thong that ran down between her ass checks. A few move moves and she pushed her jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of long, nicely shaped legs covered in soft freckles. Next came her top, but without much material to hide her humungous tits, she was soon out of her shirt he massive tits flopping down onto her torso.
I stared, not able to speak. Never in my life had I seen tits that big. And with that much weight one would think that they would hang low on her when unencumbered but they didn't – they were perky DD's that ended in small little nipples and dime sized areolas. I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on them and I didn't have to wait long.
Michelle settled back onto the bed with us and moved in close. Kimberly pushed me back onto the stack of pillows and began to suck on my cock again. Michelle moved up close to me and leaned in to kiss me. It was a great kiss, very wet and very sloppy. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth expertly turning me on even more. The kiss continued for a long time and I moved my hands to cup her huge breasts.
I felt the weight of them in my hands and it was substantial – I couldn't imagine walking around having to hold those huge melons up, I would probably topple over. But Michelle carried them well and I was glad that she did, they were amazing to have in my hands. The flesh was soft and warm and she pushed her weight into my hands, mashing her breasts together. My fingers found her nipples and teased them with gentle pinches and tweaks. She responded by kissing me even harder and reaching for my cock.
It slipped out of Kimberly's mouth with a 'pop' and Michelle's hand was on it, stroking me expertly. She broke our kiss and started to move her mouth down my body, kissing my chest and stomach before getting to my cock. Seconds later her soft lips had me and she began to suck me.
What Kimberly lacked in the head giving department Michelle had and she sucked me like I have never been sucked, before or since. She inhaled most of my cock down her throat and held me there, pushing me against the back of her throat before slowly sliding her lips back up the full length of my shaft. She kissed my head and licked my sensitive parts with soft flicks of her tongue. She moved her body between my legs and I looked down to see the tops of both girls' heads.
They were sharing me now, each taking turns putting me in their mouth and doing their best sucking job before relinquishing my organ to the other. Kimberly sucked the head hard and jerked me with her hand, her best effort to date – probably spurred on by the competition at hand. Michelle continued to try and impale herself on my dick, taking as much of me down her throat as she could making soft chocking sounds as she did. My dick was covered in their saliva and glistened in the soft light when they came up for air. The distinct differences in there techniques was awesome and my cock stood at full attention taking everything that they could dish out. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to take much more of this, but the changes in their styles as they switched back and forth kept my orgasm at bay.
After what felt like hours of their dueling blowjobs, Kimberly broke the rotation and moved up the bed. She came up and placed a sensual kiss on my mouth before straddling my face so I could lick her pussy. Michelle kept on sucking, now able to put her full skill to work without having to stop and share.
Kimberly's pussy was still very wet and I began to tongue her furiously. I slid my tongue in her as deeply as I could, licking the inside of her pussy walls. My hands cupped her ass and moved her around so my tongue could stay fully extended inside her. Michelle was going nuts on my cock, the most amazing thing I have ever felt. She had almost all of my nine inches inside her mouth and she was moving her tongue over my shaft – she seemed bent on deep throating all of my cock.
Meanwhile my efforts on Kimberly began paying off as she bucked her hips with yet another orgasm, her juices flowing out of her in a stream of pleasure. She didn't exactly squirt, but she let loose enough juice to cause it to run down my chin. Michelle made one last effort to take off of me in her mouth, almost succeeding, before she came up for air.
"That looks great," she said. "It's my turn."
Kimberly slid off of my face and down my body, leaving a trail of her wetness as she moved her body down to my cock. With no effort at she found what she was looking for and slid her tight pussy onto me and all the way inside her. She gasp with pleasure and began riding me in her expert way.
Michelle moved up and slid off her tiny panties, flinging them into the pile of her other cloths. She straddled my face as Kimberly had done and I got my first look at her pussy. It wasn't shaved like Kimberly's but it was covered in a well manicured crop of red hair, something that I found very sexy. Her lips were puffy and she had a great scent to her, and as I was soon to find out a great taste. She leaned on one knee and placed her foot on the other side of my head and slowly lowered herself onto my mouth.
I started licking her clit, teasing it to full hardness and causing it to peek out of the folds of her sex. I teased it with my tongue, licking it in long strokes and swirling around it sending waves of pleasure through her body. One of my hands found her ass and pulled her to me while I moved the other up to feel her awesome tits. I moved my hand from her ass and slid one of my fingers into her, feeling her pussy contract to embrace my touch. She was very wet and growing wetter by the minute. I pulled my finger from her and replace it with my tongue. I tasted her fully and it was great, her juices mixing with Kimberly's on my tongue in a sweet combination of young pussy.
Kimberly had adjusted herself on my cock and was now squatting on me like she always does. She was fucking my cock with long, hard strokes and with each descent she gave out a soft moan. It wasn't long and she was cuming, her body becoming rigid as she held me deep inside her. She bucked her hips forward and slid me almost out of her and held herself there, teasing me with little movements. If my hands had been free I would have grabbed her hips and thrust inside her again but I was otherwise occupied at the moment.
Michelle's hands were now grasping my hair, pulling me into her pussy. My mouth was back to work on her clit, now sucking and pulling on her intensely. I had two fingers inside her and was finger fucking her while I ate her out. It didn't take long and she began to cum, moaning loudly and bucking her hips against my mouth. I wanted to fuck her now!
I pushed her off my face as her orgasm subsided and moved myself out from under Kimberly. I pulled Michelle down on the bed and pushed her onto her back, position myself between her long legs. I teased her with my cock, running the head over her slit and slapping it against her engorged clit. She squired under me and tried to pull me into her. I resisted for the time being and continued to rub my cock against her pussy. I looked down at her, this amazing girl. Her eyes shown in the light and I could see the lust in them. Her enormous chest heaved with her heavy breathing, brought on by her first (and not last) orgasm of the night. I couldn't wait any longer and positioned myself to penetrate her.
I pushed my hips forward and she pushed back to meet me, pushing most of my cock inside her in one motion. She started to shake and orgasmed right then! I began to fuck her with long strokes and I was buried to the hilt in her in just a couple of pushes. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, our mouths joining in an intense encounter. I put my hands on her tits and teased her nipples with soft squeezes which she seemed to like immensely. We began to find our rhythm, my thrusts being met by her hips as she arched up off of the bed. Many times I had compared fucking Kimberly to taking a ride in a race car, fast and intense – fucking Michelle was like taking a ride in a luxurious import. She was soft and accommodating, making every stroke seem to take hours to complete.
In and out, up and down I went. Each stroke met by Michelle's expert motions. Her pussy was wet and warm and accommodating – I never wanted to stop fucking this girl. I broke our kiss and moved my head to her small nipples. I sucked each in turn and the sensation must have been just what she needed as she began to cum again, her legs locking around me pulling me deeper inside her. Her orgasm was intense and seemed to go on and on, her loud moans echoing around her bedroom. I had to get out of this girl soon, or my own orgasm was going to come way before I wanted it too. Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from her and sat back on my haunches desperately trying to catch my breath.
I looked over at Kimberly who had been watching intently and noticed that she had her fingers inside her pussy. I moved over to her and pulled her hand up to my mouth, I licked her juices off of her, tasting her sweet pussy.
"There is something that I've always wanted to do," I said "Would you girls be willing to accommodate me?"
They agreed and I moved them into position, laying them down with me between them. What I wanted to do was finger both of them at the same time, for some reason this has always been a fantasy of mine. My hands found their marks and I began to finger fuck both of them at the same time. They were both very wet and my fingers made soft slurping sounds as I ran them in and out of their pussies. It amazed me how much different each girl felt to touch – Kimberly was so tight my two fingers barely fit inside her while with Michelle I was able to easily slid in three fingers.
They both stoked my cock and I alternated kissing them. My fantasy turned out to be a lot of fun and I'm so glad I got to fulfill it, but after a few minutes I wanted to fuck them again. I sat up and rolled Kimberly over, planning on taking her doggy style.
I positioned myself behind her and slid inside. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with furious intensity, the way that she likes it. Her ass is simply amazing and as I fucked her with long, hard strokes I ran my hands over its perfect shape. Michelle moved over closer to us and began to rub Kimberly's comparatively small tits, tugging and pulling on her nipples roughly. I moved one of my hands off Kimberly's ass and over to Michelle's pussy, fingering her with the same rhythm that I fucked Kimberly. Both girls were really getting into it now and the room smelled of pure lust and sex.
Kimberly began pushing back against me the way she does when she's about to cum and I put both hands on her hips again in order to push her over the edge. Michelle surprised us both by moving her hands down to Kimberly's pussy and rubbing her clit while I fucked her with increasing fervor. Kimberly began to cum but I didn't stop drilling her, I kept on fucking her with those hard deep thrusts and continued until she had cum a second time. Totally spent, Kimberly collapsed forward causing my cock to pop free of her warm slit. Almost instantly Michelle was on it, taking it into her mouth and sucking off the juices that Kimberly had just covered my cock with.
Michelle continued to suck me, pushing me deep inside her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her face. She was gagging and choking but didn't seem to mind one bit; in fact it seemed to spur her on. I looked down at my cock and saw an amazing sight – my cock had completely disappeared down her throat. Never in my life had someone been able to take my length completely down their throat until now. The feeling was amazing but I couldn't let it continue long. I wanted to keep fucking these to sex fiends.
I pulled my cock from Michelle's mouth and got up off the bed. I pulled her towards me and positioned her at the edge of the bed on her stomach, which put her pussy at the perfect height for me to stand and fuck her from behind – which is exactly what I did.
My cock slid effortlessly into her pussy and I pushed into her with every inch of me. She let out a loud moan as I filled her completely and I began to fuck her with short, slow stokes, taking out only a couple of inches at a time keeping myself deep inside her. She spread her legs as wide as she could, giving me full access to her depths and I took advantage, pushing my hips against her full ass and holding inside her. She gave a shudder of delight. "I've never felt so full," she said looking back at me over her shoulder.
I was really getting into fucking this girl, she was the perfect fuck; aggressive and submissive at the same time. Her long beautiful hair flowed over her back and in the soft light I could see the hour-glass shape of her figure. I pumped in and out of her with increasingly long strokes and pulled my cock from her. I immediately pushed back inside her enjoying the feeling of penetrating her soft mound. I rubbed her legs and ass as I fucked her feeling her muscles strain against the motion of my thrusts.
Kimberly had told me that Michelle was a sexual freak, but I don't think I fully grasped what she meant until Michelle reached behind her and stuck one of her fingers in her ass as I plowed in and out of her pussy. She looked back at me over her shoulder again and smiled mischievously – just when I thought I had this girl figured out she shocked the hell out of me.
She took her finger from her ass and pushed it into her pussy while my cock was still inside her, stretching herself even further. She didn't keep it in herself long; she was just gathering some of her juices for lube. Her finger moved back to her ass and she spread her pussy juice over her hole. Again she pushed her finger inside her ass, this time all the way up to her last knuckle. She began to finger fuck her own asshole at the same speed that I was fucking her hot cunt. It wasn't long before she shoved a second finger in her puckered anus and began to fuck herself faster. The whole time she was looking at me with that grin on her face.
My surprise must have been visible on my face because she started really putting on a show for me. I was so engrossed in what she was doing that I stopped fucking her and just enjoyed the show. "I think someone wants to fuck my ass," she said. All I could do was nod my agreement. I had talked my way into a few girls asses in my career, but none of them had ever been as enthused about it as Michelle was.
She turned to Kimberly, who was propped on a pillow, slowly rubbing her clit and enjoying the show. "In my nightstand is some lube, would you get it for us?" Kimberly pulled open the drawer and came up with a tube of lube, and a rather large dildo. The sex toy was big, bigger than my cock even, in the shape of a penis and was as black as night.
"And what is this?" Kimberly asked with the same mischievous grin that Michelle was wearing.
"Hey," Michelle said. "Most times I don't get a cock as nice as this so I've got to take matters into my own hands. Why don't you try it, you'll like it."
Kimberly opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on the pseudo-cock and then handed the bottle to Michelle. Michelle took the lube and poured a large drop onto her waiting ass and began to work it around with her fingers. Kimberly meanwhile lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed it against her hole and the head slid inside her. I was surprised – not only that she would put something that size in her but that it would fit; I always had to make sure she was really lubed up before I could put my cock in her and this toy was even bigger.
She continued to push and a little more of the black dick slid inside her. She gasped, in pain or delight I'm not sure, and began to slowly fuck herself with Michelle's surrogate cock. This put my cock at full attention again and I almost forgot about what my current partner was prepping herself for.
Michelle brought me back to the task at hand shortly as she squeezed another amount of lube on her hand and grabbed my cock, getting it fully lubed before pulling me towards her waiting ass. I put the head of my cock against her tight hole and she used both of her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart.
I pressed against her and was surprised at how easily I slid into her ass. I pushed in slowly, letting her get used to my size and before long I had about half of my cock inside her. I began to fuck her with slow strokes and the feeling was awesome. Michelle began to moan and started to cum – I had heard that anal orgasms can be much more intense than vaginal and her current orgasm led credence to all that I had heard. Her body went stiff and then convulsed, pushing her ass back into my strokes putting even more of me inside her tight ass hole.
I began to fuck Michelle's ass harder and she didn't object. She was pushing back towards me and I felt any remaining resistance fade away and I was able to push inside her to my full length. I looked over at Kimberly who was still trying to fuck herself with the mammoth toy, she had gotten a little bit more inside her but not much. That didn't seem to matter to her; her head was thrown back and she seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly.
Michelle pulled herself forward pulling my cock from her ass and rolled over onto her back. She pulled her legs back, opening her ass hole to me from another angle. I slid back inside her with ease and was soon buried up to my balls in her ass again. As I fucked her her tits bounced up and down, all that flesh moving up and down was impressive. She took both of her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, showing them off to me. She tweaked her nipples hard and let out another moan; moments later she was cuming again this time her moans were almost screams.
One of her hands moved from her breasts down to her pussy and she started to finger herself furiously. She came again – she seemed to be cuming almost constantly now. My cock was on fire and my orgasm was brewing almost out of control. I slowed my pace and fucked her with slow strokes. Michelle reached up and took the dildo from Kimberly, I wondered what she had in mind. I didn't have to wait long to see as she moved her hand from her pussy and placed the dildo against the entrance to her sex.
She put the huge toy and her pussy lips spread to accommodate it. She had it inside her and was fucking herself with quick strokes as I continued to work on her ass. She came again and again, her eyes rolling back in her head and her free hand squeezing her tits hard. Kimberly came over and kissed me.
"Enjoying yourself," she asked.
I nodded my agreement. "Gonna cum soon though."
Michelle stopped moaning long enough to look at me. "Not yet mister, we have one more surprise for you." She took the dildo from her pussy and pushed me away from her and out of her ass. She moved onto the floor and took me into her mouth again, sucking off her ass juices in a move that would have left me speechless if I wasn't speechless already.
She took my cock from her mouth and Kimberly took my hand and pulled me onto the bed again. She lay on her side with me behind her in a spoon. She held my cock and slithered down onto it. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like a vice after being in Michelle. We began to fuck hard, her ass banging into my hips with each thrust. Michelle crawled onto the bed between our legs and began to lick at our conjoined parts; licking at my shaft and my balls and then at Kimberly's pussy. It was an amazing in thought, feeling and action. I felt my orgasm straining and I told them so.
"Go ahead," Michelle said. "Cum in her pussy."
I had never cum in Kimberly's pussy, I didn't even think she was on birth control. I asked Kimberly if it was ok to do what Michelle had said.
"Absolutely, this is part of your surprise."
I didn't need any more encouragement, and in a few more thrusts I felt myself reach the point of no return. Michelle began to massage my balls and the feeling was too much – I let loose. Cum shot from my cock into Kimberly's pussy in huge jets, I have never cum so hard in my life. Again and again my cock shook with pleasure, my orgasm seemed to last forever. I held Kimberly tight and pushed into her as deep as I could as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body.
I was totally spent and fell back against the bed, my cock slipping from Kimberly's pussy. What happened next was straight out of a porno and is hands down the best experience of my life. After my cock slipped from Kimberly, she moved onto her back and Michelle took up a place between her legs. I could see my cum starting to drip out of Kimberly and Michelle began to lick her pussy, scooping up my seed with her tongue. She put her mouth fully onto Kimberly's cunt and stuck her tongue deep inside. She withdrew her tongue and it was covered with my sperm.
Again and again she licked at Kimberly's pussy, coming up with globs of sperm on her tongue each time. When she was sure she had gotten all that was going to come out of her, she moved up between Kimberly's legs to her mouth. They kissed deeply, swapping spit and sperm as their tongues entwined.
I sat there, flabbergasted. Never in my life had I seen such an erotic display. Even though I had just shot the load to end all loads my cock stayed rock hard. They broke their kiss and Kimberly moved over to me. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked our combined juices off of my pole. Michelle came over and kissed me as she had done to her roommate. My cock was responding to their advances nicely and Michelle asked me if I had another load. I said that I did and she told me that she loved to have her tits fucked.
I didn't know it was possible, but the thought of fucking her amazing tits made me even harder than I had been before I came. Kimberly took me out of her mouth and Michelle lay back on the bed. I moved over her and put my cock between her giant tits. She pushed them together as I tity fucked this Irish beauty. It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm building within me and with nothing holding me back, I started shooting. Jets of hot cum shot from my cock all over Michelle's tits – a couple of large jets escaped and landed on her chin in big globs.
Michelle released my cock from her tits and Kimberly moved in, licking the cum from my cock and from Michelle's tits - she saved the load on Michelle's mouth for last. She licked Michelle's face clean and then held her mouth open above Michelle's. Cum dripped from her mouth into Michelle's before they again kissed.
The rest of the weekend was just as amazing, with us fucking and sucking each other in every way we could think of. We fucked on the couch, in the shower and every place else we happened to be when the feeling took us. I came in Michelle's ass and in her pussy and got to watch Kimberly lick her clean just as she had had done to her. When the weekend was over my cock was so sore from use I could barely piss – but oh was it worth it! | Friday Night's Alright With Me | [
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"Run faster, RUN FASTER!" Joshua told himself. He was running as fast as he could, trying to outrun the great feral wolf that was chasing him. Although he was running as hard as his legs would carry him the gravel road beneath him only allowed him to propel himself but so fast, and with every step the wolf got closer and closer. Afraid to look behind him each step he took he found himself cringing waiting to feel the bite of the wolf. Unable to resist a quick glance he finally peeked over his shoulder to see the wolf's mouth open with gums rolled back about to make the inevitable bite on him. He felt the breath on the back of his leg and just as the wolf's fangs began to sink into his leg, his eyes flew open and he was once again sitting in his bed, cold sweat pouring from his skin.
"Ah... That same dream again." he muttered to himself as he turned to silence his alarm clock. This was but another restless night to be chalked up thanks to the wolf in his nightmares. This wolf had now plagued his dream so many times that he had lost count long ago and no longer cared about the number.
After silencing his alarm clock Joshua threw the covers that remained on his bed from his thrashing off to the floor. As he was gathering up his now sweat drenched sheets he couldn't resist a glance at the calendar that hung there above his nightstand where his alarm clock lay. There displayed for the month of November was a proud black wolf. As he turned his gaze from the picture of the calendar all around his eyes were bombarded with more photos and images of wolves. Wolves had always been his favorite animal for as long as he could remember. There beauty, grace, capability to stand alone or with a pack, and they loved the night, as did he. This worked in the favor of Joshua for he worked as a night guard at the local prison and was on one of the night shifts there, so he got to see a lot of nighttime.
He decided he had gazed at his pictures for long enough and decided to get his shower and continue on about his day. He places his sheets in a pile on his bed while he steps into his closet and grabs his bathrobe dawning it before stepping out of his bedroom. It was often colder in the rest of the house that Joshua lived in than it was in his bedroom so he often grabbed his bathrobe even if only leaving his small sanctuary but for a moment. Robe now on he gathers back together his sheets to take them to the laundry room to start there washing while he got his shower. After getting his sheets started washing Joshua walks back to the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom and into its dark embrace. As he enters he turns the light on and begins to take off his bathrobe reminded just why he likes animals so much, they actually have more hair than he does. He was your average 6'3" white male. Brown hair, brown eyes, and 5 o'clock shadow. But what was unusual about him is what normally remained hidden by his clothes. He was covered in hair from head to toe. He often blamed his love of animals on his "kindred" appearance he shared with them.
He decided he had revolted himself long enough and went on about getting his shower. After washing off the sweat that hat drenched him the night before, he dried himself off and quickly slipped across the hallway into his bedroom. He quickly found the clothing he was going to wear that day and decided to go on about the rest of his day, or evening rather, considering it was 2 o'clock in the evening.
It happened to be his day off this day today and he had decided to make a trip down to the mall and hang out for the day. Before he left he decided to relocate his sheets from the clothes washer to the drier so they would be waiting for him when he got home that evening. When he got home later that night he decided to get another shower and just call it a night. He walked into his laundry room and carried his sheets back to his bed dropping them into a pile until he had gotten his shower. After completing his shower he walked back into his room and quickly made his bed to start another pointless attempt at a decent night sleep. He finished making up his bed and pulled the sheets back and slipped into their cool embrace. Just before slipping into his slumber he thought to himself "They say the only way to conquer your fears is to face them. Well tonight I'm facing that wolf that prowls my dreams."
He relaxed, with a determined mind of conquering this fear, and slipped off into slumber. Unaware of how much or how little time had passed, he found himself once again standing on a gravel road staring into the eyes of a large black and white wolf with nothing between them but air and tension so heavy it was weighing down on Joshua's shoulders. The wolf didn't move a muscle, Joshua felt as though the wolf was staring into his literal soul. Unable to take the pressure of the staring contest between himself and the wolf he turned to start running away, as usual, provoking the wolf into pursuit him. After making it a few steps he had a jolt of memory come back to him, he was supposed to face this wolf. He attempted to spin around to face the wolf on one foot but found the wolf was already much closer than he had anticipated. Seeing its target turning to face it the wolf lunged at Joshua with its front paws hitting him square in the chest knocking him flat of his back.
It happened so fast that Joshua barely had time to grasp what had just happened but one thing he did know was standing straddle of his chest was the large wolf staring down into his eyes. He felt himself want to fight back and try to throw the wolf off of him but he found himself lost in the eyes of this beautiful animal. Knowing that he was now at the mercy of the wolf he brought his arms up and try to at least protect his face and as he did so he felt a sharp pain in his right arm as the wolf sunk its fangs deep into his arm. He felt the pain surge through his body and jerked up sitting in his bed once again. He felt of his arm expecting to feel blood pouring from it but felt nothing just hair, skin, and strangely still the pain of the bite.
"This is to weird." he told himself as he got up placing his bathrobe on again, he went to his bathroom to try to run water over his arm in an attempt that it would soothe the pulsing pain. As entered the bathroom he turned the light on and standing there where his reflection should have been was some sort of wolf man staring back at him. Startled by what was looking back at him in the mirror he stumbled back into the wall suddenly out of breath. He slowly decided to take a second look into the mirror to confirm what he thought he saw. And there in the mirror was that same wolf face that was there when he had turned on the light. It wasn't so much of a werewolf face but more like a gentle cross between his previous human face and the face of a wolf. He looked down at his arms to see that what was just dark hair has been replaced with literal fur. He slowly took his bathrobe off to see that he was now two toned in fur. His stomach and chest were now covered in a sheen white fur, as he looks back up at the mirror he notices the white fur runs up the front of his throat and to the tip of his now wolven muzzle. He also notices as he looks into the mirror that his brown hair has now become part of his fur and has changed black and sticking up out of this tuft of fur is two black ears lined in white. As for the rest of his fur he was as black as the midnight, except for, where did that tail come from? He looks behind himself and sees a large black tail tipped with white hanging behind him like a large, furry, limp noodle. As he turns back around he notices his normal five toed feet have now changed into a four toed paw and his ankle was higher off the ground than it had been when he had his human foot. If he had still had his normal feet he would have been standing on the ball of his foot although he felt perfectly balanced and comfortable. He looked at his hands and they too had changed. The palms of his hands now had pads just as a wolf's front feet did and also just as his now *very* closely related wolf counterpart his fingernails had been replaced with claws.
It was all too much for him to take and he ran outside thinking and hoping he was still dreaming or hallucinating or something, *anything!* As he stepped out of his front door he was met with another whole new world of things to take in. He could hear what seemed like everything, every rustle in the grass, every snap of twigs, even the wind itself now played a melodious tune in his head. He could also smell all sorts of new and unusual odors in the air that while he may have been able to slightly detect before were now each and everyone noticeable and distinct. Even his skin had become more responsive for as the breeze whisked through his fur it sent a chill to his bone and he felt like he could feel every strand of fur move in rhythm with the wind. It was at this point it also occurred to him he had ran out of his home with just his underwear on and he was not cold, and seeing as it was still dark it did not bother him at the moment. In that instant he had went from panicking to a more relaxed state. In the midst of hearing more than he ever had, smelling new scents had never smelled, and being outside in his underwear he felt strangely calm and happy. Then he felt something he had never felt before. His tail had also reacted to the sudden change in his mood and had slowly begun to twitch itself back and forth. As it did he found it slightly amusing which made it start to wag even larger. He then took a couple steps off of his front porch and felt the cool grass mash down under his pawed foot and was met with light of the moon shining down on him, he had always enjoyed looking at the night sky but now it was something truly amazingly beautiful. That giant light in the sky that provided none of its own light, an empty reflective shell, still gave him a peace that he could not to have begun to explain. He just collapsed into the grass and sat staring at the moon almost feeling entranced by its beauty. Everything that had just happened to him suddenly didn't matter, all of his cares drifted as far away as that shining moon that was encompassing his vision.
After what could have been an eternity as far as he was concerned, he broke his stare from the moon and got to his feet deciding he needed to get some sleep before he had to head to work that night. Now exhausted from all that had just happened, as he walked back into his bedroom he looked at the clock only to realize that he had only been asleep for about an hour when all of the night's events had perspired. Too tired to worry about what was to face him tomorrow he fell on his bed and was almost instantly asleep to sleep the most peaceful sleep that he had could remember.
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The Simple Things
Chapter Six
By Roofles
I woke up with dog breath in my face. That was a first. Humid gusts of morning breath smelling of kibble 'n bits. With warm fuzzy arms and the naked torso of a dog, still, even in his sleep, grinding against me. Full Frontal nudity was more subtle than this chocolate Labrador was being at this second in time. It wasn't even noon yet.
I was only fully aware of how close Richard was when I opened my eyes. His large black nose was nearly touching my own, I could feel the dampness of it. His muzzle was open, if only slightly, and that breath was lazily drifting out over his still smiling black lips. That pink tongue was poking out between his teeth and with it a tendril of drool that oozed down it's length and onto the pillow we were sharing. Which brought two things to mind.
How uncomfortably close Richard was, snoozing away (naked no less). And the fact I was still sticky.
The bed was warm and stunk of our bodies and the aftermath of last night. The warm sheets felt like anacondas tied around me as I tried to wrestle them off, while trying my damndest not to wake the dog; half afraid he'd be up for round two. Our combined weight had sunk the center of the bed forming a sort of ditch for our two bodies to be stuck in. And Richard, with his clinging neediness, was making this all the harder as I tried to escape the man trap that was this bed. And him.
So in the end, within the minute that passed by, I gave up. Just savored and enjoy the warm feel of the dog with me and closed my eyes trying to ignore the breath still panting in my face. All I could hear was that heavy ragged breath of a dog snoozing away as if it were just a sunny afternoon.
His groin was pressed, firmly, against my own bare naked flesh and I felt rather overwhelmed by the size of it filling not only his groin but my own as he pressed it firmly against me once more. And I was sure he was still leaking. That warm ooze smearing on my thigh as he rolled his hips back and forth against me.
A part of me feared this hadn't happened; that it was just another lust induced fantasy. And the other part of me honestly soon regretted that it in fact had thought such things. Of the very implications behind what had accord between the two of us, and the thickness I felt rubbing against my thigh was only the daunting proof of it (not counting my sore behind).
Not that I had done it with Richard. I wouldn't regret something like that, him being a dog was a first I'd have to admit. But a coworker, again. And the fact if this became public my career as a statistical annalist and date reconfiguration and data input specialist would come to an end. It took me months to remember that title! I didn't have it in me to remember a new one.
Thoughts plagued me like horse flies biting whenever I tried to shoo them away. These thoughts only grew worse as Richard rubbed against me once more closing in the already sparse space between us. His body...felt good against me. Warm, furry, strong man body that was. It was hard to resist just snuggling up against him, he was just so inviting. So I didn't even try too.
Richard took a slow, deep, labored breath as I rested my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beat through that thick fluffy brown fur. And though I would worry about "real life" matters later today, I enjoyed living in this moment. My arm snuck around his back and hugged him. I got a wag for that. My fingers gripped the fur on his back tightly, feeling the thickness of his hide. And I found myself the one to let out a shaking breath against him. That made his fur stand up a bit. He really just felt so damn good in my arms. It had been a while since I had such a man with me before, let alone to be snuggling in the morning hours with. And spooning.
Toes rubbing against my feet before gliding up my lower leg and back down. Using the sole under pads to press down on and massage my bare flesh where they could reach. The warmth and pressure of those paw pads eased my doubts and worries and I enjoyed it even when he wrapped a leg around me.
The chocolate Labrador moved then, slowly at first as he adjusted his positioning. And then rolled over on top of me in a single smooth motion smothering me under him. Richard wasn't much bigger than I was but the heavy mutt seemed to have gain a hundred pounds. So I did the only logical thing.
I kicked him off the bed.
Richard let out a startled yelp and clung the blankets, pulling them with him, as he toppled off the bed and onto the ground. The mess laid on the ground as the crumbled pile of blankets; before a spot amongst the covers perked up and the sheets slipped off a rather annoyed looking chocolate lab face.
"Of course, you know this means war." Richard said looking at me without a trace of amusement on his face. That was until he grabbed my leg and with a twisted grin began tickling mercilessly. I didn't think dull blunt dog nails could manage such a task so effortlessly.
So of course I kicked out as I tried to pull away as he tormented me so. He only seemed to enjoy my struggles, assuring me over my nearly crying laughter that my attempts were "futile" and I should "give in to his demands." Richard was enjoying this far more than I.
"What!" I gasp trying not to kick him in the face, thankfully I missed though. Didn't stop me from trying again. "Demands?"
"First," Richard said giving a toothy grin, gripping my ankle and pulling it roughly and dragging me nearly a good half foot closer. His muzzle could easily dip down and into my groin if he so chose. "A good morning would be nice." The tip of his tongue poked out between his teeth as his tail wagged. I hit him with the drool stained pillow. He didn't let go. "Fine, fine!" Richard gave in letting go as I raised the pillow for round two; though afterward I wondered why I had resisted such a thing. Maybe the idea of having myself...burying my bone into a fanged muzzle was too unnerving for me.
Richard backed off a bit raising his hands in defeat. Of course this was only to let my guard down as he pounced. I didn't realize how...playful he was. Now that the boundary between us had been...forcibly penetrated.
Richard might've not been much bigger than I was but he was stronger. Pinning my arms above my head, grinning down in front of my face, as he straddled my hips, the dumb dog wagged his tail happily in victory. His fatty sack hung over my groin and the dog didn't even seem to notice, or care, that we were both naked.
And holding my arms down, he bent over and with parted lips kissed me good morning. "Mornin', sug." He drolled in a thick southern voice that made me flush like a horny milk maid. "'Ope, you had fun times last ni'," he continued and I gave a weak struggle in turn. His tail wagged and his face soften as he looked over my face to make sure I wasn't in pain and that I didn't mind being pinned down by the far more dominate male; my groin being tea bagged by him as he rapped my face with his. I didn't mind much... It was nice of him to care. "You pr'tty purty for a cream puff."
And I had to crack a smile at that. "A cream puff?"
"White, doughie and filled with cream." Richard returned with a grin he poked my belly.
"Asswipe." I replied tactfully.
"What?" He gasped in feign offense, placing a hand paw on his chest. "Moi?" Then he scowled as if offended. "Just because I'm a brown dog doesn't mean..." But he couldn't even finish it as he gave another smirk and a laugh; nosing down at me and kissing my ear with a slurping lick. His whole body hugging me before I managed to roll him over onto his side and off of me, the fat dog.
He rested with his face on the bed, just laying on one cheek, and looking over at me with those big uncooked brownie eyes and a smile on his thin black lips. He was perfectly content, happy in this moment and I didn't want to rain on his parade - though the idea of bursting his, metaphorical, bubble was appealing.
Though I was afraid Richard might be taking this whole thing more than what it was. It was hard to tell with the touchy feeling canine-sapian. From friendly gestures, to more than friendly to even more friendly. I wasn't sure what he thought of us or this or how things were going to turn out.
And so, as we headed down to get breakfast, I asked him.
"Hm?" Was the fish hook eyebrow, tilt of the head confused, bewildered expression he gave me as I asked. "What do you mean?" Richard had that naive almost childlike look to his face as if he didn't even understand the question I had asked.
"Us. As in the whole," and I used a sausage and a bagel from the morning buffet to demonstrate. My rear still hurt just even making the gesture. I'd be walking funny for a week at least. Oh sure Richard was big but having a cork knot shoved up your plumping was another story all together. I ain't no virgin nun nor am I a slutty bastard that shoves tennis balls up there; so this was both a familiar and new...rump for me.
Richard seemed to take pride in the fact I was walking as if I had ridden a horse bare back (and I mean without a saddle, the feral kind...sicko). I told him to just shut up about. He replied with a naive "what?" Looking aghast at the very comment as if he were some kind of saint...bernard or something. So I knew, now, he was lying his fuzzy tail off.
"Well usually when a daddy and daddy love each other, little Richard." I said in a mocking tone, as a parent would to basically scold their stupid child for being stupid. "They like to play with their special places. Afterward however," and I made a sad face. "Things can get complicated." And with a nod, still using the condescending voice, I finished with a shrug and a shake of my head.
And, just as Richard would, he replied right afterward with a simple word. "Why?" Like a child who never stopped asking questions. I wanted to pound my face against the table before us and my fist against his face. As well as laugh at the childish tone he used, playing off my remark with a capital T.
The chocolate lab had cocked his head to the other side, still with the fish hook in his eyebrow. His tail wagged and he did well to hide the smile trying to escape. He raised his hands up before I could start again however.
"I'm just having fun with you," Richard said I assume applying in more ways than one as he would.
"That's what you said last night." I countered pointing my fork at me.
Richard shook his head almost gentleman like. "I'm not forking you." At my frown from this he countered with something else. "No, your right. I think my exact words were," gripping the table he closed his eyes bowing down and made several crude, grunting, groaning and moaning sounds rather loudly in the not so empty room. "Don't stop, ah! Yeah. Take it like that. Oh, Alexander." He added just to flavor things up. I, of course, was flushing at this point and trying to hide my face from those looking at us.
"I hate you." Was all I could really say on the matter. "I seriously, honestly hate you." And I heard the all too familiar thump of a tail wagging against a chair.
The chocolate Labrador just smiled that soft natural smile, he made it look so easy and effortlessly to be so...genuine. One of his hands played with a fork, the other rested near where I had left mine on the table. And the dog brushed a hind paw against my leg as he watched me with those soft uncooked brownie dough eyes.
I couldn't match his smile or meet his eyes so took a cue from him and used my fork as an excuse to hold my attention rather than to look at him. Playing with it with both hands and rubbing the cool steel between my fingers. Richard was the first to break the awkward tension forming in the air around us as I did all I could to delay this conversation.
"You don't regret it do you?" He asked as if wondering about my opinion on the weather we were having and rather on something far different and more serious. His words only increased the awkwardness between us.
"Yeah." I replied but ended up coughing half way and clearing my throat after as my voice seemed to have become lost halfway through the word. A single word that made my tongue feel like led. So I gave, an even weaker, nod in turn.
"Ok," Richard nodded back and gave a half wag of his tail and a half smile. Those floppy ears drooped and his eyes became downcast, as if, like myself, engrossed in curiosity about the silverware we had. I was too aware of the fact he had withdrawn his other hand, if only slightly, away from my own.
So I began about something else. A cheery topic that we could banter back and forth about as we got breakfast and enjoyed what little time we had before work. It went well and things were far more relaxed but Richard didn't have the gusto he once had. Like letting the air out of a balloon, he just deflated and gave half ass replies by the end of it. And by the time we were going to work I felt a rather large pit in my stomach forming as I used him, my only friend here.
I might've been thinking too much about it but even so we parted ways as we came inside the office I was becoming far too intimate with. It was a weak goodbye and I made sure to say I'd see him later. Richard gave a weak smile and a wave before heading off, I was sure to go sniff out some more donuts.
Mr. Gold was waiting for us and quickly dismissed Richard to do some menial task I hadn't even heard about before, even before he could manage to reach the breakroom; shooing him off like an annoying gnat. I wanted to chew Mr. Gold's tail off for that but knew it was only because, I myself, was feeling bad about what had happened between us. I'd apologize later today about it and was sure I was just reading too far into things.
"It is good to see you this morning, Mr. Wright!" The lion boomed in that domineering voice that shook the very cubicles next to us. He once more threw his arms high into the air before slapping them, painfully so, onto my shoulders. I felt my knees wanting to buckle once more. Even with a very noticeable wince of pain the lion didn't even let go as if not even aware he had caused it. I could see a grin forming under those jowls though. "How did you sleep?" He inquired with fake interests; something Richard had never shown me before. The dog had actually held onto my every word, and even apart from him for a couple of minutes was becoming hard.
"The room provided is above my expectations." I replied formally, and truthfully, offering what little smile I could in turn my thoughts clearly elsewhere.
One paw disappeared from a shoulder and the other arm snaked around before nearly squeezing me under his armpit, guiding me as if I was an old frat buddy he hadn't seen in forever, down between the cubicles and towards the conference room. "I am glad! Glad that it is to your liking." Mr. Gold droned on about how the room was his idea and the hotel was picked on his recommendation. I swear he just loved hearing himself speak. Or take credit for things. No wonder why he was able to become boss of this branch, only greasy worms had enough gull to run a business like this.
As we headed down between cubicles and the side offices I looked past the massive form that was Mr. Gold and tried to see the chocolate Labrador that escaped to some unknown place on this floor. My first thought was to break away from the lion and go look in the break room for him; but shook my head on the matter trying to reassure myself I would just apologize later. I felt the pit in my gut grow larger as I caught no sight or tail of the dog and found myself being dragged, practically, into the central office on the other side. And away from his once warm embrace.
The massive office was decorated primarily by the single large table within the very middle of the room; it took up a good three-fifths of the room. It was long and stretched from nearly one side to the other. It was some rich kind of oak and polished until you could see your face in it. It was surrounded by different sized chairs, I assume for different species. Massive windows were directly across from the door, overlooking the city. A place one could stand an observe the ants crawling around on the ground below. Some plants had been set up to try to add some life to this place but the very air within made me think of some desolated bad lands. Empty, lifeless, dry air.
At first I figured I was going to be some kind of main course to their breakfast, slathered and roasted with an apple in my mouth. Though the idea of just being butt naked in front of them were far more frightening, like going to school in just your underwear kind of fear. These thoughts all but vanished as I saw the three people on the other side of the table. Two older males and a female that would've made a perfect librarian.
Her hair was up in a neat bun and thin rimmed glasses rested on the very edge of her nose. She wore a tight suit and though she might've been a looker back before the second world war, time had taken a cruel turn reducing her to what she was now. White, waxy ghastly pale white skin that was stretched on high cheek bones and pulled back as if she had a face lift. She was nearly a twig and the neat bun on her head was far too brown; possibly a wig or a bad dye job. Either way I didn't dare ask as Mr. Gold introduced us.
"Ms. Parkeson," The lion introduced her first making me aware of her standings. He all but ignored the two old farts next to her; each looking as if they were about to croak any second now. For a half second I thought he made a bad Parkinson joke before it dawned on me that was her actual name. "This is the man I told you about the other day, Mr. Wright, from the central office." Mr. Gold gave a very large, a bit frightening, smile at this. She didn't even bat an eye. For an old granny she had some balls, I'll give her credit for that. Even I took a step back from the lion.
"Who wasn't at the corporate meeting yesterday." She said with nigh vehemence to her voice as if this was a great insult. Her voice was soft and held a high sense of dignity to it. It sounded more like she was reprimanding me about an overdue book than about missing some meeting and even more offended for it. "This has been noted." She added, making a sharp check on the folder in front of her. Both me and Mr. Gold winced at the sharp pen stroke that should've sliced the paper in two. Possibly even the desk.
Not only was I feeling bad about how I left things with Richard but now I felt even worse for making Mr. Gold have to deal with this she-devil by himself. No wonder why he was pushing this issue so much. If a corporate head, I assume her to be, was here this was indeed a bigger issue than I had even feared. And everyone was feeling the pressure of her visit.
"My apologies," I spoke up trying to draw some focus away from my would be boss (at least for the next few weeks). "I was prepping my would-be replacement on some of the new central policies that had been implemented the past few weeks. As well as going over the data sheets and reviewing the source of the issue that resulted in this mess." I wish I chose my words better but it was the best way to describe how neglect and disorganization had left the Western branch in a state of near bankruptcy. Not that far gone just the quota wasn't being met at the end of the day. And in the end that's all Central cared about. They don't even really care about the cause of it just so long as the quota gets met.
Most the time this is done by firing people randomly, blaming it on someone or some department and just bringing in new bodies in the thought it was the people to blame rather than the system itself. It was an ignorant way of thinking that only someone high above the rest would come to the conclusion too. When all you see is the ending numbers you don't care how you got to them.
"Yes," she adjusted her glasses with one hand and stared at me with dull sunken eyes. I shivered. Then she blinked and looked back down at the file in front of her. "A Mr. Richpaw, was it?" She asked more on the name itself than if he was indeed the replacement I had mention. I saw the corner of her mouth curl into a smile that would put Qualia De Vil to shame. Apparently the names a canine-sapien had was amusing. Be it the fact it had paw in it or the notion that he could be "rich" I wasn't sure nor did I ask. "How is...he," she used the word far too loosely for my taste. "Coming along?"
"He is already familiar with most of the the new protocols as well as familiar with the Section E and D of the Geeko report." Geeko was a loose term we used for the central filing system at Central. She was familiar with it but from the corner of my eye I could see the confusion on Mr. Gold's face. He still smiled and gave a nearly flawless appearance he was keeping up. "I believe by the time I leave, Mr. Richpaw will be a superb data configuration rep."
She frowned at this. And without even looking made another note on the file. Then her pen scrolled along the paper underneath the mark, writing a report and her opinion on it, with such perfect finesse that it would put an old English novelist to shame. She really needed to get laid.
At the thought I winced, squeezing my rear and feeling a familiar sharp pain from it. I grimaced and tried to play it off as a smile. Richard plays too ruff. Even in a middle of an important meeting like this all I could think about was that dumb chocolate Labrador.
The rest of the meeting was more Q and A that was interrupted only by a "courtesy" platter provided by Mr. Gold. The three didn't seem to find this to be amusing nor a necessary thing. When you don't eat, drink or breathe you didn't need normal sustenance I figured.
Apparently it was customary with animal-sapien offices to have breaks during meetings to have a snack. Not that it was unheard of but when someone brings in pork flanks and leg of lamb there was a difference between snacking and meal. It was a disgusting sight to watch as Mr. Gold and his two companions, the timber wolf and bear from before, had their meal.
The two were much like the older gentleman with Ms. Parkeson. They didn't say much more than be nodding yes men for the other who acted like a mouth piece for them. I couldn't imagine how the brown-nosers got to the seat where they were at now... It was a sad, pitiful sight and made me sick.
My only real job from then on was to make Mr. Gold look good and though I wouldn't be his yes man, much to his chagrin, I was able to apply my own outlook on the matter. And things rolled on nicely enough. I think I spoke too much of my own mind as I was soon dismissed, an hour or so later that was, by the very lion who had forced me to come along.
"If there is nothing else," Mr. Gold said abruptly standing. "I think Mr. Wright should be getting back to his duties. Lots of work to be done, things to be filed, replacement to be taught." He joked with a booming laugh but the paw on my back had its nails extended and I was sure Mr. Gold would've loved to just accompany me out and away from the rest of the corporate visit. That or he was trying to shove his paw up my caboose and use me as a puppet like the other two were for him.
I was more than happy to leave by myself though I was told to be seen out at least to make it look good for Mr. Gold in front of the corporate head.
It was the timber wolf, Mr. Tundra, that showed me out. The wolf didn't seem to be as annoyed by this than I figured he would be. I was however from the crude grin on his scruffy muzzle.
"Hah," he barked keeping a hand on my shoulder. "Leave them to deal with that bitch." I was sure he was using the politically correct term for her, given his position. "We can at least get out and have a little fun." There was something to that last part I wasn't sure about, I figured I was hearing things. Or reading into the matter.
"Yeah." I half-chuckled in reply unsure what else to say on the matter and feeling dumb for it.
We walked a bit further out before taking an sharp right and heading towards the much larger office rooms on the far side. The main floor was taken up by cubicles, one side held the main conference room and then there were two sets of office rooms. On the left side were the smaller ones used for, basically, storage. This is where I and Richard was forced to hold up. On the other side, the right side, was three decent sized offices. One larger than the next and one larger than the other two; I could only figure it was the ranking system and thus Mr. Gold held the largest office.
Mr. Tundra was a decently built man. He was covered in a thick coat of a dark gray, almost blue, fur with stripes of black separating the white furry underside. It was as if a child had outlined the separate color sections from one another. Though his fur was thick it wasn't clean nor smooth like Richard's was and had a far more...scruffy exterior to it. Far more...wild dog than domestic dog that Richard was. I could even smell his musk from where I was standing.
"You have fun with Richard last night?" He gave a toothy one sided grin, one large fang rubbing his bottom lip. I wasn't sure what he was implying nor let anything slip as we continued walking I hoped and figured towards the break room somewhat next to the offices.
"We worked mostly. So if that's what you find fun." I replied with a shrug wondering why he was steering us towards the smallest of the three offices, and presumably, his own.
"I bet you guys had a hard night. Bent over the desk cramming your heads together to get the work done." Things took a far more crude turn as there was a change of tone in his voice and a bit of a deeper than normal growl.
"I should get back to my work." I tried to squeeze past but an arm cut me off and the door shut behind him, nearly on his own tail.
"No rush, little lamb." He growled softly letting it vibrate out his neck and over his dull gray lips. A finger traced under my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. It was then that I realized the look in those eyes. The one that I had seen the first time I was introduced to the canine. A look a hungry wolf would give a stray sheep.
"I think you have the wrong idea." I started off putting my foot down right away though trying to keep it lighthearted in case it wasn't as I thought it was. Or feared.
"Now now," he grinned some more that one sided sneer of dark amusement. He tapped his nose once with a finger. "I can smell it." And he took a step forward so I in turn took a step back. "When I first read over your file I thought you were just another paper pushing dweeb." I frowned at that but he opened his arms and shook his head. "And then you go an get all buddy buddy with our little Richy." He teased at the name. "I get it," he shrugged once more. "You wanted to play with a mutt." Then leaned a bit closer. "You should be playing with," he puffed up his chest a bit. "A real canine." And a tongue snaked out to lick over his exposed fangs.
"Look, Mr. Tundra." I began raising a hand to stop his advance and bumped the desk behind me.
"Call me Roger, we're buddies aren't we?" He offered with excitement in his eyes. Eyes that slowly ran down over me and back up.
"Roger," I said if only to get his attention. "You're mistaken."
Then he tilted his head back an barked a single laugh. A hand unbuttoned his shirt one by one, skillfully so with those dull blunt claws. "I can smell him on you, you know." He sneered a bit as if insulted but it twisted back once more into an amused grin. "Most can't but a canine can, at least, smell where another canine has been."
And the large male took a step forward pressing his very groin at me and I moved back, bumping into the desk behind me once more. I wanted to say something but a muzzle clamped itself around my lips pressing a tongue forcibly inside and swirling it around quickly, stealing my would be retory away with it. A slurping suck and a loud swallow made the wolf growl as he shoved me back up onto the desk, grabbing my legs and pressing against me. Clawing at my sides to force my shirt up and gripping my back as that muzzle came at me once more.
So I pushed back away and nearly fell off the desk. In my surprised I ended up grabbing Mr. Tundra's head and roughly pulling it against me, and from the position I was in, ended up planting that muzzle, snout first, into my groin.
To say the least I was surprised. Not as much as Mr. Tundra was. Both of us stayed there far longer than either planned before I let go and promptly fell off the desk. My legs still hung off the edge of it as the chair half caught my fall. With a bump on my head I managed to get up, rubbing at it fiercely with slight tears in my eyes.
"I got to get back to work." I said sharper than I intended and didn't even care at this point.
With a snort, a lick over his nose the wolf didn't stop me but gave me an even cruder grin with a "being seeing you later." And with another shiver I shut the door, adjusted and fixed myself up (ignoring the doe who was watching me the whole time) and quickly made my way back to my office. Our office I should say, and where Richard was. Hoping my dishevel appearance wouldn't be questioned before I could explain.
"Hey," I greeted him friendly enough looking over my shoulder and shutting the door behind me. With a half laugh I started telling him what happened, "you wouldn't believe it." I said getting only halfway through before Richard excused him self with a courtly "got work to do."
It was far sharper than I had ever heard from him and the downcast dog quickly made his way out, shoving past me and with a bowed head headed off to do whatever it is dogs do when they are blue.
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*Friends: Deleted Scenes - Shower Surprise*
Monica and Rachel were lying together, naked in Rachel's bed after a morning of lovemaking. Monica rested her head on Rachel's shoulder. Her fingertips brushed her roommate's breast, as Rachel stroked her hair. Monica broke the silence.
"You know, we have to find some way to tell Ross about us," she said softly.
Rachel was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I know. But after what Carol did to him, I'm afraid he'll freak out and break up with me. There has to be some way of telling him what you and I mean to each other, without him getting all jealous and freaked about it."
"Yeah, somehow," Monica replied, thoughtfully. Then she raised up on an elbow and looked at Rachel. "Maybe... maybe he needs to SEE us, you know... together... but in a non-threatening way."
"Oh, I think I know how we can do this," Rachel said excitedly. She filled in Monica on her idea.
A few evenings later, Ross knocked and poked his head in their door. Rachel was standing in the kitchen in her bathrobe.
"Hi, sweetie," she smiled, going to him. "I'm so glad you could come over."
"Me, too," he gushed, kissing her. "So, what is it that you wanted."
"I've planned a surprise for you. You know how you like watching me undress for you, before we make love?" Her finger traced circles on his chest.
"Uh, oh yeah!"
"Well, I'm already naked under my robe, and I was going to take a shower, so..." Rachel cleared her throat, staring at Ross' lips, before she kissed him. "I thought maybe you'd like to watch... me, naked... water running down my body, and..."
"Um, OKAY!" he said quickly. Rachel giggled at him.
Some days, Ross still couldn't believe that Rachel Green was his girlfriend. AND that he'd had sex with her. 78 times so far, by his count. Knowing where this could lead, why would he be so stupid to pass up the opportunity?
She led him to the bathroom. The water was already running in the shower-tub and the curtain was closed. Rachel dropped her robe, revealing her nude body. On tip-toes, she kissed him seductively. He felt her silky skin. Then she turned and pushed aside the shower curtain.
Ross saw his sister standing in the tub, water running over her.
"Omigod, Monica," he said, looking away, then reaching for the door knob. "We're sorry. I guess Rach didn't know you were in here. We'll go now."
"No, no, sweetie," Rachel said, stopping him. "She's supposed to be here."
"What?" Ross asked, confused.
"Well... honey... when Carol left you for Susan, well... that was wrong. But that doesn't always happen. I love you very much. And you need to know that nothing will ever come between us."
Ross was beginning to get a hint of what she was saying. "But... so you mean..."
He looked at Monica, naked, then quickly averted his eyes again. Monica smiled to herself.
Rachel went on. "Monica and I have a closer relationship than I've ever had with anyone but you. And that can be a beautiful thing. We wanted you to know about us, and we wanted you to know that what you and I have..." She kissed him again, and he returned her kiss hesitantly. "...will never be hurt by what Monica and I have. So I thought that the best way would be for you to see us together, and see how wonderful that can be."
Monica stepped out of the shower and left little wet footprints on the floor as she went to them.
"Ross, I never want to come between you and Rachel," she said, looking into his eyes. "But you need to know that this is real." She smiled at Rachel and caressed her naked shoulder. "As real as you and Rachel. And it isn't going away." She gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Please be okay with this," she requested.
"Um," Ross said, looking at the two naked women standing in front of him, "I guess I could be."
He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was curious about what the girls had planned to show him. They both smiled and kissed him, one on each cheek. Monica hopped back into the tub. Ross sat down on the lowered toilet lid. Rachel lingered and rubbed his chest, tracing her hand down to his crotch.
"I want you to enjoy this, honey," she said seductively, before accenting her words with a kiss and a little squeeze to his package.
She went to join Monica, who was already standing under the shower head. He'd never seen his sister naked before. He was intrigued by her body and found himself comparing it to Rachel's, which he knew so well. She was slimmer than Rachel. He knew that she jogged regularly, and did yoga with Phoebe. Now he saw the payoff of her workouts.
Monica's breasts were fuller and a bit lower than his girlfriend's. But he noticed her breasts lift up, as she reached up and ran her hands through her damp shoulder length hair, re-soaking it. Her eyes were closed and her head was slightly back. His sister looked just like a pictorial he'd seen in Playboy a few years before, though she looked even better than the model.
As Rachel stepped into the tub, Monica opened her eyes and looked at Rachel, then over at Ross. He quickly looked down, with the feeling that he'd been caught doing something wrong. Monica laughed, not at all embarrassed that her brother was checking her out.
"Ya know, you can look at me, Ross," she said good-naturedly. "That's kind of why we're all here."
Monica turned and faced into the shower spray.
"Isn't she beautiful, sweetie?" Rachel said, to let him know that watching Monica was all right with her too.
She placed her hands on Monica's shoulders and gently kissed between them. The water scattering off Monica's body created little droplets on Rachel's chest and face.
Ross could feel an erection starting to build in his pants.
Monica turned and placed her hands on Rachel's arms.
"Let's get you wet, too, Rach."
Ross couldn't believe he was hearing these words from his sister, and wondered if Monica meant it as a double entendre. He saw them loosely hug, so neither would slip as they switched places.
Rachel tilted her head back and both girls' hands massaged her brown hair as the water drenched it.
Monica was standing very close to Rachel. Ross watched their breasts touching lightly against each other, nipples very hard. Then they became pressed together as Monica's hands rubbed Rachel's back. Rivulets of water traced their way down both women's' bodies.
His eyes followed Monica's hands, moving lower to the small of Rachel's back. So close to his girlfriend's ass.
"Will she touch it?" he wondered. "Will... will she grab it... and... and maybe... squeeze it?"
Rachel and Monica gazed at each other, smiling. Ross' focus on Monica's hands was ripped away as Rachel kissed Monica. That gentle kiss became more passionate and he watched his sister's tongue darting in and out of Rachel's mouth.
His hardn was bulging his pants by this time. He discretely pressed his palm against it and slowly rubbed as he watched the scene unfold.
Rachel broke their kiss and roughly grabbed Monica's ass, giggling. She squeezed and pulled Monica's hips against her own.
"Mmmm, I love this little ass!"
Monica's hands finally went to Rachel's butt.
"Well, I like yours too. And I bet Ross agrees with me."
They looked over at him, hand pressed against his crotch.
"Honey, you can touch yourself while you watch us," she went on with a sultry tone. "In fact, I'd kind of like to see you doing that."
"Yeah, Ross," Monica added, "you've seen what we have... so, show us what you have."
Ross unzipped his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, to the floor. His cock sprang up.
"WOW! That's big!" Monica exclaimed. "Rachel, you're a very lucky girl."
She gave a little laugh, "I know." Then she kissed her roommate. "Twice lucky."
Monica smiled as she broke their embrace and picked up a bottle of body wash.
"Turn around, Rach," she said.
They stepped back from the water and Monica lathered up the soft skin of her friend's back and shoulders. Rachel smiled at Ross, as she watched him slowly stroke his rod.
He saw Monica crouch behind his girlfriend and bring the soap suds to her butt, then down the backs of her legs. She stood, skimming her hands from ankle to shoulder, and kissed her neck.
"Now the front," was all Monica needed to say.
Rachel turned and offered the rest of her body to be washed by her roommate. The shower doused her hair and rinsed her back. Soapy water cascaded across her butt, down her legs and into the drain. Monica cupped a palm under the spray and directed handfuls to help rinse Rachel's shoulders.
She retrieved the bottle and squirted more into her hands. She smeared them together rapidly to raise a slight foam, then one at a time, slowly washed the full length of Rachel's arms. Her head was to the side and down slightly. Monica gave a couple of sideways and upward glances as she rubbed Rachel's slim arms; her eyes saying everything without uttering a word.
Both Ross and Rachel found this extremely seductive, but more so for Ross as he watched steam begin to swirl around the girls. Girls showering together had long been a fantasy for him, though he'd never told Rachel of it. And he never imagined that his little sister would be one of the women bringing this fantasy to life.
Monica's soapy hands crisscrossed Rachel's chest, then began moving lower. Even though he knew by now that it would happen, he was stunned at the sight of his sister caressing his girlfriend's breasts.
Ross caught himself thinking, "Now you, Rach. Rub Monica's breasts." But he could never say such a thing.
A bubble floated up and landed on Monica's nose. The girls giggled as Rachel wiped it away, replacing it with a kiss. Ross found himself laughing with their playfulness.
Monica continued washing Rachel's stomach and hips, then crouched in front of her and attended to her legs.
"Yes," Ross said softly, not realizing that he had spoken. They both looked at him and smiled.
"We do requests, too," Monica said, only half-teasing.
Ross saw her head just inches from Rachel's pussy. Both girls noticed he was staring at Monica. Her smile turned dirty.
"Do you like my 'position', Ross?"
Monica pressed the back of her hand against Rachel's inside ankle, and her roommate moved her foot to the side of the tub. Monica went on with her sexual teasing.
"Or, maybe you want me here..." she moved her face closer to Rachel.
"Or here..." Monica's lips were now just an inch away.
"Or here," she said, half-muffled as her mouth covered her roommate's clit.
Ross was jacking strong and fast at this sight.
"OH MONICA!" Rachel groaned as she threw her head back into the shower spray. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall.
Monica held Rachel's thighs to keep her balance with her face in her friend's crotch. Rachel felt her give a fast, pulsed sucking to her clit, lips clamped tightly around it. Monica removed her mouth with a loud smooch.
"Is that something like what you want?" Monica asked, licking her lips.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped, slowing his strokes.
"Ross, honey," Rachel said sweetly, "it's okay. Tell us what you want us to do."
"Um... well... Monica washed you, so maybe... next you should do her."
Rachel's sweetness turned a little slutty as Monica rose.
"Oh, I'll "do" her... but first shouldn't I wash her?" she finished with feigned innocence.
Ross gave her a slight smile. He loved how his girlfriend could be sweet and slutty at the same time.
She gestured for Monica to turn around, then applied some body wash to her palms. Monica looked back over her shoulder and smiled an invitation.
Rachel pressed her body into Monica's and wrapped her arms around her. Her hands began to raise a lather on Monica's body as they roamed from her neck to her crotch. Ross' unspoken wish came true as he watched Rachel fondle his sister's graceful breasts.
Rachel's tits were pressed into her roommate's back and she moved her body around, transferring soap from her to Monica. She crept downward like this, until she was rubbing her chest on Monica's tight ass.
Ross was jacking hard again. But this time he realized that he was completely aroused at seeing his sister's nude body covered in a sudsy, soapy film. Patches of bubbles hung below her breasts.
"WAY better than that Playboy," he thought.
Monica was looking down and behind her, making eye contact with Rachel as her legs and pussy were lathered. She took in a sharp breath as Rachel's finger found her clit, and then did a quick dip into her cunt.
Rachel rested her cheek on Monica's soapy butt as she slid her finger back up and in. Monica moaned as Rachel finger-banged her, playing in her box.
"Omigod..." he thought, "she's masturbating her... my, my girlfriend is masturbating my sister!"
Ross was numb with disbelief. But he wasn't so numb that his own hand stopped it's action.
Rachel drew her finger out. "Say, Mon," she said running her fingers along the outside of Monica's labia, "feels like it's time again."
Monica smiled, knowing that this wasn't really true. "Ya think Ross would want to watch that?"
"Well, I don't know," she said looking over her shoulder at him, "But he might want to watch what it leads to."
Monica sat on the edge of the tub, resting her back into the corner of the wall. Rachel grabbed a disposable razor and held it between her teeth as she lifted Monica's feet to rest on the sides of the tub. Monica's wrists hung inside her open knees.
There she was. Ross' little sister. Like she was posing for one of Joey's porn magazines. Ross admired the feminine curvature of her calves and slim thighs. His eyes went to her wet pussy lips and swollen clit. One of the nicest pussies Ross had ever seen. Flat, toned abdomen and stomach. And those perfect breasts.
Ross slowed his hand. But not because seeing Monica didn't turn him on.
"If I cum with Monica like that," he thought, "they'll think I want to... like... do her, or something."
Yet, once the thought of having sex with Monica entered his mind, it was hard to push it away, especially as he took in all that happened next.
Rachel knelt in the tub between Monica's widely spread legs. She applied a bead of body wash to Monica's trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, seductively, she worked it with her fingertips, until it brought a thick lather.
Both Gellers watched her actions intently.
Rachel "accidentally" brushed her thumb across her roomie's clit. Monica took a little gasp. Rachel crinkled her nose and gave her a nasty grin. She created a thick covering of soap all over Monica's genitals.
Monica looked over at Ross, his eyes fixed between her legs. He looked up and she gave him a little smile, before directing his gaze back down.
Taking the razor from her mouth, Rachel gently glided it over the flesh between Monica's legs. She made sure that Ross could see everything she was doing.
The white film was taken away and smooth pale skin remained. Of course, the girls knew it was all for show. Monica had shaved that morning. But for Ross, he'd never imagined anything so erotic as his gorgeous girlfriend shaving his beautiful sister.
Rachel moved the razor down both sides of Monica's mohawk, removing the imaginary stubble.
Rachel grabbed the shower massager and stretched its long hose to the end of the tub. She set it on a gentle spray, and rinsed the soap from herself, then from Monica's body, starting at her chest. Rachel's hand rubbed along her torso and legs, ensuring that she was clean.
Ross' eyes kept following the stream of water down to between Monica's legs, staring at his sister's tight pussy and that strip of hair above. He caught himself jacking hard again, and eased up to keep from cumming too soon.
Rachel crouched between Monica's thighs and washed away the rest of the soap. Her face was very close.
As the last of the suds was gone, Rachel took the flat of her tongue and slowly licked the full length of Monica's pussy.
"Ohhhh, RACH!" Ross groaned, obviously pleased.
The girls looked at him and smiled.
"More, Rachel," Monica whispered.
"For Ross... or for you?" Rachel said, looking up at her.
"For both of us," she said sultrily, as she watched Ross masturbating his big hard dick.
Rachel put her head down and went to work between Monica's legs. She flicked her tongue on Monica's clitoris.
Ross saw goosebumps raise on Monica's legs and arms, as an uncontrollable shiver ran through her body. Yet, with steam still floating thickly around the bathroom, there was no way she could be chilly.
Rachel put her lips around her best friend's clit and sucked gently, while the tip of her tongue continued to dance on the little fold of flesh.
"YEESSSS!!" Monica moaned.
She began groping her own breast, rubbing her chest and neck. Her finger hung from her open mouth as she looked at Rachel. One long French-kiss to her clit.
Ross watched his sister's tits heave gently as she took shallow panting breaths.
"Yes, do that... oh yes... oh Rach, I like that..."
This spurred her partner on. Monica's hand left her mouth and ran through her damp dark locks.
Her eyes were closed and she groaned, "Oh god, Rachel... oh my god... oh... make me cum... make me cum, Rachel."
Rachel's free hand was at her own crotch, rubbing her clit hard. She wanted Monica to cum, but she couldn't help touching herself.
Her tongue was shooting in and out of Monica's box. Her partner was moaning loudly, just the way Rachel liked her.
"OOOOOhh... OHHHHhhhh... MMMMMMMmmm... oh, RAAACH... lick me... lick me Rach..."
Ross saw the look of ecstasy on his sister's face. He heard her sensual moaning. And part of him wanted to create that look and those moans.
Ross had been keeping himself right on the verge of ejaculation. He would masturbate hard and fast until he was almost there, then he'd back off and slowly stroke himself. Fondling his balls. Thinking about both women sucking on them. Then he'd start the cycle all over, watching his girlfriend going down on his sister.
Monica's mouth hung open as she reveled in Rachel's attention.
"I'm so close... I'm so close..." she whimpered.
Rachel stopped frigging herself and pushed the same finger inside her friend. Her mouth moved up to the swollen clit.
Monica gasped at all the sensations. Hot water flowing over her. Rachel's warm tongue throbbing on her clit. A finger rubbing deep inside her. Monica screamed as she came.
"OH! OHHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHH!"
She squeezed her tits as Rachel sped up the finger-action. Monica's screams melded into moans.
"MMMMMmmmm... OOOOhhh... oh, fuck... ohhhh, fuck... oooohhh... ohhhh."
She caught her breath as the orgasm passed.
Monica dropped her feet to the floor of the tub as Rachel rose up to kiss her.
Ross was trying to recover some composure himself, sensing that the show wasn't over.
The girls stood giggling, almost as if Ross wasn't there. They replaced the shower massager and turned the main head back on.
As Rachel helped Monica rinse her back, she asked, "So now what, baby? Do you want to see her make me cum? Or do YOU want to make me cum?"
Then she paused before saying luridly," OR do you want to make Monica cum?"
"Rachel!" Monica exclaimed, gently slapping her roommate's shoulder, eliciting a laugh. "Ross doesn't want to fuck his own sister."
Even though deep down he felt otherwise, Ross took the obvious choice.
"I want..." he cleared his throat, "I want to watch Monica, um, lick you... and stuff."
"Good choice," Rachel winked.
She bent over the open end of the tub, placing her hands on the rim, and presented herself to Monica. She knelt behind Rachel and gently rubbed her clit and pussy lips.
Monica smiled at Ross and watched him as she pushed her finger into Rachel, producing a "mmmmm." She slowly finger-fucked her.
"Oh, yeah... yeah... like that... rub me slowly."
Monica complied, but periodically taunted her with her tongue.
"Oh, don't tease me," she whined, "Just do it. Lick me. Please."
Monica removed her finger and began lapping at Rachel's cunt. Water, beating down on Rachel's back, splashed off like a second shower on Monica's forehead and face.
Ross knew Rachel's look. He'd seen it many times before.
"Is... is she good... at, at that?" he asked quietly.
"Oh Ross," Rachel moaned, "she's VERY good at it."
Monica's little smile was hidden, but her eyes told Ross that the complement was appreciated.
Wet strands of hair clung to Rachel's face. Eyes closed, she groaned her approval.
"Ohhhh Mon... OH MONICA! Oh like that... oh yes... yes, yes... MMMMMMMmmm."
Then she looked over at her boyfriend. His dick was dark pink from all the handling. But it was still very hard. Long. Throbbing. She wanted it.
"Ross, come here," she whimpered. He stood and moved in front of her. "Let me suck."
Ross put his cock inside Rachel's waiting mouth. She suckled on the head, softening the sound of her moans.
Monica did something particularly stimulating and Ross heard Rachel groan, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
He slowly began rocking his hips forward and back, fucking Rachel's mouth. She encouraged him with a muffled "mh hmm" and sucked each time he pulled back.
Monica saw this and started to tongue-fuck her with the same rhythm. Brother and sister, fucking both ends the woman, keeping in perfect sync.
Rachel had never felt this before and her mind took her ever closer to climax. She whined her excitement at being double-fucked.
Monica reached between Rachel's legs. She groped and caressed her hanging breast.
"MM! mh hmm... mh hmm..." came from Rachel.
Both could tell that Rachel was getting very close.
"Make her cum, Mon."
The siblings' eyes met and Ross knew that his sister had the same intent as himself.
With her hands on Rachel's hips, she picked up her pace. Ross held Rachel's head and matched Monica, thrust for thrust.
Rachel was whining as loudly as her filled mouth would allow. Her body was tense. Monica could tell that this would be very good.
Rachel's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her knees buckled, but Monica steadied her. Yet she never stopped tonguing her.
Rachel's lips released and she groaned around Ross' cock.
He continued to fuck her mouth, more slowly though. Feeling her tongue and lower teeth rubbing on the bottom of his shaft. Hearing the unique semi-covered tone of her sounds. Seeing her brow furrowed in pleasure.
As Rachel's orgasm subsided, she weakly went to her knees in the end of the tub. Her lips were clamped around Ross's cock to keep it right where she wanted it.
Monica moved in behind her, snuggling her pussy against Rachel's ass. She kissed her shoulder and caressed her breasts as Rachel sucked off her brother.
Rachel removed her mouth, took hold of Ross's cock, and slowly stroked it.
"Wow, big boy, you've lasted a very long time tonight," she said. "I think you're ready for a little treat."
She gave Ross a couple quick sucks, pushing her lips down around his shaft, before resuming her strokes.
"Come on, baby... do you want to cum?"
Ross gave a groaned reply.
"Come for me, Ross... come for me... that's it... closer... closer..."
Ross knew that Rachel could be quite nasty when she wanted to, and it's one of the reasons he loved her.
"Think about tonight... seeing me wash Monica's body... watching me shave her... lick her... suck her... finger her pussy..."
All those images were clear in Ross's mind.
Monica rested her chin on Rachel's back, watching what was happening. And getting a little turned on again by Rachel's monologue.
"You liked seeing Monica caress my body, didn't you? Rubbing me... seeing her kneel in front of me... ready to lick... then watching her with her tongue inside me... ooo, Ross... it felt so good."
Ross was panting hard, looking down at Rachel and Monica.
"Cum for me, honey... I want it... I want you to cum on my face... can you do that? Can you cum?"
Ross could only nod. She was jacking him as hard as she saw him doing before.
"Yeah, baby, cum... let me have it... give it to me... all over me..."
Ross let go with a huge climax. He shot a big stream across Rachel's nose and forehead, and slightly in her hair.
Rachel was still masturbating him furiously, and a large stray spurt of cum went past her head and landed above Monica's upper lip.
Ross watched as, out of reflex, she licked it into her mouth. Their eyes locked with a wordless exchange. She looked down and kissed Rachel's shoulder again, slightly embarrassed, but secretly pleased with the random event.
Ross unloaded more onto Rachel's cheek and lips, before she leaned in to take the rest in her mouth. She sucked every drop out of Ross and he groaned at the way her sucking stimulated his spent cock.
When Ross was completely empty, Rachel smiled at him with a cum-adorned face.
"Why don't you wait in my bedroom, sweetie. Maybe we can play more, in a little while. I'm just gonna wash my face, k?" she said sweetly.
Ross smiled and moved to go, pulling up his pants. Monica stood quickly as he walked past.
"Wait... Ross..." He turned to her and she pulled him over to kiss him on the cheek.
Ross was extremely mindful that his semi-rigid cock was pressing into his sister's stomach. She tried to act unaware of it, smiling at him.
"Thanks, um... for being okay with this."
He smiled back. "Well, you mean the world to me, and I always want you to be happy."
They stared at each other for a few moments, Monica smiling and Ross fidgeting.
"I better go so you two can get ready for bed."
That night, Ross and Rachel made love with surprising passion. But his mind kept drifting to the woman in the other room. Recalling images of her body, sounds of her moans.
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*This story is based on reluctance and coercion in an interracial lesbian setting. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on.*
Chapter 1
My moans urged Pierre on as he thrust down into me. This was the first time my husband had fucked me in our new home and with the moonlight peeping in through the partially open curtains, it was even more of a thrill than I'd anticipated.
What twenty-five year old girl wouldn't be turned on by fucking in a four poster bed in a French mansion? Pierre had lived there for several years and now it was my home, too.
He grunted as I wrapped my feet around his heavily sweating back. With an affectionate growl, I dug my heels into his ass and pushed him even deeper inside me.
Suddenly the air was full of expletives. Pierre couldn't hold back his language during moments of extreme passion and it never failed to increase my arousal. Was there a sexier language than French? It was that accent that had first attracted me to him. We'd been making love for well over half an hour and sweat was dropping from his forehead onto my body. Despite the twenty year difference in our ages, his stamina matched mine. I closed my eyes, momentarily reflecting on how good life was.
Everything had happened so quickly.
We'd only met six months ago and now I was his wife. It had been a whirlwind courtship, carried out across Europe while he pursued his goodwill Ambassadorial duties for the French government and I carried out my modelling commitments. We'd managed to spend most of that time in one another's company, apart from one weekend when he was delayed in Zurich while was on various catwalk's in Milan.
Pierre was panting hard now, a sure-fire indication he was closing in on his orgasm.
"Let me on top, darling," I told him, wanting him to last just a little longer.
I slid from underneath him, manoeuvring our positions so that I could settle on his lap. His eyes went to my freckled breasts and I shook them at him before bending forward to allow him to suckle each erect nipple in turn. That always made me cream.
If I sheathed him again he'd cum almost immediately and I wasn't ready for that. Before he could react I shuffled my body upwards, leaving a damp trail of juices across his stomach and chest as I slid my sex towards his face.
"Just for a few moments, Pierre," I told him.
He needed his orgasm but I wanted satisfaction first and with my knees clamped over his arms, he had no way out. An Irish girl at University loved bringing me to orgasm this way and while that was a few years ago now, how could I forget?
Marie O'Flanagan had been eighteen then, the same age that Pierre's daughter was now. I hadn't seen Françoise since the wedding. The eighteen year old was as beautiful as her father was handsome and we got on well together, thank God.
It would be early tomorrow morning when she arrived with a friend of hers to spend a long weekend with her father and I. That had given us tonight alone to enjoy ourselves. Pierre was not only a good lover, he was charismatic, wealthy, and had already taught me much about the finer things in life. We were a perfect match.
I clamped my thighs around his head, gripping his hair with one hand and encouraging his mouth to my sex. The French had a real talent for cunninglingus. When he stretched his neck upwards and ran his tongue across my clean-shaven opening, I shuddered.
"Yes, darling, like that," I moaned, grinding down onto his Gallic lips. "Just like that..."
His arms curled under my thighs, holding me in position as I began to gyrate. He knew how wild this position made me and I began to growl as I rode his face. As he sucked my clit between his lips I leant backwards, resting one hand on the bed and circling his thick girth behind me with the other. I wanted him hard for when the time came.
Just as it had always done under the oral ministrations of the red-haired Marie O'Flanagan, my orgasm quickly sprinted through me. I always came harder this way and I waited until Pierre's experienced mouth had sucked up my juices before slithering back down his body, scraping my breasts and hard nipples along his sweaty chest.
"Such a good boy," I whispered, sheathing him and jerking down on his hardness. "Now it's your turn..."
Pierre was already out of bed, conversing in French on the telephone as he paced the bedroom floor. There was some problem in Brussels and his advice was being sought. I slipped the cream silk robe around my naked body and left him to it, sauntering out onto the large balcony and allowing the warm morning sunshine to hit my face.
This was my new home and I breathed in the glorious French air as I rested against the stone balcony rail. The view across the grounds was stunning, a series of rolling hills with not another building to interrupt the vista.
Could life get any better?
A noise from below caught my attention and I leaned forward to gain a better view. Two young women were stretched out on the sun beds beside the large outdoor swimming pool. The curly haired black girl in the red bikini had a voluptuous body but it was the honey tanned white girl I recognised instantly.
The short cut blonde hair was unmistakeable, as was the slender athletic body on display in the skimpy gold bikini. I'd suggested to Pierre that she could easily make her way in the modelling world and I'd already sounded out a couple of photographers. Ever the pragmatist, he wanted her education completed first.
The two of them were casually spread out on their sun beds, chatting, when suddenly the black girl pushed up into a sitting position. As she reached for the bottle of sun tan oil her full breasts bounced tantalisingly inside the loose confines of the bikini top. I felt my nipples rise in approval. I hadn't been into girls since Marie O'Flanagan, but my reaction during Fashion shoots confirmed I could still appreciate the female form.
Some of the other models had stunning figures but none of them quite like this one.
With a frustrated sigh, I began to turn away and chastise myself, but I caught further movement out of the corner of my eye. Françoise's young friend had handed the bottle to her and was casually unhooking her bikini top. I quickly turned back, an unwanted voyeur. Her naked breasts—surmounted on their crests with chocolate, almost perfectly circular nipples—defied gravity as they thrust proudly from her young body.
A pool of appreciation formed between my thighs.
Pierre's voice made me jump. The thought of being caught watching his daughter and her friend flooded my body with guilt and I began to swing away before I realised he was simply informing me he was about to take a shower. The warning should have been sufficient for me to return to the bedroom but as I heard the en-suite door close I was unable to prevent my gaze from glancing downwards again.
Both girls had changed position. The black girl, still topless, lay back on the sun bed, both hands behind her head. Françoise was kneeling beside her, holding the bottle of sun oil over her stomach and allowing the dark liquid to trickle slowly downwards onto that ebony coloured flesh. There was something intensely sensual about the scene.
When a small pool had formed on the girl's skin, Françoise began to work the oil across the glistening skin of that flat teenage stomach.
I imagined the young girl's eyes were closed but beneath the dark sunglasses it wasn't easy to tell. It occurred to me that if she looked upwards it would be impossible to miss my head craning over the balcony and I leant back a little and checked behind me. Pierre couldn't to return to the bedroom without my hearing the en-suite door open but even so, my voyeuring guilt made me nervous.
There was a definite sensuality to watching one woman oil another and when Françoise's hands rose upwards to cup and massage the oil into those delectable black breasts, I felt my breath catch. Any pretence at simply applying some suntan protection had gone. Her movements were sexual as she kneaded those magnificent swells.
I told myself to return to the bedroom but I was hypnotised.
Françoise's fingertips came together with each sweep to delicately pinch those chocolate nipples and the girl's back arched a little under each touch. When the faint sound of a mewing noise floated up to my ears, I felt my own nipples begin to tingle.
Suddenly the black girl spoke again to Françoise. I couldn't quite hear what was being said but she was giving an instruction. Pierre's daughter nodded obediently and reached for the ties on the girl's red bikini bottoms. With a theatrical, almost slow motion pull of her fingers, she freed each in turn. My breath caught in my throat.
The girl lifted her ass so that Françoise could pull them from her now naked body and I felt a surge of static electricity as my eyes drifted down to her cleanly shaven pussy, the skin a deep ebony colour like the rest of her body. Most of the models I worked with preferred the bare look, too, while I held an affection for my own dark landing strip.
Françoise trailed her hand across the girl's baby-smooth sex, her white fingers providing an erotic contrast to the black flesh. Her movements were lazy and unhurried, and it was clear this wasn't the first time they'd engaged in such a practice.
The girl spoke to her again—another instruction?—and a smile creased Françoise's face as she nodded. She bent forward to suck one of those delicious nipples into her mouth at the same time as sliding a single finger inside the girl's sex. It occurred so gently, in such a matterf-fact way that, at first, I wasn't sure it had happened. But then the black girl's hands were gripping the top of the lounger behind her as her body began to gyrate on the working digit.
My heart was pumping and I couldn't resist the urge to reach inside my robe and run my fingers across my rapidly emerging clitoris. Watching them was an incredibly illicit sensation and it was difficult to judge if guilt or arousal was my primary feeling.
The girl spoke to Françoise once more and I gasped as Pierre's daughter withdrew and then licked her finger. As she shifted position so that she lay between the girl's legs, it instantly became clear what she had in mind and the shock hit me like a thunderbolt. Despite the privacy of the mansion, they must have known that either Madeleine—the housekeeper—or even her father or I could interrupt them at any moment.
If they did, they didn't care. The black girl caressed Françoise's hair just as Pierre's daughter's tongue was beginning its journey across the dark, glistening opening.
The sound of the en-suite bathroom door opening made me jump out of my skin. My husband's sense of timing was wretched and the thought of him finding me watching his daughter go down on her friend sent blood rushing to my face. I leapt up and quickly headed back into the bedroom, guilt written all over my expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked, towelling his hair.
When his eyes flicked over my shoulder towards the balcony, I thought for an awful he was going to check out there and my survival instinct kicked in. I grabbed his arm and pulled him with me to the bed, opening my robe as I fell onto my back.
"I need you," I mumbled, opening my legs. "Lick me..."
Pierre and I had emerged for a late breakfast and were immediately joined—their bikinis covered by kaftans—by his daughter and the black girl, who was introduced to me as Sherrilyn. The young teenager turned out to be a 'close' friend who Françoise had met at their all-girl private College. Pierre had told me that they'd become inseparable lately and I was beginning to understand why.
Despite their activities by the pool, neither showed any undue affection for the other and I would have swallowed the friendship story had I not known otherwise. Thank God that Pierre had no idea. Even though he was imbued with the normal French laissez-faire approach to most things, I couldn't even guess at what his reaction might be.
Throughout breakfast the two teenage girls bombarded me with questions about my career and wanted to know the ins and outs of the modelling world. Françoise was her normal gushing self while Sherrilyn was more reserved, very much in control of herself and her emotions. When she spoke to me she made a point of looking deep into my eyes as if she was listening to my thoughts as well as my answers.
When, eventually, Pierre said he intended to drive into Deauville to visit the local wine dealer, Françoise asked if she could accompany him. She hadn't seen him for ages, she pleadingly said, and it would give Sherrilyn an opportunity to get to know me better. Her teenage friend had just smiled at me, those penetrating black eyes not missing a thing.
Before they left, Pierre led Sherrilyn and I to the conservatory and made sure we were settled comfortably. He gave me a soft peck on my lips and then asked Madeleine—the housekeeper—to bring us two glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine from his collection. He promised that they'd return within the hour.
"Do you think I could make it as a model?" Sherrilyn asked, once Madeleine had departed and we both had a full glass of burgundy in our hands.
I smiled, but felt goosebumps running up my spine at the recollection of her naked body.
"Absolutely," I replied.
I kept my voice steady. Was it the image in my mind's eye of Françoise going down on her that made me feel nervous? Being so well travelled and used to seeing all sorts of things going on when the other models partied, I normally took things in my stride.
She rested her glass on the small table beside her. Smiling at me, she gracefully rose to her feet and stepped out of the black kaftan she wore over her red bikini. Without a hint of embarrassment she sashayed across the room, stopping at the far end to send me a model-like stare before walking directly towards me. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, she stood not more than a couple of feet away and raised an eyebrow.
"Well?"
I fought back the tightness forming in my chest. This wasn't an audition; it was some sort of sexual challenge. Pierre and Françoise had been gone for less than ten minutes and the teenager was deliberately displaying her body to me. Why would she do that? She couldn't have seen me watching the two of them, could she?
"You have a good figure, Sherrilyn," I non-committaly said, "but there are lots of young women with good figures who want to get into the industry."
I kept my voice soft and cold as I delivered the put down. I had no intention of being intimidated by a teenage girl.
"Mmm-hmm?" she murmured, cocking her hip to one side.
She studied my expression as she picked up her wine glass, as if trying to get inside my mind. After taking a long drink she replaced the glass and, without warning, her hands went to the back of her red bikini top. My eyes widened in surprise she untied the back and pulled it from her body. As she wanted, my gaze was drawn to those well-nigh perfect black breasts as they bounced and settled.
"What about my tits?" she asked, as she provocatively cupped them with both hands. Her black eyes didn't move from mine as she rolled them in her palms. "Some women think my ass is my best feature but others love my tits. What about you, Adrianna?"
I took a few seconds before answering. The girl knew which spots to hit.
"There's a lot of demand for well-endowed models nowadays," I said, trying to keep the conversation within the context of my career. "But it's not just about your breasts. It's the whole package, your body, look and personality. How you look on camera."
"You misunderstand me," she dismissively answered.
Her hands went to her hips, exposing her full breasts to my gaze again. They bounced before settling and despite myself it was impossible to stop my startled eyes from admiring them. Her chocolate nipples were so hard...
"I was interested in your personal preference. You like women, after all."
I felt my breath catch. She was deliberately pushing my buttons and there could only be one reason for her comment. I'd been seen.
"No I don't," I lied.
My eyes dropped to my glass as I swirled the wine around the insides. It was obvious to me where this conversation was heading and I refused to meet her intimidating gaze as I desperately tried to think of a way out. She didn't give me one.
"Did you enjoy watched Françoise service me by the pool, Adrianna?"
The words startled me. Service her? Those were a word that Marie O'Flanagan used when she was in a mischievous mood.
"I saw you watching us from the balcony."
I played dumb but the flush of my cheeks betrayed my embarrassment.
"The balcony?" My heart was palpitating. "I wasn't watching you, Sherrilyn. I was just taking the air."
She simply smiled and we both knew that I had been caught in a lie.
"I was watching you all the time you spied on us," she calmly responded. "That's why I told Françoise to go down on me. It was quite a turn on, having her service me while you watched. I could sense how turned on you were."
She turned her back on me and swayed back to her chair. My eyes dropped to the way the skimpy red bikini bottoms clung to the firm cheeks of her black buttocks. They were fractionally too big for her body but that only enhanced her appeal.
"Did you tell her father?" she asked, swinging around and flopping down into the chair.
The question took me by surprise. "Of course not."
"Good. He wouldn't approve."
I felt a prickle of annoyance. How would she know what Pierre would approve? So what if his daughter was gay or bisexual. Most young women were into experimentation nowadays. She read my mind.
"At college, my friends and I have are members of a club we call Black Sorority. We each have a little white girl we let go down on us. Françoise is mine, although we do share them around from time to time."
Shock was written all over my face as I struggled to comprehend her words. They were clear enough, but difficult to believe. She'd been playing with me until now and that disclosure was almost a knockout punch.
"So you see, Françoise's father wouldn't approve, would he?"
I shuffled in my seat. The girl was only eighteen and she had me speechless.
"Did it excite you, Adrianna?" she asked, increasing the pressure. "Watching us?"
My mouth was suddenly parched and I took a sip of wine to ease the dryness as well as give me time to think. She took advantage, sliding her fingers inside her bikini bottoms.
"Do you want to watch me now?"
"Sherrilyn, stop this, we both know it's completely inappropriate. Whatever you and Françoise get up to is between yourselves. Don't—"
I paused as she slouched lower on her seat and I found my gaze drawn between her thighs. I could see the curl of her fingers under the thin red material, the way her arm was flexing. Her breasts swayed slightly with each movement. I should have instantly told her to stop but the words wouldn't come out. She took advantage of my confusion.
"Most young white girls can't get enough black pussy. What about you?"
I felt my cheeks burn. She was sitting there, only a short distance between us, masturbating while she talked dirty to me. Thoughts of my time with Marie O'Flanagan flooded my mind. The way she used to make me go down on her with just a few well chosen words. I could see her sex in my mind's eye as I sank to my knees to worship her. Only this time it wasn't her. It was a black pussy.
I could feel was a fire burning deep inside my loins. Sherrilyn must have felt it too.
"It's in the eyes," she said, pulling her hand away from her lap.
Was that disappointment I felt?
She slowly rose from her seat, her black breasts swinging as she sauntered across the short divide between us. As she drew level she touched her fingertip to my mouth. I reflexively drew away from her but not before I had unwittingly licked at my lips. It was a taste I hadn't experienced for a long time.
"We both know what you want, Adrianna," she murmured, implanting the suggestion deep in my mind. "The eyes always give it away."
Her teenage hips swung from side to side as she headed out of the room. She was so confident that my gaze was fixed on her ass that she didn't even look back to check.
As soon as she was out of sight, I licked my lips a second time.
I watched spellbound through the conservatory windows as Sherrilyn emerged outside by the pool. She casually pulled loose the ties on her red bikini bottoms and then, naked, dived fluidly into the pool.
Madeleine appeared at the door from nowhere, asking if she could help me in any way. It struck me that her full figured body was a deeper shade of black than Sherrilyn's and I shook away the thought before telling her I intended to take a nap.
Once in my room, I doused my face in water and filtered everything that had happened through my fevered brain. Why had I allowed her to control the conversation like that? Was it guilt at having been caught watching her and Françoise? Or was it some inner need that had lain dormant ever since Marie O'Flanagan had returned to Ireland?
I could still taste her on my lips and as my tongue eagerly flicked across them again, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Guilt was written all over my face, but so was arousal. This was wrong, wicked, but I had no choice. I slowly and deliberately eased my hand under the hem of my dress and down inside my panties.
The immediate sexual charge was almost overwhelming.
I desperately tried to conjure an image of Pierre, of Marie O'Flanagan even, but all I could see was Sherrilyn, that voluptuous black body, and the way she'd so openly masturbated in front of me. What had she said?
"Most young white girls can't get enough black pussy. What about you?"
It was impossible to contain the growl that emerged from my throat.
I widened my legs and planted my feet firmly on the ground, giving myself leverage as I lifted onto my tiptoes. My clit responded as images of a naked Sherrilyn filled my mind as she settled her sex over my face. A finger slid inside my wetness like a knife through butter and my orgasm begin to swirl. A second finger and it was there.
My eyes closed as the spasms wracked my body and I could hear Sherrilyn's voice again.
"We both know what you want..."
Chapter 2
I twisted around on the large bed, frustrated by the events of the last twenty four hours.
I'd watched Françoise go down on her friend by the pool, an insane act considering they were out in the open. Sherrilyn's influence must have been absolute for her to agree to such a thing when her father could have interrupted them at any moment. Yet not only had she agreed, she'd performed eagerly, as if she was being granted a favour.
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Little had I known that Sherrilyn, beneath her large sunglasses, had observed my voyeuristic interest and made Françoise put on a show for my benefit. I wondered whether she'd confided in Pierre's daughter that I'd been there, observing them? I needed to know and while I couldn't openly ask Françoise, I could look for signs. Her demeanour would give it away, surely?
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bined the body of a voluptuous teenager with the mind of a Lolita-like character. I was still unsure about the Black Sorority, as she'd called them. Could that be true? It had crossed my mind to mention it to Pierre, but he'd be furious with Françoise, and she in turn would probably never speak to me again. Besides, my voyeurism would then raise its ugly head.
I was in a no-win situation, which was probably why Sherrilyn felt so confident in telling me. I felt little pinpricks of nervous energy cover my body. There was only one reason for her to confide in me and that was to attempt to draw me into her web.
As a result, I'd resolved to stay as far away from the two teenagers as I could during their visit this weekend. Until the phone call Pierre had received from the French government. His sudden need to be in Geneva overnight had complicated matters further. He'd been extremely apologetic, but had rushed away late afternoon with a promise he'd return in time for dinner this evening.
I hadn't slept much during the night as without him my body was aching for release. Sherrilyn had lit the fuse and the growing heat between my legs was becoming harder to ignore. With a frustrated groan, I settled back into the piled pillows and reached again for my trusty vibrator. How many times had I used my 'special friend' during the night?
I was so wet that once I'd switched it on, it took very little effort to slip the long shaft deep inside my needy sex. I let out a second groan, this time longer. But just as I tilted it slightly to vibrate against my clitoris, the telephone rang.
Talk about bad timing...
I hurriedly switched it off but left the shaft inside, unable to resist the wonderful fullness as I grabbed for the phone,
"Did you sleep well without me?" the sexy French voice purred.
That surprised me. Hearing from Pierre when he was engaged in any sort of diplomatic mission was a rarity.
"I spent half the night awake," I complained. "When you return I'll show you exactly how much I missed you."
His laugh was a warm Gallic sound.
"I don't have long, darling, there's a storm brewing here. The British don't want to give an inch and neither do the Germans. But I just wanted to check on how you are."
"I'm fine, Pierre," I lied.
"And the girls? They're more than old enough to entertain one another, I know, but I hope they weren't too much trouble?"
They were more than old enough to entertain one another? A vision of their 'entertainment' entered my mind. My breath caught in my throat as I raised my hips from the bed and thrust the phallus deeper.
I'd stayed out of their way early evening, explaining to Madeleine that I had a few phone calls to make from my room. By the time I reluctantly emerged, I found to my surprise that Françoise and Sherrilyn had decided to visit a local casino and nightclub. They'd still been there when I'd retired to my bed.
I was unsure whether I'd felt relief or disappointment.
"No trouble," I began to explain. "They went to a club together—"
But he was no longer listening.
"Sorry darling," he interrupted, his voice suddenly distracted. "They're waving me back into the meeting. I'll be home tonight without fail. Au revoir."
His voice was replaced by the dialling tone before I could reply and for a few moments I held the telephone in one hand before dropping it back onto its base.
"Sorry darling," he interrupted, his voice suddenly distracted. "They're waving me back into the meeting. I'll be home tonight without fail. Au revoir."
His voice was replaced by the dialling tone before I could reply and for a few moments I held the telephone in one hand before dropping it back onto its base.
My thoughts returned to Françoise and Sherrilyn and before I realised what I was doing, I felt the vibrator buzzing deep inside and I was slowly pushing it in and out. Lulled by the delicious friction, I slid a little deeper into the pillows and started to raise my hips to meet the movements of my hand.
I tried to think of making love to Pierre but the problem was that as I grew more excited it was not his image that came to mind but that of the two teenagers. I tried to dismiss it but my efforts were only half-hearted and each time I surrendered to the illicit thoughts I felt myself getting ever nearer to a climax.
One hand rose to my breast, my fingers caressing my sensitive nipples as I began to piston the vibrator in and out. What had started as a slow tease had quickly changed to an uncontrolled frenzy and I squeezed my breasts in time with my thrusts as I thought of 'black pussy'. My body gleamed with perspiration and I tried to stay quiet, but what started as a stifled groan grew louder with each passing second.
When the tide finally broke inside my overheated body, I almost cried with the intensity of the orgasm. Lying back, heart palpitating, I let myself surrender to the repeated orgasmic waves as they beat against the shore.
When, eventually, they receded, I convinced myself to get ready and head downstairs. I couldn't stay out of the way forever...
I'd showered, applied a liberal amount of perfume and changed into my skimpy black bikini. It was the most revealing of all my swimsuits but the need to display my own body was as overwhelming as it was confusing.
Was I trying to impress Sherrilyn?
It took only a few short steps to the balcony to confirm that the two teenage girls occupied two of the loungers by the pool. Françoise's body looked hot in her striped bikini but it was Sherrilyn who drew my immediate attention. Her white bikini presented a breathtaking contrast to her black skin and heat formed between my thighs at the thought of joining them.
Hurrying back to the bedroom, I checked myself in the mirror again. The skimpy top barely held my cleavage in check and my nipples were already pushing through the thin material. Turning sideways, the small triangular strip of black material contained very little of my firm buttocks.
I nodded in approval and gathered up a towel, shades, my IPOD, and some sun tan lotion. Madeleine stopped me on my way outside, wanting to know my preference for dinner that evening. She kept me talking longer than necessary, her eyes continually flicking across my body as we conversed.
I felt my nipples rise further under her gaze. Was it the fact that she was black that brought goosebumps to my skin, or because she was admiring my body so openly? She hadn't been so brazen during our previous meetings, but then I hadn't appeared semi-naked in front of her before.
Whatever, her admiring gaze confirmed what I needed to know. I looked hot.
Sherrilyn was alone when I headed outside and casually sauntered across to the pool. I glanced around in a vain attempt to find Françoise but couldn't see her.
"She's getting us a drink."
Sherrilyn raised her sunglasses onto her forehead as she spoke, shooting me that now familiar smirk. It wasn't the first time she'd read my mind. I deliberately turned away and deposited the belongings I was carrying beside the spare lounger. She spoke again.
"That just has to be the best white ass I've ever seen in my life."
The words sent pinpricks of heat through me but I wasn't going to be intimidated.
"Thank you," I nonchalantly said, turning slowly and raising my hands to pin my long brown hair behind my head.
She dropped her large shades back down, settling them onto the edge of her nose as she allowed her calculating eyes to lazily wander across my body.
"And tits, too. White girls with bodies like yours are in demand in the Black Sorority. My friends are going to love you."
She half-raised herself from the lounger as she spoke, her heavy breasts threatening to spill from the barely adequate white bikini top. She stayed that way for a few moments, deliberately displaying herself and defying me not to stare. When my eyes betrayed me, flicking to those full breasts before rising to meet her gaze again, she gave a knowing smile.
"You'd like that? Meeting my friends? Can you imagine it, Adrianna?"
There she went again, planting suggestions again into my ridiculously susceptible mind. I swallowed hard, telling myself I wasn't going to play her games.
"Don't be silly, Sherrilyn," I snapped. "You've had your girlish fun and I suggest it's time to put an end to it. Françoise's father would be distinctly unimpressed by this talk and you don't want him complaining to your college, do you?"
She casually swung around on the lounger, resting back on her elbows. With her legs splayed wide, her voluptuous body was fully exposed to my view.
"You won't tell Pierre."
She spoke with a calm confidence and I felt frustration rise inside me at her open defiance. I didn't immediately respond, sitting down on my sun bed before speaking again. It was important to show I wasn't rattled.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, my girl."
She seemed to ponder my words and I thought I'd hit home. But then her face broke into a smile. My frustration turned to anger but she was speaking again before I could repeat my threat.
"I'd say Françoise's sexuality is her business, wouldn't you? She loves being controlled and adores the times I loan her to my friends. She once went down on four of us in succession. Think of that, Adrianna. All that black pussy. Lots of white women crave it and she's one of the favoured few. Is that so bad?"
Her face remained impassive and she spoke so confidently, so rationally, that I couldn't immediately find a response.
"You're excited by the thought, aren't you?" she murmured, taking advantage of my hesitation. "It's okay, Adrianna, you can admit it."
My heart began to pound and for a few moments the lightness in my head made me feel dizzy. Yet again, the teenage temptress had hit the nail on the head. The images that were forming in my mind were proving difficult to shake away.
"Of course I'm not excited," I snapped, the protest tumbling out of my gaping mouth too quickly. "And you don't really expect me to believe all this nonsense, do you? I'll talk to Françoise and—"
"Talk to her all you like," the grinning girl interrupted. "But I have a better idea. Françoise, come here..."
I turned my head to see Pierre's daughter walking across towards us. She carried a silver tray holding a jug of orange juice and some fresh tumblers.
"Put the tray down and come sit here," Sherrilyn instructed, tapping the end of her lounger with the tip of her toes.
I shuffled nervously on my sun bed as I watched Françoise carefully place the tray on the ground between us. Somewhere in the far reaches of my mind, I think I realised Sherrilyn's intentions. But no, that would be unbelievable...
"I need some attention."
The teenager said the words to Pierre's daughter but her eyes stayed on mine. With a twist of her hips she untied both sides of her bikini bottoms and dragged them away from her body. She lewdly opened her legs to display her tight glistening lips.
"Black pussy," she huskily murmured, smiling at me. "What did I tell you? Look how much she wants it."
I glanced at Françoise, my heart in my mouth. She was licking her lips as she stared hypnotically between the ebony coloured thighs.
"That's it, baby," Sherrilyn continued as my stepdaughter slid to her knees. "Why don't you show Adrianna just how good you can be..."
Françoise didn't hesitate, not even for a second. It was as if I was even there. Her hands settled on Sherrilyn's thighs as she dipped her head forward. I watched, transfixed, as her tongue slid out and traced its way across that delectable black mound.
"Yes... lick it... like that..."
Sherrilyn's hands found her short blonde hair, curling a few strands around her fingers. But her eyes were on mine. A smirk covered her face as she held my gaze as she lifted her hips to meet the worshipping tongue.
"Such an obedient little thing," she murmured to me. Her smile widened as she watched my eyes narrow. "I've trained her well, don't you think?"
My pussy was flooding with arousal and I could hardly breathe, let alone reply. I was mesmerised by the sight and it was all I could do not to touch myself.
Satisfied that they had my full attention, she wrapped her fingers around the top of the lounger behind her and stretched her body to the full. With a soft sigh, she pushed her hips up from the sun bed and began to gyrate on Françoise's face.
I almost creamed there and then. Marie O'Flanagan used to rub her sex on my face like that...
Suddenly it was all too much. My hand slithered down my body, inside my bikini bottoms, and I began to rub my fingers across my clit. I licked my lips, recalling the taste as Sherrilyn had fed her juices yesterday. All of a sudden I had a finger inside my wetness and, astonishingly, I was already close to an orgasm.
When I turned my head back to the two young women I found Sherrilyn grinning at me. She had one hand on the back of my Françoise's head, holding her in position as she lazily rotated her sex on my stepdaughter's perspiring face.
"Black pussy," she sexily mouthed to me across the divide, her full lips curling around each word. Her black eyes were clouded with arousal and she raised her voice. "Want to come and get yourself some?"
The invitation hit me like a sledgehammer. It was like watching a porno movie and yet it was pure beauty, like seeing the true face of eroticism for the first time. My sex began to pulsate at the thought of crawling between Sherrilyn's thighs and I swear I was about to give in to the need when a sudden movement caught the corner of my eye and jerked me back to reality.
Someone was watching from the kitchen window! Madeleine?
I panicked, but even so it took every ounce of self control to drag my hand from between my thighs and raise myself from the lounger. What had I been thinking? I couldn't be discovered like this! What if Madeleine told Pierre?
I turned away, needing to find refuge as quickly as I could. Racing across the patio, I hurried into the house and rushed up the curved stairs to the sanctity of my and Pierre's room. Once inside, I threw myself down on the bed.
My hand worked with a frenetic urgency as I spread my legs. Gasping for air, I twisted my body on the bed and gave in to the wonderfully lewd images flittering across my fevered mind. In less than a minute, I was spending uncontrollably over my pumping fingers.
Chapter 3
Pierre had returned from Geneva later than he'd anticipated. The delicate and intense discussions had dragged on and on and even after they'd been successfully negotiated, his homeward journey had been fraught with difficulties.
I'd been apprehensive when Madeleine had prepared some supper and then brought him up-to-date with a few housekeeping matters, but to my relief she'd made no mention of my encounter with Françoise and Sherrilyn. Nor had her demeanour been any different on the occasions when she and I had spoken at various times throughout the day.
I'd begun to think I was mistaken in thinking our lewd behaviour had been overlooked.
I'd practically attacked Pierre's body as soon as I had him in bed and had driven myself to three much needed orgasms before I'd allowed him to rest.
Once he'd fallen asleep I'd known he was out for the count. Particularly stressful days always had that effect. For my part, sleep hadn't come easily. As the fears I'd nurtured all day about being exposed had receded, the vividness of my encounter with Françoise and Sherrilyn by the pool had increased. I'd seen a number of sexual situations during my modelling career, but nothing like that.
Even when I had dozed off, I'd woken from my sleepy state with my hand between my legs and two fingers deep inside myself. I soon worked myself to another climax while I'd allowed my fantasies to wander where they shouldn't go.
I drifted on and off in my sex-fuelled dreamlike condition and remained in a state of high arousal when I eventual awoke. I could hear Pierre in the shower and when my thoughts had inevitably turned to the two teenagers again, I realised I had involuntarily begun to finger myself once more.
With a cry of frustration I dragged my fingers away. I had to find to put these unwanted thoughts out of my mind. The solution hit me instantly. I'd spent the night making love to Pierre and with my husband beside me, I felt secure. It was men that interested me, not women—whatever their colour—and the only man I wanted in my life was naked, in the shower.
I practically rushed out of bed and slipped quietly through the en-suite door.
Pierre's eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw me and I slipped a finger between my lips and gave him my most mischievous smile.
"Want some company, darling?"
I stepped into the shower with him and took the gel from his hands, tipping the bottle so that the liquid covered my palms. I worked them into the creamy lather I needed to cleanse my mind as well as his body.
"You're insatiable," he told me, in that sexy French accent of his.
I giggled and started by sweeping my hands over the smooth skin of his chest. His hands found my breasts as I soaped him and I emitted a throaty growl. I momentarily wondered if Sherrilyn's nipples were as sensitive as mine and violently shook my head to free my mind of the resultant images.
"What's wrong?" he asked, frowning.
I didn't answer but dropped my hand to his cock. This was what I needed. He moaned as I began to stroke his shaft and it grew impressively with each jerk of my curled fingers. When I brought my other hand to his balls, his body twitched.
"Nice and clean," I teased, pulling both hands away.
I leaned closer, reaching around him with both arms and trapping his semi erect cock against my stomach as I caressed the liquid into his back.
Our eyes met as I flirted with the top of his ass and we smiled at one another. I slid my hands down and onto his hard buttocks and worked the gel into the crevice of his asscheeks. He moaned again and I leaned forward to run my tongue around first his right nipple and then his left.
Closing my eyes, I indulged myself for a few moments until my imagination took over and they were chocolate coloured nipples I was pleasuring.
I slithered downwards in attempt to rid my mind of the image and the water cascaded over me like a waterfall as I dropped to my knees. It dripped off my wet hair, dropping onto my face as I licked along the length of his hard cock.
Sherrilyn didn't have one of those...
I took my time, staring upwards into his eyes as I licked from root to tip. This blow job would be my best ever work, defining me as a person and emphasising my sexual preferences. It would cleanse my mind of all other illicit thoughts.
I took the head into my mouth and curled my tongue around his crown. That always excited him. He widened his stance as I gently sucked and then he grunted when I took his hard balls in my hand. The water bouncing off our bodies heightened the moment and I coated him with my saliva, letting it drool down his length before working it into his stiffness with both hands.
"Good, darling?" I asked, slurping off his cock.
For some reason I need his confirmation, his approval.
Pierre glanced down at me as I sucked around the head again. I loved that dreamy look in his eyes. It confirmed everything I needed to know. I playfully ran my tongue around my lips and then lifted his cock upwards, holding it there for a few tantalising seconds before licking along the underside of his shaft.
He groaned out loud and cursed in French.
"Do you enjoy watching your wife do this?"
There I was again, seeking approval. When his grip on my hair tightened, I slid my lips down to his balls. One by one, I sucked them into my mouth. The way his cock jerked told me he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Cum for me, Pierre," I slurped. But that wasn't enough. I wanted to be humiliated. "On my face and in my mouth..."
I frantically swallowed down on his entire length again. This time the need to tease had gone. His grip tightened in my hair and saliva dripped from my mouth as I frantically worked on him. I gripped his balls more tightly and took the thick base of his crown between my teeth, growling like a dog with a bone.
He sent a volley of curses into the air and tried to drag my head away. But I wasn't going to be denied my prize.
I momentarily held him there, trapped between my lips, while my eyes flicked upwards into his. We both knew the moment had come.
When I plunged my mouth downwards again, he planted the soles of his feet on the floor of the tub and roared out his first release. The sensation was almost overwhelming. I swallowed hard then jerked my head away, taking the second blast across my right eyelid. The next hit me across the base of my nose and I reached up with my tongue to lick it between my lips.
Still, he wasn't finished. Neither was I. With a snarl, I took him between my lips again, urging out the final blast. I almost creamed between my legs as it coated the insides of my mouth.
Sitting back on my haunches, I panted hard as I stared upwards into his creased face. My mind was consumed with an overwhelming sense of relief. I loved cock, not pussy. Françoise and Sherrilyn were returning to college tomorrow.
No more temptation.
Getting through the day had been easier than I'd anticipated.
Maybe it was the blow job, but more so because the teenagers had been on their best behaviour throughout. I knew I should have taken Françoise to one side and had a woman to woman chat, but it was as if yesterday hadn't existed. She seemed so natural around me that I didn't have the heart to raise the subject.
Besides, her sexuality was her own business. That's what Sherrilyn had said. I weakly ignored the fact that going down on another woman in public wasn't exactly the best way to express that sexuality, nor was servicing four black women, one after the other, as part of this thing called the Black Sorority.
Why did that thought make my body temperature soar?
But ignoring those extreme acts was a convenient way out of my predicament. Why create a problem by raising the subject when she'd soon be back at college?
Sherrilyn's attitude had been different, too. She'd reined in her blatant sexuality and I was shocked to realise that part of me had been disappointed. I'd found myself watching her, craving another helping of the sexual interplay, trying to find a way to manoeuvre some time alone with her. If it had been her intention to turn the tables, she'd played her part to perfection.
Alcohol was partly responsible for my state, of course. Too much drink induced an intense feeling of horniness whereas it invariably sent Pierre into a deep sleep.
Because of his visit to Geneva, he had promised Françoise and I that we'd have his full attention today. Apart from a couple of morning telephone calls, he'd been as good as his word. The four of us had enjoyed an unhurried lunch at a local tavern and that's where the drinking had started. By the time we headed back to his mansion, we'd consumed several bottles of expensive wine.
More drink had followed throughout the rest of the day while we'd discussed Françoise's future, some of my more glamorous modelling shoots and a number of Pierre's more extravagant adventures. By the time we needed to change for dinner, the four of us were in various states of intoxication.
I'd had Madeleine bring us some black coffee when we'd retired to our room. I didn't want Pierre falling asleep during dinner. I'd drunk some, too, in an attempt to calm myself. I'd have fucked him again but it wouldn't have removed the itch that had crept back into my system.
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elf. That's all I had to do.
"Dad's always funny in this state," Françoise suddenly announced.
We'd met again on the patio for pre-dinner drinks half an hour ago. Despite our intentions to slow down, we'd all enjoyed a couple more glasses of red.
"People think he's stuffy, having such an important job," she slurred to Sherrilyn and I. "But he knows some great jokes."
Naturally enough in the circumstances, Pierre responded by telling a couple of humorous stories, but then egged on by his tipsy daughter he began to go through his entire repertoire. It was so awful and yet so funny that the four of us were soon in stitches even at the weakest of his jokes.
That was when Sherrilyn made her move. It caught me by surprise. Françoise and her father were in animated conversation while they helped themselves to more red wine and the young black woman took my arm and pulled me to one side.
"What d'you think?" she asked, holding out her hands.
With anyone else it could have been an innocent gesture. But not with her. The invitation was to admire her body, not the short yellow sundress.
"You look good," I simply said.
It was the truth. Her gleaming breasts thrust proudly against the material and the two buttons she'd left undone allowed her heavy cleavage to spill over the top.
"Thank you, Adrianna. Did you confess to your husband?"
I played dumb. "Confess?"
Sherrilyn smiled. "About his stunning wife masturbating by the pool while watching his daughter go down on me. That was even worse than spying on us from the balcony, don't you think?"
I pulled myself to my full height and ignored the pitter-pattering beat of my heart.
"I'm not having this conversation, Sherrilyn."
"Did you finish yourself off when you reached your room?"
I bit down on my lower lip. If only she knew.
"I told you I'm not having this conversation..."
"Tell me this. What made you run away so suddenly? I was only offering what you wanted. I told you, it's the eyes that are the give-away. It's there now, that look. You're craving for it all right, aren't you, Adrianna?"
"Craving for what?" I defiantly asked.
Did I actually want to hear the teenager say the words again?
"What lots of white women crave. Black pussy."
The words evaporated every piece of good intention in my body. How could she make me feel like this? So quickly?
"My husband's listening," I lamely replied, feeling weak at the knees.
"He's talking to his daughter," she said, stepping closer. "She's so cute she can wrap him around her little finger. Look at them."
I glanced in their direction. Françoise was sitting on her father's lap now, arms wrapped around his neck, and the two of them were laughing uproariously. The hem of her white dress had risen up her leg to expose most of her tanned thigh and any casual observer could have mistaken them for lovers.
"Besides," Sherrilyn continued. "He's far too drunk to know what's going on between us."
I stared at her. She looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and yet the sexual vibes she was transmitting were hitting their mark.
"Nothing's going on between us," I blurted.
"There's not?"
She ran a finger across my cheek and along my lips, smiling into my eyes as I partly opened my mouth to her touch.
"Remember my taste?" she asked.
She took my hand as, facing me, she moved directly between Pierre and I. Not that it mattered. He was too busy with his daughter to take any notice. Holding my wrist, she slowly pulled my hand under the hem of her dress.
"No, Sherrilyn," I gasped.
My objection made no difference. I could have resisted, tried to pull away, but I did nothing. She placed my hand onto the cool skin of her lower stomach.
"No panties," she whispered, retaining my gaze.
Her grip guided my hand downwards. The feeling of her smooth, soft flesh was intoxicating and everything began to close in at once.
"Feel me," she instructed.
My gaze flickered to Pierre and Françoise over her right shoulder but my hand couldn't resist the invitation. My chest tightened and I breathed through my mouth. When I cupped her naked mons venus, I felt dizzy with adrenalin.
"Do it," she told me, her breath hot against my cheek. "Finger me..."
I should have resisted, but she had me. My whole body was on fire. I pressed my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh and when she pushed her hips forward, I slid a single finger inside her sweet wetness.
The groan she rewarded me with found its way between my moist thighs.
"Black pussy," she teased. "Those beautiful eyes tell me everything."
She slowly pulled my hand away and held it up between us, directing it towards my mouth. I knew what she wanted. I wanted that, too.
Staring into those deep black eyes, I began to suck on my finger as if it was a penis. She nodded in silent encouragement and I sucked harder, savouring the taste of her teenage juices as I drew them into my mouth.
"Tastes good, huh?" she tantalisingly whispered, pulling the hem of her yellow sundress dress back into place again. "Just wait until you drink from the well."
I'd been like a zombie throughout dinner. My emotions were being pulled apart. I wanted to avoid the voluptuous black girl until she'd left our house and yet I wanted to experience everything she had to offer.
Fortunately, Pierre had been far too inebriated to realise that anything was wrong and both Françoise and Sherrilyn had kept him entertained with stories of their friends and some of the things they got up to at college. Everything sounded tame, of course. But I knew the true story.
I'd refused any further alcohol, though it was far too late for that to have any effect. Pierre, on the other hand, continued to imbibe all evening long. It was as if Madeleine had been given specific instructions to keep his glass filled.
Sherrilyn had constantly included me in the conversation, but she had an ulterior motive. Each reference brought with it a soft touch of my skin by her hand, fingertips, or a surreptitious brush of her leg under the table. If her intention was to ramp up the sexual frisson floating around my body, she was successful.
My mind had eventually wandered off into a world of its own when I felt a soft tap on my arm. It was Françoise, standing beside me.
"Doesn't dad look sweet?" she giggled.
I turned my eyes towards him. He was slumped back on his chair, eyes closed, gently snoring. Goodness knows how long he'd been that way.
"I've just told Madeleine," she explained. "She'll make sure he gets to bed."
"Good." Sherrilyn smiled at me as she brushed her fingers through her black curls and pushed back in her chair. "Time for some real fun..."
Chapter 4
I stood on wobbling feet, asking myself what I was doing in Sherrilyn's bedroom, even though the answer was etched all over my sex-fuelled mind.
The combination of alcohol and anticipation making me feel disorientated and I rested a hand on the table beside me to steady myself. Sherrilyn sat on the bed, sexily swinging her long legs from side to side as she watched me. The coy smile on her face left no room for misinterpretation.
"Feeling it, Adrianna?"
She flicked open a third button on her yellow sundress as she spoke. More of her ebony coloured cleavage tumbled free and my heart began to palpitate.
I swung around as I heard the sound of the key being turned in the lock behind me. Naively, it hadn't occurred to me that Françoise was still in the room. She leant back into the door, as if confirming I was trapped between the two.
"Don't worry, Adrianna."
It was Sherrilyn's soothing voice. She could see the uncomfortable look on my face at the sight of my stepdaughter and I thought she was reassuring me. But as usual her words were designed to increase the sexual heat.
"She's got off a couple of times on the thought of her new stepmother eating black pussy, haven't you baby?"
My body almost melted. I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come out. Then Françoise was suddenly behind me, her hands on my bare shoulders. Before I knew it she had slipped her fingers around to unfasten the buttons on the front of my dress. She allowed it to fall to the floor and then slid her hands to my back. My nipples hardened as she released the clips of my bra.
I turned my gaze back to the bed and found that Sherrilyn had removed her dress. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her magnificent naked body. She crooked a finger at Françoise.
"Come here, baby."
When Pierre's daughter obediently moved towards her, she cupped her black breast and offered it to my stepdaughter. Françoise eagerly fell forward and sucked one of those chocolate coloured nipples between her lips.
"See how much she loves my tits?"
Sherrilyn's voice was throaty as she asked me the rhetorical question. She raised one foot onto the bed, opening herself to my gaze, and stroked her sex expectantly.
"You're going to love this, too, Adrianna. Come here, baby."
I tried to remain where I was but the instruction was undeniable and the sight before me was intoxicating. I felt my legs move forward of their own volition.
"On your knees..."
I sank downwards as ordered. The control she exerted was as much a part of the moment as the black skin that so excited me. Up close, her sex was even more enthralling than it had looked by the pool.
"Come and get it..." she cooed, crooking a hand behind my head.
I gasped for breath as she drew me forward and my tongue licked across my lips in anticipation. The first hesitant touch of my tongue on her glistening black flesh unbelievably sent an orgasm flashed through my own body.
I was actually cumming just from the feel and taste of her sex!
Sherrilyn stroked my long brown hair as if she understood, allowing the tremors to work their way through my body before pulling my face back to her body.
"Black pussy makes you that hot, Adrianna? Show me what you can do..."
I instantly responded, unable to resist the glistening folds in front of my face. My fantasies had now reality and I lapped along the length of her labial lips, savouring a taste that was better than any fine wine of Pierre's. I worked slowly to begin with but after a short while my arousal took over and I began to lick frantically, like a thirsty cat being offered its cream.
"Take your time," Sherrilyn corrected me, tugging my hair. "There's no hurry."
I had to force myself to hold back, such was my intense need. I slowed my pace, licking along the whole length of her sex, delighting in the way she stroked my hair in encouragement. My eyes rose upwards to find her smiling down at me. Her other hand was cupped around Françoise's head as she suckled on one nipple and then the other. I wanted those black breasts in my mouth too.
"Wait a moment," she suddenly said.
I paused at the instruction, inches away from her most intimate of places and obediently waited for permission to continue. She whispered in Françoise's ear and my stepdaughter reluctantly moved away, out of my sight. Turning back to look at me, she stroked my cheek.
"Keep looking at me with those eyes..." she murmured.
She pushed her body back on the bed, crossing her arms under her head as she lay back and made herself comfortable. When she stroked her fingers across her sex, I understood the instruction instantly. Crawling up and onto the bed beside her, I settled myself between her thighs.
Dipped my head back to her waiting sex, I flattened of my tongue and traced the contours of her prominent mound. With a lustful growl, I covered every inch of flesh available to me, unaware of what she had planned.
"Smile for the camera..."
It took a moment for the words to resonate. When they did, a cold chill ran through my body and I jerked my head to the left as I heard a click Then another.
Her whispered instruction to Françoise was suddenly clear. My stepdaughter stood beside us, camera in her hand, capturing every expression on my face. She clicked again as Sherrilyn raised her sex to my lips, and continued to fire off one shot after another as the teenager dragged my head back in place.
Both hands around the back of my head, she held me there.
"Don't stop... this black pussy needs you, baby."
I heard another click but it was too to object. Besides, the thought of being photographed in such a compromising position was as exciting as it was shocking. What was wrong with me? I ran the tip of my tongue across her wet folds again, bringing a soft whimper.
Her seductive taste was captivating and I sucked in her oily juices with each lap of my tongue, rolling them around the inside of my mouth and then swallowing. The tightness of her sex reminded me of Marie O'Flanagan and when I worked my tongue inside it was clear I was starting to get to her.
Her grip on my hair tightened and, as she looked down at me through the valley of her breasts, she began to gyrate on my face.
"That's it, baby... just like that... faster... harder..."
A strand of my long brown hair fell across my face and she gently swept it aside. She wanted to watch my eyes. I stared upwards into hers and as her undulations became more, I twisted my head so that my mouth found her clit.
"Oh, yes baby, you've done this before..."
She pulled my head away so that she could stare deep into my eyes.
"How 'bout that, Adrianna... does your husband know?"
She laughed at my expression and then pulled my head back to her sex, holding herself a fraction away and making me work for what I wanted. I stretched my neck muscles and reached out with my tongue.
"That's it, Adrianna," she moaned in satisfaction. "Come and get it..."
I couldn't hold back. Grabbing one of her legs, I dragged it over my shoulder and licked faster, upping the pace. The contrast between my white flesh and her black skin had my body on fire. Remembering what turned Marie O'Flanagan on the most, I worked my tongue from her wet opening all the way to the little rosebud between her tight round buttocks and then back again.
Sherrilyn jerked as if she was being given an electric shock.
Then she squirted...
It was the last thing I'd expected and I almost orgasmed with her. I could occasionally make Marie squirt but not often. Having the black teenager gush all over my face was the most intense sexual moment I'd ever experienced.
When a second and then third burst of her wonderfully tangy juices assaulted my face, I opened my mouth and eagerly swallowed as much I could.
It took her a while to recover and I lapped at her wetness, using my lips and mouth to entice every last jolt of pleasure from her. Eventually, she eased my head a fraction away and held it there while she rubbed what remained of her glistening juices over my nose and mouth.
She was marking out a territory she now knew to be hers.
I was drunk. On alcohol. On sex.
And I was intoxicated by the control that an eighteen yearld black girl was exerting over me. Other than with Marie O'Flanagan, I'd never thought of myself as a submissive person. Was I only that way with other women?
I stared up at the naked teenager as she fastened my right hand to the corner bedpost. She hadn't asked. She'd held up the two ties and told me to lie back on the bed. I'd obeyed instantly, desperate to experience what she had in mind.
Her movements were lazy, unhurried, and her Playboy breasts swayed as she worked. I couldn't draw my eyes away. She saw me looking and smiled at the effect she was having on me. That self possession of hers was beyond her years and made me feel like the teenager. I tried to still the rapid beating in my heart.
"Who would have thought you'd be that good..." she mused while she worked, making me blush again. "Making me squirt, all over that pretty white face. Loved it, didn't you?"
I opened my mouth as if to speak but couldn't find any words. Not that it mattered. She knew full well and didn't need an answer. She dangled her breasts in front of my face, teasingly keeping them just out of reach as she tested out both of the ties around my hands and then nodded her head in satisfaction.
"All that lesbian tension simmering beneath the surface, Adrianna... all that wanting deep inside..."
She knew exactly what she was doing with her word games and I found I was breathing quickly. Every word was hitting its mark.
"You'll get copies of the photographs we took, by the way. Make sure you keep them safe. We wouldn't want them appearing anywhere by accident, would we?"
Her meaning was clear and I felt a shiver cover my body. I'd put everything on the line as a result of my infatuation for this young woman.
"And whoever delivers them will need a reward. Do you understand?"
I nodded. Did I have a choice?
"And you'll soon be visiting our Black Sorority, Adrianna. My friends are going to love you..."
As if to emphasise the point, her assured fingers roamed onto my sex. I gasped under my breath as she used a single fingertip to stroke my labia. The delicious frisson made my body tremble. She moved her mouth close to my ear and whispered seductively.
"I see the thought of servicing more black pussy excites you, baby..."
Her fingertip moved a little faster as she spoke and her breath was warm against my neck. She placed a single delicate kiss on my cheek as she slid her finger inside me with teasing slowness. Using the pad of her finger, she massaged a spot just behind my clitoris. I found myself lifting my hips as my orgasm began to approach, but she realised the moment too and withdraw her hand.
"All in good time," she said, making me whimper in disappointment as she drew her finger away.
She touched her fingertip to my mouth and I obediently sucked it inside, tasting my own juices. She rewarded me with another smile and ran the back of her hand across my cheek.
"Everything we do tonight, you'll be doing to my friends..."
She picked up a pillow and eased it under my head. Her black eyes shone into mine as she gracefully knelt across my body, her full breasts swaying proactively as she bent at the knees and pinned my shoulders with her knees.
"And believe me, Adrianna; I'm going to need a lot of satisfying..."
She paused as she lowered herself further until her sex was inches from my face, allowing me to gaze upwards at her moist folds.
"See anything you like?"
She smiled down at me with a look of triumphant satisfaction and then sank her glistening labial lips down onto my willing mouth.
Epilogue
Life was returning to normal. It had been a week since Sherrilyn and Françoise had departed and I hadn't heard from either of them. It was almost as if the whole experience had been a dream.
Almost, but not quite. Memories of my long night with Sherrilyn still burned brightly in my mind and I found myself masturbating to each recollection. The fire she'd lit remained inside my body and even when making love to Pierre, my mind was on the black teenager. The indefatigable Marie O'Flanagan had been an amateur compared to the young temptress.
I'd been on tenterhooks as each day had passed, expecting delivery of the photographs any minute, or a summons to visit Sherrilyn at her college. But my nerves had begun to calm with the lack of contact and I was eventually able to relax. And with Pierre away this weekend in Amsterdam, for the World Peace convention, I had two days to myself at the mansion.
He'd actually asked me to accompany him, despite the fact that he'd have little free time. I told him I'd rather stay here. It would be a chance to familiarise myself with the place and start to feel that it was our home and not just his.
Today had been wonderfully relaxing and had been the first time I'd sunbathed by the pool without my imagination running riot. I'd just taken a shower and was drying my hair with a towel when I heard a knock on the bedroom door.
"Adrianna, it's Madeleine. I have something for you."
There are moments in your life when you know, just know. I think it was the way Madeleine used my name. Pierre never allowed her to be that familiar with either of us and by taking a liberty, she was sending me a signal.
My hand shook as I opened the door. I was dressed in the same robe I'd worn that fateful moment I'd stepped out onto the balcony and overlooked Sherrilyn and Françoise. My nipples hardened at the recollection, pushing against the thin material. Every fibre in my body was on edge. Had Sherrilyn sent her?
She stood there for a moment, fixing me with her sultry French gaze. Normally she wore a black uniform but she was dressed in a flowery cream blouse and black trousers. The unusual change of routine reinforced my suspicions.
There was a short pause before she spoke.
"I have a delivery."
She handed me the thin package and my life passed before my eyes. I had no need to break the seal to know it contained the photographs. She was watched me closely, as if waiting for me to open the package. I stared at it, moving it from hand to hand while I regained some composure.
"Thank you, Madeleine. That will be all. I won't be down to dinner tonight."
A knowing smile appeared on her face and then she allowed her gaze to slowly cover my body, making me blush. It was the same look that she'd given me the day I'd worn my skimpy black bikini and watched Françoise go down on Sherrilyn.
She surprised me by stepping towards me and stroking the back of a single finger beneath my chin. Her eyes locked with mine before she took it away.
"We both know that, Adrianna. Neither of us will."
I could smell her perfume against her skin as she continued past me into the bedroom. The strong spicy aroma infused my nostrils and for whatever reason there was a definite sexual undertone to the scent.
She turned to face me once she reached the centre of the room and I suddenly realized that she was not wearing a bra. She had a full figure but carried her weight well and the breasts I could clearly see through her cream blouse were full and firm. When her hands went to the buttons and she slipped the first two open, I found myself swallowing hard.
Was I becoming aroused because she was black, like the teenager who had made me service her all night? Or was it the control thing again and the anticipation of what was to come? Sherrilyn's words came back to me.
"Whoever delivers the photographs will need a reward. Do you understand?"
I felt a sudden light-headedness and I had to fight to keep my balance. She had continued to unbutton the blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her large breasts bounced before settling and I felt the heat between my thighs.
"You understand what is required, Adrianna?"
The question took me by surprise and my eyes reluctantly pulled themselves from her pear-shaped black swells and returned to her face. She was staring at me, waiting for an answer. I could have pretended to object but we both knew she had the upper hand and that I had no place to go.
"Yes."
"I want this to be different."
"Different?"
She nodded, her hands going to the belt of her trousers and flicking open the top button. My eyes were drawn to her fingers like a moth to a flame. They drew the zip downwards and I gasped out loud. Whatever my expectations were, I hadn't anticipated the thick black strapn phallus she triumphantly set free.
"Different..." she repeated, her right hand rubbing up and down the black shaft.
She allowed the trousers to drop to the floor and gracefully stepped out of them, her full body naked except for the large strap on dildo.
"I think we'll start with you leaning over the balcony, Adrianna, looking down on the pool. That's quite appropriate in the circumstances, don't you agree?"
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*Interlude: Coal*
"Memory is a mortal's foundation. Without memory, every step will always be new... but you will have no sense of direction because you will never know where you've been."
*Antonio Shanks*
*From a Lecture at Dianna University*
*Rocky Rose*
I watched Jacob and Max argue... Their voices carrying across the atrium of Eden.
I could see the reasoning of both sides...
It wasn't right to sacrifice a person... even if it was the save everyone else...
... but at the same time, what choice did we have?
I knew the extent of the Unsealed Factory beneath the Emerald Crown. It was a relic from my... from Conway's reign as Elemental Lord. I had it shut down the instant I came into power. MODD insisted I not destroy it. Since I *was* a MODD agent after all... I couldn't go against their will... no matter how much I wanted to.
I stood as the barrier between MODD and Graesham...
... but with Rose's memories inside me now...
... and with my body...
... how long would my barrier stand?
Everything... Everything just felt so *wrong* now...
Before, I didn't hold a shred of doubt in my mind... I could stand up to Jacob's taunts and criticisms... I could slay an army of Unsealed stretching from one horizon to the next... Even in the face of a terrible plague that had sapped others of hope... I held onto that hope...
But now...
Jacob took a threatening step towards Max. "I didn't see you out there fighting Conway." His fangs were bared and while he looked just like how the media had portrayed him as a mass murderer and psychopath... his eyes revealed the hurt soul inside. "It's so easy for you to call me a coward when I'm out there *fighting* and you're here playing doctor!"
Even in all my doubt... I guess I still held hope that deep inside... Jacob Reaper wasn't a bad person.
Max swept his staff in a broad gesture at the crowd around him. "I'm looking out for these people! I've been patching them up! Healing injuries that *you* were incapable of preventing!"
Injuries *I* could have also helped to prevent... I had trusted Conway... and how did he repay me...? He obsessed with who I had been and tried to bring that person back... even going as far as to sacrifice the souls of countless people in a devastating plague...
How could I call myself the Elemental Lord of Earth when I couldn't protect my people from one of my subordinates?
And now... more doubt was cast into my world as Norton had gone mad...
I gazed at my paws...
How could I find my footing and answer these questions when I didn't even know who I was?
"You are Rocky Groundwater."
That voice... It was one that had always guided me throughout my entire life... A voice that always reminded me of who I was... and who kept me on the path I had chosen... For so long, I had trusted that voice... but now...
... I realised that voice was just a Seal filtered my current memories... keeping me from being *someone* else...
In a way... I felt like I should be grateful to it... but at the other side of the spectrum... I doubted if who I was now was just so heavily reliant on that filter... that I had lost the opportunity to grow... I couldn't help but wonder... 'what if?'
"Never doubt. Never question. When you question, you falter."
But I *was* faltering... The earth beneath my feet was shaking... and I couldn't find even footing.
"So you honestly think you could've done better!?" Jacob's roar shook me back to reality and I turned my gaze back towards "You think that *you* could've somehow prevented all these injuries, stopped Conway *and* Norton at the same time!?"
"Hell yeah!"
The conviction in Max's voice made me reflect on a time when I was exactly like that...
... and I also realised how naive I was...
"That wasn't naive. That was smart... determined."
Shut up.
The crowd cheered Max on... and I slowly realised why the people cheered *me* on. They didn't praise my words... They didn't love my actions... They *gravitated* towards my conviction... my strength. I was a beacon of hope for them... and I realised that while hope was a powerful weapon... it was also dangerous when wielded by the naive and ignorant.
"You weren't naive. You were as well-informed as you could have been at the time."
It doesn't change anything... I made foolish decisions...
I allied myself with Conway and inadvertently gave him power and access to what might have practically damned Graesham. I trusted Norton... and now he was going to unleash hell on everyone.
My decisions... had led to this...
"I respect your efforts to defend me, Max," Father Belford suddenly said, stepping in between both Jacob and Max. "But the decision is ultimately mine and I can see the value in making this deal with Norton." He folded his arms as if trying to protect himself. "I will go."
All fell silent...
I oddly felt hollow inside...
I know I should've felt shocked or pained that a major figure in my life was willingly sacrificing himself for the good of all... even if he *did* manipulate me.
But I... I just felt empty...
Like every time I tried to muster that emotion, doubt would creep in and question it...
"Never doubt. Never question. When you question, you falter."
I will falter when I damn well please!
"You realise he's going to execute you, right?" Jacob asked, looking perplexed. I guessed he had planned on dragging Belford kicking and screaming to Norton. Probably would've enjoyed it too.
It made me chuckle softly at how Jacob tried so *hard* to be evil... He was *bad*... but he wasn't evil.
I swear... If I wasn't convinced I was a guy, I would be hitting on him *so* badly...
"But you* area guy."
I chose not to comment on that.
"I do," Belford answered, nodding his head in a slow, grim pattern. "It is a necessary sacrifice. I have sinned and it is time for me to face judgement."
"Not afraid you'll burn in the deepest depths of the underworld for what you've done?"
The smile on Belford's lips was somewhat cynical but also saddened. "I can only pray that all my deeds bring me the appropriate judgement. No more, no less."
The crowd instantly began their protests, demanding Belford not give himself up for all of us.
Then, Gabriel stepped up and slammed his hammer into the metal floor. "This is *absurd!" he roared, pointing his hammer at Jacob. "Even at *half* strengthall the Branded will be able to defeat Norton! Furthermore, you have the support of *two* Elemental Lords! Why go through the sacrifice of an innocent soul when you can destroy a *corrupt* one with no casualties!?"
I saw Kerry suddenly sweep forward, an icy wave of air washing over the crowd as she slammed her spears against Gabriel's hammer and pushed it to the ground.
"Because there are *some* of us who agree with the deal," she said with an icy stare.
Gabriel tried to shove her away but she was much quicker than he was. She pinned his hammer to the ground and levelled her other spear at his neck.
"I should've suspected a demon-witch like you to have sides with this *criminal*."
Oooh... Bad form there, Gabe...
Everyoneknows that the first person to start throwing slander around is the one to first lose face.
"Would you just *shut up* and listen to what everyone is saying?"
I was surprised when Taylor stepped up and flanked Jacob. He always seemed the quiet time... though I guess with the impending Purge... everyone is a little on edge. "Belford wants to go through with it not because Jacob backed him into a corner. He wants to do it to save people. Jacob did the same. He made the deal to prevent people from getting hurt."
Good point... If that *is* why Jacob made the deal... I suspected he just wanted to get rid of Belford. He wasn't exactly subtle about how much he despised the priest.
Leonardo's gargantuan form rose up behind Jacob and he hugged Jacob tightly. "You view us as expendable. You treat us like fodder for the cannons on the wall."
"Cannon fodder," Jacob offered.
"Yes, cannon fodder," the big - and I will admit, very adorable - Tribal said, hugging Jacob tightly. "We are people too. Are our lives less valuable than Belford's? Are you not risking more by sending us all against Norton than simply losing one life?"
Envy crept into me as I recalled Leo's odd mix of innocence and intelligence... He was insightful and intelligent... but at the same time, the subtle nuances of everyday life made him seem addled mentally... Which was cute... at least in my opinion.
"You can destroy Norton with ease!" Gabriel retorted. The ram swung his hammer -
*Clang!*
...but suddenly had Rex's sword levelled at his neck.
Wow... Rex had really changed... I wonder what had changed in him...
"You know what you're afraid of?" Rex asked. "You're just afraid of the unknown. You're *sure* Belford will die and you don't want that. But you're *not* sure about what will happen after Belford dies."
"What would *you* do if the one sense of security in your life was being offered to be sacrificed for some hare-brained scheme!?" Gabriel asked, his eyes wavering and his fear clearly showing.
I saw Rex exchange smiles with Jacob...
I wondered what that meant...
Actually... No I didn't.
I do *not* want to know what happened between them.
"I'd go with their decision," Rex answered firmly. "Even if they're my light... they still have *their* life to lead."
"A life they're choosing to *end* because some *idiot* with a criminal record as long as the galaxy is *wide* suggested it!" Gabriel roared.
Suddenly, Belford placed a resolute hand on Gabriel's shoulder and pushed his disciple back. "Gabriel... my son. This is my decision. If Jacob Reaper had not suggested it, I would have willingly sacrificed myself for the good of our people." He then turned Gabriel to face him, placing both hands on the ram's shoulders. "You are using your prejudice against Jacob to guide your actions. Would you be this insistent had *I* suggested it?"
Gabriel's eyes faltered again... It was clear he was hiding his own hatred for Jacob and just pretending to fight for Father Belford as a means of getting back at Jacob. "Of course, Father!"
The ram fell to his knees, clutching the gorilla's hands firmly.
I felt a strong compulsion to followed his lead... but I shook that thought out of my system... and managed to remain standing. I was no longer tied to Belford... He was a major part of my life... more so than I would have wanted... but I had my own mind and will... I would not bow to him.
Everyone else did, however... Well... Excluding the MODD soldiers and the Branded.
"You are the sole sense of faith and light in this grim city!" Gabriel pleaded. "You have guided us in times of disaster! You have kept this city aloft with your teachings and your kind soul! Do not leave us in our hour of direst need!"
Laying it on heavy there, Gabe...
Belford gave a big, heavy sigh.
"No, my son..." the priest began softly but still loud enough for his voice to carry around the atrium. "We are all in need... Norton cries for blood... *my* blood. A sacrifice must be made. I am willing to pay it so that this bloodshed will end." He turned to the crowd, arms wide. "Come children, for this will be my last sermon. If anything, regardless of where I go in the afterlife, take heed of my words and my soul shall rest easy."
Belford glanced over his shoulder at Max. "Would you kindly ask Eden to raise a platform for me so that I may address my charges?"
Eden raised a platform for him. Jacob turned away in disgust and headed off into the hallways of Eden, followed by Max and Kerry. I was tempted to follow them but, for old time's sake, remained and listened to Belford's words.
"All mortals were forged from coal," Father Belford began. "When the Might Creator came down from his throne and graced our blackened world, he took all the coal in the ground and from it forged mortals. In each mortal species, he planted a different aspect, a different strength that would forge their species. Just as there are impurities in the coal we find today, there are impurities in us.
"He tasked all mortals with the goal of achieving perfection... of cleansing themselves of these impurities so that they may be worthy of entrance into Heaven and to sit by his throne! We are coal... and we must turn ourselves into diamonds."
The basic doctrine of the Holy Mountain... We are imperfect... and we much make ourselves perfect to enter paradise. Having believed that for so much of my life, I was now devastated upon realising that I was *so* far from perfection... I was as *flawed* as they could get... Everything I had done was essentially a lie...
"No it's not. They were done by you, Rocky Groundwater. If you were to be judged, it would be as Rocky not as a memory-less Rose Earthsire."
For once since regaining Rose's memories, that voice made sense... and actually helped me a little.
No doubt Father Belford would go through his entire repertoire of sermons in the three hours we had. He would have to breeze through a few sections but I had no doubt he could do it. One of the reasons I decided to leave him behind in favour of MODD - apart from keeping the peace between the two factions - was that I could *never* stay awake through any of his sermons.
Even now, I was fighting back a yawn.
I had to turn away and start heading after Jacob so that no one would see me stifling a yawn.
I wanted to talk to Jacob before we headed off to Norton...
I needed his assurance that... if I stopped being me...
Well... I would like to die as Rocky Groundwater... and no one else.
"But you* areRocky Groundwater. How can you die as anyone else?"
Sometimes... that voice is *really* annoying.
I decided to ignore it for now. I didn't need any more distractions.
I pushed Rose's memories back... and pushed forward... but where was I going?
What was left for me here?
Graesham was decimated... My command was shattered...
What good could come of this...?
I... I had failed...
My body just collapsed and I suddenly found myself leaning against one of Eden's walls. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks... and my heart ached...
My home was destroyed...
There was nothing left for me here...
How could I rebuild from this world?
I felt a warm touch against my cheek... and a finger brush away my tear.
I looked up... and found a familiar face... A face that I recognised... and that Rose recognised too...
"Soot..."
"Girls don't cry," he said in his dull, emotionless voice.
I had to straightened myself... In all the commotion, I had forgotten about my one remaining lieutenant... But knowing now that he had been my - no, *Rose's* boyfriend in the past... Could I really trust him?
What if he just wanted me to become Rose again...?
That was the last thing I wanted to happen...
"I'm not a girl!" I retorted, brushing him away and taking a few steps back.
"Mentally, perhaps," he answered.
"How did you get in here?" I demanded, drawing *Earthborn.* "Did Max let you in?"
Soot chuckled mildly and placed a paw on Eden. "This Animus is very wise... perhaps as sentient as Reaper's Animus... Spectre..." His eyes narrowed. "Hmmm... No... Not quite. It responds to emotion instead of actually having a soul... It can differentiate friend from foe with their emotions... Unsealed are repelled because of relentless hunger... enemies for their hatred and dark hearts...
"But as for myself... I have no emotions... Perhaps the only weakness of this otherwise impenetrable fortress."
No emotions...?
How was that even possible?
Could he be that heartless?
"How can you have no emotions? That's impossible."
"Not so when you are nothing but a hollow shell held together by a magical symbol."
A hollow...?
I staggered back in horror. "You're a Puritan!"
Soot chuckled and nodded. "Indeed. Ironic, is it not, that the weakest of my species are so monstrous and yet the most powerful are so similar to your Mortaelians that it is difficult to tell them apart."
I levelled by weapons at him. "Stay back! I'm warning you!"
A Puritan!
This was bad... This deep inside Eden... with so many people around... No backup and Eden being unable to help...
I was in trouble.
Puritans were frightening in power... In my young career as an Elemental Lord, I had only ever encountered *one* and it nearly *killed* me!
And now one of my *lieutenants* was one!
He would know all my tricks!
"I will not harm you," Soot said, raising a paw calmly. He leaned against the wall, arms folded. "I have just come to talk."
I didn't want to believe him... but there was just something... about the way he spoke that made me trust him. Even if he spoke in such a dry, emotionless drawl and his eyes were like empty discs to me... I did feel a degree of benevolence from him.
"Then what *do* you want?"
Soot didn't answer.
I waited for what must have been five minutes to get a response... Nothing...
I guess I'll have to get this conversation rolling. I didn't dismiss my Seal Weapons, however.
Topics... Topics... Hmm... What do you say to the guy that was *supposed* to be your boyfriend but you don't ever remember that...? Or, for that matter, you think you're a *boy* and you aren't gay?
Yeesh... I should start with that...
Actually...
"So... If you don't have emotions... Do you feel anything... about me...?"
Soot regarded me and shook his head. "What feelings Luke felt for you are long gone. I am not Luke. I am an amalgamation of Luke and all the relationships that Rose Earthsire had forged before Belford made you. I am Soot. A collection of impure carbon particles formed from combustion."
I guess that was true...
A thousand incomplete memories... all come together to form Soot...
I wasn't sure if I should feel pity for this creature or heartbroken that he didn't feel anything for me.
Then again... I suppose it's better this way... No complications.
He has no emotions for me... and I have nothing for him.
It worked out well.
"So why did you join MODD and my division if you don't feel anything for me?"
"What else could I do?" Soot answered. "I am a Puritan Unsealed. MODD would hunt me down. They have the means. However, if I *joined* MODD, their own ranks are where they are least likely to look for an Unsealed."
I suppose that's true... MODD is so secure in our own power that we hardly screen our own troops anymore... I guess that's how Soot managed to bypass our security measures.
"May I ask you something?" Soot suddenly asked.
"Curiosity is an emotion, you know," I answered with a smirk.
"The answer is not for my benefit."
Oh... it was one of *those* questions.
"Would it be truly bad if you were to accept that you were Rose Earthsire at one point in your existence?"
I was tempted to slap him but I held back. "I am *not* Rose."
"You aren't *now* but at one point, you were."
"No I *wasn't*!" I jabbed his chest with *Earthborn*. "And if *I* have to accept I was Rose, you have to accept you were Luke Armstrong at one point! Rose's lover!"
He narrowed his eyes at me. I still couldn't detect any emotions from him. "I have accepted that." He turned his gaze away from me, eyes still narrowed. "I find it fascinating... There are five of us... perhaps six who have had our memories drastically altered."
He lifted a finger and began counting the individuals off.
"First there was Conway... Whose very purpose of living was stolen from him... He was tasked by his wife to forever love their daughter but when his love was permanently snatched from him, the core of his being crumbled and he was forever haunted by the terrible things he performed during his time as a madman. His memories constantly haunted him... and he chose to dedicate his life to righting the wrongs that cannot be righted."
Soot uncurled a second finger. "Then there was Norton... Like Conway, he was haunted by his past. His reason for living was snatched from him but he chose to hold it close to him and has worked tirelessly to ensure that the tragedies of the past never repeat themselves again. To this end, he has attempted to distance himself as much as possible from his pain but was never aware or rather, refused to acknowledge that he was carrying it around with him the entire time."
A third finger came up. "Then, of course, there is myself. I am not Luke Armstrong. I am Soot. My memories are a combination of all the memories of those that were connected to you and Luke's. However, unlike the others, they have merely collided with one another and negated one another. I am simply left with emotionless images. I see them. I acknowledge they are mine. But I could not care less."
His fourth finger rose. "Gabriel is another. Supposedly a vessel empty of memories so Belford placed your original Seal into him, giving him some degree of personality to reforge more memories. An empty creature of no memories... Quite the opposite of me, really."
Soot tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Of course, that leaves us with you, Rocky. You have two sets of memories. Two different personalities. Two seemingly opposite personalities from all accounts. You've essentially had a fresh start. But now the first set of memories is coming back... and one has to question which one will prove to be the dominant one.
"I find it mostly interesting how you are somewhat an opposite to Jacob Reaper. While he accepts his past, that perhaps he could have been a totally different person to who he is now, you reject it, constantly insisting that you were never that person. Even before Conway was killed and his Seal released to you, you vehemently rejected the idea that you were Rose Earthsire at one point or another... Perhaps it is the work of a Seal... perhaps not."
I was starting to draw some pretty crazy comparisons here...
Conway and Norton... Conway got stuck in the past... Norton pulled away as far as he could...
Gabriel and Soot... Gabriel was an empty soul with no memories but overly emotional... Soot was overflowing with memories but emotionless...
Then there was me and Jacob... both he and I had our pasts erased in a way... but where I rejected it... He accepted it... or rather, he didn't care.
Who of us was better off?
Ultimately, when the end came, who of us would survive.
"Well," Soot said, lowering his paw and pushing off the wall, "I assume that since you are not attacking me, you won't kill me." He turned his back and began striding away.
"Wait!" I cried but found myself unable to actually *stop* him.
I knew he was an Unsealed... I knew that I had to because of my duty to MODD... but to my duty to a friend...
I suddenly began to doubt again...
Maybe all we knew about the Unsealed wasn't true...?
I expected that voice to come back and start telling me not to doubt because doubt gives way to weakness or something... But it didn't say a thing.
"One more question," Soot said, stopping in mid-step and turning around to face me. "What is it about that aniga, *Starboy*, that has both you and Luke so fascinated?"
I didn't want to answer that question...
... but I found myself searching deep into my memories - Rose's memories - and finding a time in the distant past...
I saw Luke... and Rose... Back then, Rose had long hair and Luke... She called him 'Sooty' because he was a polar bear with permanently black splotches all over his fur from working in the foundries. Rose was constantly in training from Conway... but at night, when everyone thought she had gone to sleep, she would sneak out and meet Luke.
Together, they'd sneak out to Luke's house where his father would keep them fed and entertained with shows from Luke's aniga collection. Apparently, Rose liked *Starboy* because the protagonist reminded her of Soot. She would glance at him bashfully every now and then when she thought he wasn't looking. He was so kind to her... Everyone else at the base treated her either so delicately like she was a princess made of glass or a weapon for war to be forged into perfection.
She cried... at the ending...
It surprised me that I had somehow maintained the same appreciation of that show after having my memory erased...
"No. That was not something inherited from Rose. That was simply something you desired. It has no relation to Rose whatsoever."
I really didn't believe that...
I think... I think some part of me does remember being Rose... and that has translated into who I am today... There is some part of us... that will always remember... No matter who we turn into... no matter how our memories are affected... It will remember. It is what is judged by the Divine when we pass into the realm of the dead.
And... I think it is there to try and steer us in our everyday lives...
Maybe... maybe I should be like Jacob... Maybe I should accept who I was...
"Rose thought that the Princess was a lot like her and that Black was a lot like Soot," I answered softly. "She always imagined that in the end, the Princess would end up with Black... and in her heart, that is how she wanted her story to end. Unfortunately..."
Soot nodded. "I see." He turned around again and began heading away once more. "I wish you luck in your endeavour Rocky Groundwater. Remember, however, that memory is simply a recording made by *you* about events that have transpired. Learn to view them objectively... and perhaps you will see the truth masked by the memories."
What was he talking about...?
What truth?
What was I missing?
It was like a funeral procession... and in a way... that was exactly what it was.
Father Belford's followers were dressed as dark as possible. No one had managed to grab any spare clothing on their way out of their homes so they tried to convince Max to give them some dark clothing. It would've been a pain to make black clothing for everyone so Max simply gave them all black armbands to wear.
They all marched solemnly towards the Unsealed Factory with Father Belford at their lead...
I was *really* regretting not having destroyed that goddamn factory...
I straightened myself and took a deep breath... Whatever happened... I had resolved that it was because of *my* actions... *my* decisions... not something that Rose made me do. Okay... *fine*... I *was* Rose Earthsire at one point -
"No you are not. You are and always have been Rocky Groundwater."
Shut up, Voice!
Anyway... I am Rocky Groundwater... I *was* Rose Earthsire.
"You -"
Not listening to you!
But... I am Rocky Groundwater now...
I looked towards Jacob who flanked the door leading down into the factory.
He just radiated confidence... not a single shred of doubt... and to think that all came from his acceptance of who he was... of who he might have been. He wasn't stuck in the 'what ifs' or 'what could've beens'. He learned from his mistakes... he moved forward... and he became stronger.
I wanted to be just like that.
Gaining strength from my newly found inspiration, I straightened my back and began marching down into the factory. I took my stand beside the Branded and watched as Belford stepped up to Norton. A few words were exchanged... Then Norton held up a Universal Release Switch. He strapped it to Belford's neck... and I instantly knew he planned on decapitating the priest.
Not going to say I approve... but that's pretty damn clever.
Resigning himself to his fate, Father Belford accepting the dark gift and spun around to face us.
"My actions were not always steered by the light!" he announced, lifting his hands into the air as if welcoming death. "I am mortal. I am prone to succumb to my flaws and I have made many, many, *many* mistakes. In my position of power, I have used many of you... unwittingly or not.
"Ultimately, the source of this suffering can be pointed to me."
I guess... I didn't want to believe that simple truth... That Father Belford... someone who I had accepted into my life was at fault for everything that had occurred in my life... Whether he ruined it or not... I can't say...
But after this... It'll all be over...
"I was once a MODD researcher...I was delving into the possibilities of creating a Seal that did not require mortal sacrifice. Yes, in the days past, a Seal was the soul of a loved one given up for power. The greater the connection between the loved one and the user, the greater their Synchronisation with the Seal."
Yes... I knew that... I remembered reading his profile... In fact, I had invited him to come back to MODD when I became an Elemental Lord. I firmly believed that everyone deserved a second chance. That's why I offered that chance to Conway... I had dreamed that with the former enemies under the one roof, I could instil a lasting peace upon Graesham.
Boy was *I* naive...
"It was ultimately my research that led to the production of more powerful Seals for MODD as I discovered that personality traits could be sacrificed in order to produce as Seal. You can sacrifice your tendency to laugh at inappropriate times or your beautiful singing voice and that could all make a Seal.
"I researched the greatest source of this newfound resource of Seals... and I discovered that the strongest emotion that can produce a Seal... is by far the simplest... Love." Belford was actually starting to tear up as he lifted his head to the ceiling. "I convinced Conway Earthsire to sacrifice his love for his daughter, Rose, to become a new Seal that he could use."
I jerked my head up towards the priest...
I didn't know that...
... Conway... He gave his love... for me...?
What... What would've his life been like?
A life without love...?
Father Belford closed his eyes briefly, a tear running down his cheek. I could see his knees quaking. "But my experiment failed. Love is the core of all existence and by taking it out of Conway, I had deprived him of his core... and he was left with nothing but a deep, longing emptiness that he could not fill. However, the Seal could be compatible with his daughter and I made my second mistake by convincing Conway to give the Seal to Rose... and telling him to train her in its use in the hope that their bonding experience will revitalise the love in his heart..."
I had been empowered by my father's love...
... and I had used that love against him...
Oh Conway...
Now, Father Belford was openly crying. "I was wrong... Rose grew bitter for Conway's actions as such actions were one made by a commanding officer and not a father. Rose grew up without a father... and she resented that existence. She lashed out and fled MODD... Conway gave chase not for love... but in desperation of losing the one source that could fill that hole in his heart...
"Rose, however, did not die that day... She was barely alive... and brought back to the Emerald Crown."
I was encapsulated by a deathly silence...
Vague memories flashed through my mind...
I remembered lying on the ground with Conway standing over me, looking disgusted... maybe disappointed... Around me were the bodies of countless MODD soldiers and the wreckage of their equipment.
I had killed so many...
"A waste..."Conway snarled. "Get the Eternal Seal here! I want* everyone hereused to become a Seal! Maybe we can salvage something out of this operation..."
I see...
My Seal... the Seal of Earth...
It came from the souls of all those people I had killed as Rose...
I clutched at my heart... I knew Seals came at dire prices... but the irony burned me hard that the sins I had caused in one life empowered me in this one.
"I realised my mistakes then," Belford cried. "So, in an attempt to rectify my sins... I attempted to give Rose a new lease on life... A new beginning."
I may have gotten a new lease on my life... but I was still stuck on the same, old mortgage plan...
You can't run away from your past like Norton... You can't undo the past like what Conway tried to do... You can't pretend they aren't there as Soot claimed... and you certainly can't become consumed by them like Gabriel...
You have to acknowledge them... and grow from them...
I know Jacob hasn't really been exposed to his past yet... but his ideal... They way he approaches it...
... I think...
I want to be like that.
"Thus, I took from Rose her memories of the past and made it into a Seal..." Belford said, his voice growing softer with every word. "I then created a Seal with the purpose of constantly sacrificing her *present* memories and leaving only fragments that will maintain her current personality... Lastly, I took the memories of *everyone else* and made them into a Seal, leaving only what is now commonly believed...
"These three Seals I gave to Conway Earthsire, Norton Manx... and Soot. Unfortunately, because of this, I gave Conway the means by which he could create the Fossilisation Plague in a twisted attempt to resurrect his daughter... He may have created the Plague and he may have been the forefront of all the suffering you have endured... but it was *I* who had set the gears in motion."
Belford lowered his head. "And for that... I am sorry."
Norton lifted his blade for the finishing blow. "Your forgiveness comes with your death, old man!"
I wanted to stop him...
... but... at the same time, I just wanted this nightmare to end...
I wanted to get rid of my past... so that I could finally stand and be myself...
*SWISH!*
...
*Thunk...*
*... Ka-thunk...*
*THUD!*
I held my breath... And it took me a moment to realise I had shut my eyes.
Slowly... I opened them...
... My heart froze when I found Father Randall Belford's eyes staring directly at me... dead... The Universal Release Remote lay sliced at the base of his severed head.
"That was sort of anti-climactic..." Max grunted, turning around and bullying the crowd out. "Okay! Show's over! Everyone back to Eden!"
No one wanted to move... but slowly, people began to filter out of the chamber...
"Damn..." Taylor murmured softly. "I can't believe it's over... just like that..." He shook his head in confusion. "I was expecting a fight or something..."
"Does every step of progress we make have to end in death...?" Joanna sighed.
Rex clapped her shoulders. "It's not over yet. We've still got that Purge to deal with."
Right... of course... It isn't over yet.
The Purge...
At least now we can all focus on it.
"A Purge *you* called if I recall correctly," Max chuckled bitterly. "But at least we won't have Norton or Belford to worry about anymore. Come on" - he seized Rex's arm - "you called the Purge, you're helping us stop it."
A large portion of the crowd left the scene... Some lingered to pay their final respects before they too departed. I took a few steps away, torn at the sight of a great rock in my existence having crumbled so easily. At the same time... I finally felt free...
Some part of me realise that the voice that had been nagging me to be just Rocky...
... it was Belford's voice...
... and now that the real Father Belford was gone...
... I could finally rest easy...
"What the hell...?"
I froze...
... and spun around.
My eyes widened in shock.
Jacob had a glowing paw facing Norton.
What was he doing!?
"You..."Norton snarled.
What -?
*Zzzzap!*
Jacob fired off a beam but Norton swiftly dodged to the side, drawing his double-bladed weapon with a frustrated cry.
"This was all part of his plan, wasn't it!?" the mole demanded. "Fake his death so you could get close enough to kill me!?"
What? Fake his...?
He looked for Belford's body...
... and only found a mannequin...
No... He didn't...!
I spun around to check if anyone else lay witness to the scene... But everyone was mostly at the far exit! There were no *true* witnesses except myself and the remaining Branded!
No!
Jacob lowered his arm and summoned his blades. "Nope. I was going to kill you anyway."
This had to stop!
*CLANG!*
Norton and Jacob engaged in a blindingly fast sword fight. "I knew it! He's got you following him! That's it! No more mercy!" Norton cried. A wave of darkness erupted from his body, spreading over me but I managed to remain rooted in position. I quickly summoned *Earthborn.*
I knew this wouldn't be easy.
"Get them *out of here!" Jacob yelled.
Norton made his move.
No!
I surged forward and -
*KA-CLANG!*
Barred Norton's blade alongside Taylor and Kerry.
"I will destroy you *all!" Norton roared.
Another wave of darkness erupted from him, throwing me back. I managed to remain standing but the others fell back. Norton threw back his head and let out a pained, frustrated cry. Black spears of rock began erupting from the ground and circling him ominously.
"I'll drown you all in a sea of Unsealed!"
Jacob acted quickly, jumping to his feet and firing off beams at the spears that Norton summoned. He shattered many of the spears but others slammed into the vats and shattered the delicate glass holding back the copious amounts of green liquid.
Unsealed poured out!
"Not good!" I exclaimed, bringing up my shield.
A paw fell on my shoulder and I spun to meet Jacob's fierce, laser-like blue eyes.
"Get out of here!"
I was momentarily stunned.
Why?
"What!? Why!?"
"Norton is going to die," he answered grimly. I could tell that was the truth... As much as I wanted to deny it... it was the truth... No more denials for me... I can see the truth. I'm looking at this objectively... just like Soot told me to.
I could see Norton would die.
"When that happens," Jacob muttered, "that Seal he's holding will go straight to you. The further you are away from him, the greater chance we have of stopping it before it gets to you. And you *like* thinking you're a boy, right?"
No... I don't like thinking I'm a boy...
... not if I stop being me...
But... Would I still be me if that Seal entered me...?
I would fight to the bitter end to maintain myself... but I might lose...
... So...
I nodded at him. "Don't die."
He gave me a sly grin and a cocky snort. "Can I get a good luck kiss?"
Hmmm...
I quickly pressed myself against him, pressing my muzzle against his and pushing my tongue deep into his throat. I felt his warm breath rush into me in that gasp of shock...
I realised something with that kiss...
Yeah... I was a girl.
But more than that... I'm Rocky Groundwater.
I pulled back and returned that cocky smile of his. "Good luck."
Without another word, I spun and bolted for the exit, yelling at the horrified onlookers to get up those stairs and out of the Emerald Crown. I pushed them all as much as I could. There was a resounding boom behind me and I spun around to find the stairway into the Factory suddenly blocked by a titanic wall of rock. I guess Joanna must've blocked it...
I stood there... in the middle of the stairway... just watching those rocks...
My fists clenched tightly...
They were in there fighting for me... against Norton...
Belford had betrayed us... and now... Norton had gone mad...
Why...?
I don't understand that! Why did Father Belford betray us!?
"You think I betrayed you, don't you child?"
I froze...
That voice again.
I spun...
Looking down at me, haloed by a benevolent, golden light... was Father Randall Belford. His smile was so welcoming... so warm... I almost fell back into his spell.
*Almost*.
"You -"
He lifted a hand. "Child, judge me not until you have learned the facts for yourself. Come... Let us save your friends..."
His voice sounded distant... otherworldly.
What happened to him...?
Father Belford approached the rock barrier barring us from the Factory. He lifted his weapon, the mace-like *Earthen Incense.* With a single blow, he shattered the barrier. I had never seen him fight before... but such *strength!*
I looked into the chamber...
... and my eyes widened.
I had to have been gone for about five minutes!
And Norton had already won!
Jacob lay on the ground... Taylor and Kerry were unconscious several metres away... and now Norton held Joanna by the throat, lifting her up into the air as she desperately tried to kick at him.
"Jacob!" I shouted.
Norton's eyes looked past Joanna... and they widened when they focused on Belford.
"You!"
"Cease this madness now, Norton,"Belford said calmly. "The battle is already over and you have lost."
A lot of confidence considering we're up against a guy that just beat four Branded!
I brought up my shield and *Earthborn*. This was going to be tough.
"Rocky!" Norton cried. "Why are you allying with him when you saw that he betrayed us!?"
Why... Why indeed...?
"I'm not his ally," I snarled, glaring at Belford. He caught my gaze and seemed unfazed by it. "I'm just here to stop you!"
Belford sighed theatrically... that same sigh he gave so many times... For the first time... I realised that it wasn't a benevolent, tired sigh of one who had a terrible burden on his shoulders... it was a sigh of a man who knew his plans were being met... and was *bored*!
I can't believe I misjudged someone else... *again!*
"That truly is a pity, girl... But I suppose there is little you can do now."
"What!?"
*WHAM!*
The floor hit me *hard*. I saw stars... I never even saw Belford move but I certainly felt his mace strike my chest! My vision began to clear as Belford suddenly vanished in a blur of light and slammed his mace against Norton's armoured form. The gorilla - despite his age - was demonically fast! And he was titanically strong too!
A dangerous combination... the Elements of Light and Earth... Light for the speed... and Earth for the strength.
No!
I won't give up!
I pulled myself to my feet.
"Pitiful child,"Belford whispered into my ear.
What!? He had just been bashing Norton!
In fact... he still *was!*
...
Clones!
That's how he managed to avoid being executed! He used clones!
"All mortals are destined to become perfect... and you shall be the first to achieve such perfection. Stop trying to fight destiny."
I spun around, slamming my shield into the clone. The glowing image of Belford merely held me back with a well-placed hand. "If I turn out to be *your* version of perfect, I'd rather be flawed!"
"You have no choice in the matter."
WHAM!
I staggered back, my shoulder aching from the clone's strikes. To my horror, countless more clones began appearing in flashes of light. More of them began attacking Conway, bashing at his armour. They were too fast for him to -
Wait!
Earth and Light!
I reached into my power...
"Laser Leaf!"
Glowing, emerald leaves erupted from my body, hung in the air... and then shot straight into the forms of the clones. Many grunted and other cried in pain as their forms dissolved, leaving behind clay mannequins.
Yes!
"Norton! Use *fast* area attacks! Get rid of them all!"
My lieutenant - yes... he has always been a loyal lieutenant - grinned, gave me a thumbs up and hurled his paws into the air.
"Obsidian Rain!"
A *huge* black rock erupted from the ground behind him... and instantly shattered, turning into a shower of black, earthen blades that peppered all Belford clones around him. Many of the clones fell. They tried to block the barrage but there was just too many spears of earth for them to defend. Their bodies crumpled to the ground, turning into the clay mannequins that they were with black shards embedded into their forms.
Others managed to survive...
... but not for long.
"Laser Leaf!"
My lasers killed the rest of the clones, the clay mannequins hitting the ground.
I rushed to Norton's side, pressing my back against him and grinning broadly.
"Glad to be fighting by your side again, *ma'am*," Norton chortled.
Strangely, I wasn't insulted by that.
"Do not resist perfection!"
Belford sprang from the shadows and charged at us head on!
I blocked him with my shield -
... and Norton quickly followed up by leaping up on my shoulders and spearing Belford's shoulder. He leapt back and kicked Belford's face *hard*. As the dark priest staggered, I took the advantage. I surged forward, spinning *Earthborn* in my paws and unleashing a barrage of kicks, punches and swipes that threw Belford hard against one of the vats!
This time... his form didn't vanish into a clay mannequin.
Yes!
We won!
...
At least I thought so until Belford began to laugh.
A hand fell on my shoulder...
*Belford!*
"What the!?" I cried, leaping back.
"Take a closer look at the man you defeated, girl."
I spun to the *other* Belford...
... and his form shimmered... and melted away...
... revealing Norton...
What...?
My eyes fell down to Belford's weapon... *Earthen Incense...*
No...
I remembered... his mace... the head of the weapon was shaped like an incense dispenser... When swung, the weapon spread a hallucinogenic mist... He used it often in the 'golden days' when he was working in MODD!
No!
He... He tricked me!
"You -"
I swung at him -
*CLANG!*
"Girl... The end has come for you,"Belford chuckled. "The last Seal needed to break you is not free."
No! *No! NO!*
I turned towards Norton's body... just as a green burst of light erupted from his prone body and -
*WHAM!*
Slammed hard into my chest.
My body suddenly felt numb... and I found myself falling to my knees without any control over my body whatsoever.
I... I could see it...
My past as Rose...
... I *am* Rose...
... but...
...
A grin crossed my features... and I locked gazes with a horrified Belford.
"Guess who?"
"Impossible!"
*WHAM!*
I slammed my shield against him, sending him reeling. He staggered back, managing to keep standing but his resolve clearly broken.
"You should be the perfect soldier now! No emotions! No mind! You should be obeying my orders! Stop this!"
I swung *Earthborn* in my paws and got ready for the fight of my life. "That was assuming I never accepted I was Rose beforehand!"
"That shouldn't be possible! Norton's Seal -"
"Seals don't make a person. My heart is my own! No Seal can change that!"
Belford's eyes narrowed at me.
"I see... Then I will just have to go to my contingency plan!"
Contingency plan...?
"Sleep, girl!"
He threw his hand forward. A searing blast of light erupted from the tips of his fingers and slammed into my chest. I felt no pain... and I just grinned.
My heart was stronger than my memories!
Yes... That's what I've come to realise...
My heart... is who I am. It is what defines me... What remembered who I was even when I cannot!
With my heart, I was -
... I glanced down at my chest.
My eyes boggled...
Thick, clear crystal began spreading all over my body... crawling up my chest, my shoulders and down my legs! It froze my entire form! I couldn't move.
"No!" I cried.
But... my heart...!
I couldn't move... but I could still see...
The crystal enveloped me completely in a crystal coffin, my arms planted firmly at my sides. I tried to scream... but my lips wouldn't move. I tried to cry... but the crystal wouldn't let me. I wasn't breathing... but it was still keeping me alive!
What *was* this!?
Belford hovered over me... and smirked. "Now... Let's just see how well you can hold on under the weight of* moreSeals."
Was he going kill Soot!?
No!
I... I may not be Rose Earthsire... but I still felt those emotions for him... and it broke my heart that he didn't love me back... I loved him...
He would always be my Sooty...
Luke...
Belford strode out of the chamber... I was horrified to find Norton still alive... I could see him breathing... Out of the corner of his eye, he gave me an apologetic look... and a tear run down his cheek. He reached out towards me...
No! Don't resist!
He'll kill you!
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Black coffins emerged from the ground...
His *Obsidian Maiden* attack!
But... I couldn't see any spikes inside the coffins!
*WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!*
The coffins enclosed on Taylor, Joanna and Kerry's bodies...
He was...?
"Still alive?"Belford scoffed. "My aren't you persistent." He lifted a hand... a crystal spear hovered over his fingertips. But the gorilla stopped. "Hmmm? What's this...?"
Norton flicked his paws towards the air. The coffins containing the Branded shot into the air, breaking through the ceiling and vanishing from sight.
"Using the last ounce of strength to safe the fools who were blinded by my trickery,"Belford chucked, lowered his spear and letting it vanish. "For your bravery, I will let you die slowly. Relish the small victory you achieved in saving their lives for you have only sealed their fate to die in the fires of destruction I will bring."
Belford headed out of the Factory, my crystal coffin carrying me with him. No one was in the Emerald Crown and for that I was relieved. The gorilla suddenly picked up speed, his mastery over Light giving him that ability.
The world sped past my eyes... I saw the desolation of Graesham... I saw the ruins of the Emerald Crown... and I saw the lives I had ruined due to my foolishness.
I should *never* have trusted Belford...
Before I knew it, we were suddenly in a barren, desolate plane far beyond Graesham's gates... I saw the footprints of where the Fossilised once stood...
We were in the Grey Grounds Graveyard.
"Rejoice, my children!"Belford exclaimed, spreading his paws wide. "I have returned from the dead and come to bring you deliverance!"
What!?
Belford dragged my coffin across the Graveyard and I saw the shocked, relieved and joyful faces of the Graesham survivors as we passed them. The way they looked at Belford... It was with admiration... pride... They had given themselves entirely to him!
This was the last bit they needed to truly have complete and utter faith in him!
Resurrection from the dead!
I was such a fool!
But... what did he want from me?
"Perfection is at hand, my children!"Belford exclaimed, rising on a podium of rock above everyone else. "I was destroyed and have returned in perfection! Now I have come to take you to paradise! To perfection!"
All the people cheered.
They had been too far to see Belford's deception... They probably just thought that Norton went nuts! I *barely* saw Belford's mannequin... so what did *they* see?
... probably exactly what Belford wanted...
"Gabriel! My loyal son! Come!"
"Of course, Father!"
Gabriel... No!
Gabriel appeared beside Belford, looking up at the gorilla with shining eyes.
No!
Belford placed a hand on the ram's shoulder."You have been a loyal right-hand, my son... Now, it is time to fulfil your ultimate destiny!"
"Anything, Father! Anything at all!"
I saw the gleam in his eyes...
"Now... be the Destroyer..."
SHLICK!
If my eyes could widen, they would.
Belford had just *shoved his hand right through Gabriel's chest!*
"Destroy this world... so that it can be reborn in perfection!"
Gabriel looked horrified... but the crowd... they just ate it all up. They were under Belford's control completely and utterly.
The gorilla pulled his hand out of Gabriel's chest, holding up a Seal. There were no physical injuries to Gabriel's body... but I could see him quake from head to toe... and his eyes fading into a solid, green form...
The eyes of an Unsealed!
Belford lifted the Seal in his hands above me... and I remembered.
That was *Rose's* Seal... *My* Seal!
Oh god... Oh god no!
Please no!
"And with this... Ascension!"
He slammed the Seal against my coffin... piercing the crystal frame... and pushing it deep into my chest...
... I felt numb...
... I felt nothing...
... I... I couldn't think...
...I... I didn't even know my own name...
Wait... I think... Yeah... I think I can...
I... I'm Rocky... Rocky Groundwater...
I'm... I'm Rose Earthsire...
Rocky... Groundwater...
Rose... Earth... sire...
Rocky... water...
...R..R... Rose...
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*House of Love - Part 5 - The Road to Magdalene: End of the Road
This is Part 5 of a story about mind control. But there are no drugs, devices or gimmicks that make it happen. It is about the kind of mind control that happens every day. The kind where people become true believers and no amount of logic or reality can make them see truth. Don't believe it? Then you are not paying attention to the cults, both religious and political.
As in most fiction, there is exaggeration of reality. But this story is based in my personal experience.
Synopsis to date: Sheila is a young girl that left her rural home to work in the city. With no family of social support network, she was drawn into the church called House of Love. There, the leaders twist religion to use for their own nefarious purposes.
Sheila went through an initial experience called the Mary Experience (Part 1). She believes she had sex with God. She is now on the path to what is called the Magdalene Experience (Part 2 - anal, and group sex; Part 3 - lesbian, exhibitionism, and orgy; Part 4 – incest, a D/d encounter that was a necessary next step on the road to Magdalene).
Part 5 contains incest, group sex, wife sharing, anal, lesbian, bi-sexual men, and drug use. It also contains the conclusion to Sheila's time at the House of love. There is the brief reappearance of Billy from Part 1. He was the person who introduced Sheila to the House of Love, but has since disappeared from the story. He is a catalyst that brought change to Sheila's life, and does so once again.
It also contains what many would call blasphemy, as has every other part in this tale. But then, that's the point about how cults control minds, isn't it? If those don't appeal to you, you may wish to hit your browser's back button now.*
Chapter 10 – Final Preparations
Sheila returned to her home with Mike and Jill. Her future was uncertain. Not that it had necessarily been all that certain before. But now, it seemed completely confused.
Before visiting with her father, Sheila thought at least she understood the immediate path for her life. Seeing Daddy had been a necessary side trip on the road to Magdalene. What needed to be done with him was, in her thinking, to be an isolated episode. Not to be repeated.
That assumption was now totally blown away. What was it that she had expected? Maybe she had never really known, never really thought it through. Sheila just knew that in her wildest imagination, she would have never dreamed the soul melding experience which had awaited her.
They had given to each other the essence of their beings. Sheila experienced love as she had never thought possible. The meeting of their physical bodies and spirits was somehow reminiscent of the Mary Experience. As if the thing was of the same category, but with less intensity. She wondered if this is how it had been when "Mom" Baylor had first joined with her own father.
She would have to figure these things out later. Right now the immediate necessities of living life were going to occupy her time. She had to do laundry, unpack and put away everything she had taken on her trip. She was working a full shift tomorrow and she had to be ready and rested. With factory work, inattention could be painful.
Sheila steered her car along one of the alleys. They ran along the rear property lines of all the houses in her neighborhood. Everyone parked behind their own house. Garages, if they existed, faced the alleyway. That's the way things used be done. Modern houses seemed more like a garage with house attached. But in older neighborhoods, the cars and such were hidden away from the public eye.
Sheila entered through the rear door of the house, dragging along as much baggage as she could carry. As she entered, she heard voices coming from the living room. Well, whatever that was, it would have to await investigation while she finished unloading.
As soon as everything was inside, Sheila went to see what was going on. Fortunately, the house was designed in such a way, that there was one particular spot, where one could see most of the living room while still being hidden from view. It provided an unobstructed view of the couch, end on view, so everything happening there was seen from the side.
This was the couch which occupied part of the middle space of the living room floor. There was plenty of room to walk behind the back of it and the wall dividing the living room from the kitchen. It faced the TV and was the place she had spent many evenings watching movies with Mike and Jill as she had gradually come to know and trust them. It was also the same place they had first seduced her into bisexuality and threesomes.
While Sheila was hidden from view, if someone had been looking directly at the spot where she was standing, she would have been seen quite clearly. But people occupied in that room generally had no reason to look in her direction. What Sheila saw was surprising, but not shocking.
Jill was dressed in a black, cupless bustier and thigh high stockings. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Sheila could easily see the dog collar around her neck. A leash was clipped on to the 'D' ring. She also noticed that there was dangly jewelry hanging from Jill's nipple piercings. She only wore those when she was dressing up for someone special.
Jill was on her knees on the couch and was facing the back of it. Her legs were spread wide. The top of her shoulders pressed against the back upper edge of the furniture. This meant that her neck and face could crane over into the space behind the couch.
Mike was standing, leaning against the living room/kitchen dividing wall. He was a bit slouchy, showing that he was at ease and very relaxed. He was conversing with two very well dressed gentlemen. The suits were expensive. Very expensive. Thousand dollar expensive.
What had surprised Sheila was that both men were engaged in fucking Jill while Mike watched. One stood behind the couch with his cock buried to the root down Jill's throat. Not shocking that, as Jill was well versed in the art of sucking cock. The other stood behind her casually stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. Nothing shocking there either.
What surprised Sheila was the casual nature of the whole scene. Mike was relaxed watching his wife being spit roasted. The two men seemed relaxed as they fucked. It was kind of weird. And while all of this was going on Mike was engaged in conversation with the man up Jill's cunt. Sheila could not hear all of it, but she did catch parts of the conversation.
"We can supply your needs and have product available to suit every taste" Mike was saying.
"Now, this is on demand?" said the other.
"Yes, almost always. We haven't had any problems yet. We have plenty in stock and more is in the pipeline, so I don't anticipate any supply problems. But, advance notice is always appreciated." Mike replied.
"We usually order well ahead of time, but there are occasions when we have emergencies and need immediate attention."
"Like I said, I don't see that being a problem" Mike repeated.
With that, the conversation seemed to wind down. And the fucking grew more vigorous. Both men were now pumping hard, seeking to pop their nut in Jill.
Sheila did not understand what the conversation was about, but Mike was a Contractor and she assumed that it was concerning some project they were working on. She did think it unusual that Jill was entertaining business associates. She had never heard of Mike and Jill doing that before, but maybe they were friends also.
Jill having sex with other people was not disturbing. Neither was Mike watching. That happened all the time, but usually only within the church family. There was a lot of sex going on between the church members. But it never seemed detached or mechanical. The church family cared about each other. All of the sex she had witnessed, while maybe wild or even considered deviant, had never been uncaring.
"Well" thought Sheila, "I'm not asking about it now. Not while they have guests. Maybe I'll talk to them tomorrow."
And so she went about the business of getting ready to sleep. She showered, brushed her teeth and otherwise completed the bedtime rituals. After the excitement of her long weekend and the drive home, it was few minutes after her head hit the pillow that Sheila was fast asleep.
Over the next several days, Sheila continued to ponder the scene she had witnessed the night she returned home. Not so much the action itself, but rather her own unaffected attitude toward it.
"The problem," Sheila thought, "is that it doesn't bother me. Why is that?"
As she contemplated her reaction, or rather, her lack of reaction, it came to her that she had changed. Something significant was now different from the time before she went to see her father. Sheila needed help with processing this change. She needed to talk to Jill.
Later that evening Sheila walked into Jill's bedroom.
"Hi, baby. Haven't seen much of you since you got back. I know we have all been busy, but I miss you." Jill said.
"I know. But I have also been keeping to myself a little. I had to think about some things but now I need to talk it over with you. I need help understanding what is going on."
"Well, come over here and let me see you."
Sheila approached Jill and stood right in front of her. Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed so when Sheila came close, they were almost touching. They were both wearing loosely tied robes. Modesty had long ceased being of any concern between the friends.
Jill pushed her hands inside of Sheila's robe opening it slightly more. She cupped, gently squeezed, and caressed Sheila's breasts. Then Jill brought her lips to an erect nipple and teased it to full hardness with her lips and tongue. One hand traveled south to cup Sheila's sex. Fingers drew lazy circles around her clit. Then they stroked up and down along the now slick channel. Sheila was getting wet. Very wet.
Jill could always take Sheila from freezing to piping hot in very short order. Sheila loved lesbian sex with Jill. Previously, it was the best sex she had ever had. Until Daddy.
"How was your time with your father? Were you able to make a connection with Him?"
"Yes, I did. And it was wonderful. So much more than I expected." Sheila replied.
"Did you make it with him? Were you able to complete the next step to Magdalene? Was it good?"
"It was so much more than just sex. I remember you talking about your own connection with your father and how good the sex was. I know now that while I thought I understood what you were talking about, I didn't at all.
The physical sex was great. He is so patient and kind and loving with me. He has the experience to make it wonderful. But there was more. There was a spiritual connection I didn't anticipate. It was like a more moderate Mary experience. It felt like an echo of what happened that night. But not nearly as intense."
Jill looked thoughtful and then said, "For me, daddyfucks are the absolute best sex there is. As much as I enjoy Mike, and you, plus all of the other sex I have, there is nothing as good or as intense as sex with my father. I am sure it is different for every woman who experiences that kind of incest.
If it were forced, I am sure it could be horrible. But my father and I chose to be lovers. Just like 'Mom' and her father. And even among those of us who deliberately chose to do it, the experience is going to be different. Tell me about what happened."
"I followed your advice. I offered myself to him. Not directly, but I dressed and teased and was forward in a way that made myself clear. But I never backed him into a corner. It was his choice. Oh, I baited the hook and I reeled him in, but he could have jumped the line at any point. So, I took it slow and let him realize that this is what he wanted.
He made his choices and I took full advantage. The first taste of his cum filling my mouth was Heaven. Then I gave him my virgin pussy. Oh, I know technically I wasn't virgin, but I don't think sex with God counts.
And then, he took my ass. I was glad that Mike had taken me that way before and taught me how to make it good. In fact, I am also glad for all of the instruction I got from both of you on how to do oral. Daddy loved deepthroat.
But again, good sex and mind blowing orgasms, while great, were not the best part. With Daddy, I experienced total love. I felt safe and warm. I knew a man who was totally committed to my welfare. And to my pleasure. His lovemaking was not just about getting his rocks off. It was an expression of his deepest, heartfelt absolute love.
And I think that it was what he needed. After the failed marriage and divorce from Mom, he was just holed up in the middle of twenty acres. I think he was hiding from life and the possibility of more pain.
I don't mean to say anything negative about sex with you and Mike, or any of the other people in the church I've loved. But this was just different. It was a whole different level."
"I do understand what you are talking about." Jill said. "Sex with my father is incredible. I love it and I know I will never stop. I will crave his cock for the rest of my life. Like I told you before, Mike not only knows about it and approves, he helps make sure that I have time to see Daddy. He goes so far as to help me make the arrangements if I need him to.
So I am so glad that you were able to make this connection. You know it is an absolute necessity for your continued journey toward Magdalene. And now you will be able to continue forward."
"Why was it necessary?" Sheila asked.
"Because sex with your father is the ultimate sex. There is not much beyond that. So it frees you from inhibitions about anything else. You will now experience a freedom in sexual unions that wasn't there before. Some people say it makes women promiscuous.
But that is not true. What it does is make any choices you desire acceptable to you. Some women, because of immaturity or a lack of guidance, make a lot of bad choices. Establishing a loving, sexual relationship with their father can help bring stability to their life. Now, an older experienced man can provide a rock solid base from which they can build.
And if sex with daddy is forced, can do a lot emotional damage. But when both father and daughter choose that relationship, it is amazingly freeing for you. And that is what we hoped it would do for you. Any kind of sex that you choose, without any guilt at all."
"I saw you the other night." Sheila said tentatively.
"When do you mean?"
"The other night when you were with those two well-dressed men. Mike was watching and you all seemed very relaxed. Who were they? I have never seen them before. I thought I knew everyone in the church."
"They aren't from the church, baby. They are business associates of Mike's and that is the first time I had met them."
"And you had sex with them?"
"Sure. Mike wanted me to. It was helping his business for us to make that kind of connection with those men. And I really enjoyed it. I got off having Mike watch me fuck them both like that. It was a lot of fun and I had some great orgasms with them. And better, when they were gone, Mike took me in the bed and screwed me to some of the best sex we've ever had. I am surprised the noise didn't wake you up."
"Well, I was so tired I don't think a bomb could have woken me up. But I am still surprised about you having casual sex with, well I guess, strangers."
"Sheila, you have taken a gigantic step on the road to Magdalene. I am willing to bet that before you saw it necessity of it, you would have never conceived that having sex with your father was something you would choose. But you did choose it. And I can assure you that there will be more choices before you get there.
So one last question. Before you went to see your father, Mike refused to have regular sex with you. You finally figured out that it was because he was waiting for you to have sex with your father. And you figured out that he wouldn't do it because it concerned your journey to Magdalene. He didn't want to interfere with it.
And I know his refusal to take you that way, and his orders that no one else could either, had you very bothered. But now that you have completed this next step, he will fuck your pussy, if you still want him to. And once he does, the bans on others will be lifted also. So do you still want Mike to take your pussy? Do you want to have sex with him that way, or will you be satisfied with him doing you anally? Because, him stroking your ass will never stop, even if you don't choose vaginal sex."
Sheila answered, "Oh, hell yes I want him. I want that cock slamming me has hard as we can go. I have dreamed about that man fucking my pussy ever since those nights on the couch, when you two first started having sex with me. I mean, if that's OK with you, Jill."
"It sure is sweetie. I am so happy that you still want it. You are going to love the way he feels inside you, the way he fills you up. And it is going to open up complete new worlds for you. There are some things we have to settle first. We need to set up a counseling session with 'Mom' and 'Dad.' But first, I think we need a little celebratory sex with just you and me."
"You are doing quite well in your progress toward Magdalene" said 'Mom' Baylor. "You have come a long way from when you first came to the House of Love. You were a shy virgin. But you were willing to submit to God through his human representative and you became Mary. One of only a few Marys existing today.
You had sex with the heavenly father. That opened you to a whole new world of submission and service. You have followed the advice and teaching of your primary deacon, Mike and his wife Jill. They have shown you the path so far.
Sheila, I am so proud of you and your teachable spirit. Recognizing the authority of the church, obedience in action even when you did not understand. You are so worthy of the honor of Magdalene that will soon be yours. With all you have learned there is still a ways to go.
You learned love with Mike and Jill. They taught you to love both men and women. You shared in their love for you and each other. You gave yourself to Mike in a way that pleases him completely. He loves having his cock in your ass. You experienced public sex and exhibitionism at the ladies' meeting when you loved three women, while all of the others watched.
And now, finally, you have had sex with your earthly father as you did with your heavenly. You have destroyed all of the barriers that would have hindered you from full obedience and the full enjoyment of the blessings available to you. I know how long you have been frustrated because Mike would not fill your pussy with his marvelous cock. Well, now that drought is over and you are free to enjoy.
But there is so much more that you can learn. Now there are no limits to the acts of love that you can experience. What we now want to show you is that every act of love is a form of worship. That first Mary worshiped as God took her and made her pregnant. She experienced the ultimate human joy of physical orgasm as God fucked her. He filled her with perfect seed and she bore a son.
But there is more than just the physical union that took place. There was the spiritual as well. You know this. You had the Mary experience. And now your mission is to spread that joy to others through worship. Your acts of love will bring the world to a better place. To that end, you will need training so that you are able to anticipate and fulfill the needs of others.
You know the basics of worship through acts of love, but there is much more you need to know. Skills you need to learn. Experiences you need to have. There is so much variety in the way people love each other.
We are going to enroll you in what we call 'Practical Ministry Education'. There you will learn to fulfill the worship needs of others in the infinite variety of loving acts. Truthfully, you will have sex with almost every member of the church as they demonstrate to you how they worship."
"Thank you so much for believing in me! I can't wait to get started!" Sheila replied.
"Well good" 'Mom' said. "Because you start tonight. You will be going to Marcus and Jenna Stevens' house where you will spend several days, maybe a week, learning to love them."
"That's the black guy with the white wife, right?" asked Sheila.
"Yes, that's them. We need to know right off if you have any issues with people of other races. If there is any prejudice in you about loving all of God's people, we will have to rid you of that first thing. So far, you have only had sex with other white people.
Do you have any questions? Mike and Jill will still be your direct authorities. They will set up your training schedule. You can, of course, have sex with them or anyone else they designate, even if you are assigned to a teaching house. While you are in a teaching house, the head of that house will have immediate authority over you, while Mike retains overall. Do you think that you can submit to the needs of people you have just met? That you really don't know at all?"
"Yes, I think I can do this. If I get scared or confused, can I still call Mike if I need to?"
"Anytime" 'Mom' said.
Sheila went to Jill to talk over this latest development.
"So, the next step along the road to Magdalene is that I begin having sex with everyone?" Sheila asked.
"It's not like that," Jill replied. "You are not going to be having sex with just anyone who wants it anytime they like. It's not indiscriminate fucking. Mike and me, along with 'Mom', will be setting your schedule and selecting people for you. The purpose is to broaden your sexual horizons. Everyone in the church has a ministry to accomplish. You have the ability to bring love, comfort and healing to many people. That is your ministry.
When you have a loving sexual encounter, you are demonstrating God's love to them on a very practical level. Lots of people talk about wanting to help, but are never willing to do what it takes to actually benefit people in the real world. In the book of James, the question is asked, "If someone comes to you and is cold and hungry, and you reply, 'Be warm and be fed', what good does it do?" None. You have not helped them at all.
What we want for you, is that you begin a broad based practical training program. You will have sex with a lot of different people. You will learn much more about sexuality than Mike and me can teach you. We are just two people and our approach to sexuality is limited by who we are. But when you have sexual encounters with many different people, then you learn about all of the different approaches humanity has to love and the comfort derived from the loving act."
"So I am actually going to become like a minister or something?" Sheila inquired.
"Yes" Jill continued, "the historic church always has had lay ministers along with those who got paid to do ministry full time. The lay ministers were volunteers who worked alongside the professionals in order to accomplish the overall ministry of the church. They might even be ordained to their specific ministry.
Sometimes lay ministers get paid, sometimes they don't. It all depends on the circumstances. But the nonprofessional status does not in any way detract from the ministry of the lay person. Their ministry is just as valid as that of the paid minister."
Sheila ventured, "So instead of going to a school to learn how to be a minister, I get practical on-the-job training. And it doesn't take years to get a degree and is immediately applied to helping people".
"Yes, but Mike is not going to let you go anywhere before he has a chance to fill your tight pussy with his own cock. He has wanted you for just as long as you have wanted him. I have had a hard time restraining him. Sometimes I did restrain him because he was so hard." Jill laughed at her little joke. "But I got all the benefits. Now it's your turn."
Mike took his time eating Sheila's pussy. It was really good. But it had always been good. Mike was an expert.
Sheila lay on her back, knees up, legs spread wide. Jill lay beside her stroking Sheila's breasts, licking and sucking her hard nipples. Their lips met and tongues intertwined. None of this was new to Sheila. She had enjoyed this ménage many times before and things were just as good as ever. The only difference this time, was that Mike was actually going to fuck her pussy.
"I'm ready, Mike, please fuck me now!" Sheila moaned. "I've had to wait so long, please fuck me."
"Uhnt uh." The negative response from Mike was muffled as his head was still buried between Sheila's thighs.
"You have waited this long. You can stand it a little while more. We want this to be special for you" Jill said.
Mike flipped Sheila over, on her knees, shoulders on the mattress, ass in the air. Mike got on his knees and continued eating Sheila from behind. Jill leaned over from Sheila's side and tongued her ass.
"Oh God, that feels so good." Sheila didn't know if she could get any higher. Desire was taking over her mind. Sensibility and rationality were fading away and a fierce sexual hunger was roaring in to take their place. She no longer cared about anything. Sheila just wanted to get fucked.
"Do it now!" Sheila wailed. "Fuck me. I want your cock! Fuck me now!"
"Not yet" Jill said.
Sheila couldn't see what was going on behind her. She could only feel what her two lovers were doing. There was pressure at her ass. At first, Sheila didn't know what Jill was doing, but then she realized that a butt plug was being inserted. A large butt plug.
"I want you to experience a double penetration" Jill told her. "This time it's just a nice plug, but soon it will be live and in person."
When the plug was seated, Sheila sighed. She loved the feeling of fullness in her ass. She loved being fucked in the ass. A plug was a poor substitute for the real thing, but it would do for now.
Jill reached under Sheila and began to finger her clit. They were driving her higher and higher to ecstasy. If they didn't stop, she was going to have a mind blowing orgasm. Just then, Mike pulled his mouth off of Sheila. He stood and started rubbing the head of his cock up and down Sheila's slit. She was so wet, so ready.
Mike slowly pushed his cock into Sheila. He had just put the head inside of her when Sheila began to moan out her orgasm. Her pussy thrust upwards trying to get more of him inside. The cock penetrated ever deeper until Mike bottomed out.
"Oh, fuck" Sheila screamed, "Fuck me hard!" With the plug in her ass and Mike's cock pounding her pussy, Sheila was stretched and penetrated to the point of pain. But there was something about the pain mixed with pleasure that was really turning her on.
Sheila loved being dominated by Mike. He loved her and she could completely let herself go. Teaching at the House of Love had always emphasized submission, but it was always couched in terms of spiritual submission. Now Sheila was experiencing the practical outworking of that doctrine.
Sheila loved feeling Mike's cock fill her. He was deep stroking her slash, taking time to savor the tight feeling of this barely used cunt. Slowly Mike increased speed and force. He began to pound Sheila's pussy.
It didn't take long for Sheila to orgasm. Was it a series, or did she just experience one long continuous peak? She wasn't sure nor, at that moment, did she care. It was the ultimate. The little death. Mike pulled his cock out of Sheila.
"No!" Sheila complained.
But Jill slid under her and clamped her mouth onto Sheila's pussy. Mike repositioned himself for his favorite kind of sex. Back door entry. As Jill worked Sheila with her tongue, Mike pulled the plug and replaced it with his rod.
"Yes, Baby. Yes. Take my ass. Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!" Sheila was screaming as Mike filled her. He immediately began ramming her as hard as he could.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! Faster!"
Mike reamed that asshole without mercy. He fucked Sheila like he had fucked few women before. He had no thought of her pleasure, just how good his cock felt as that tight ring stroked him. His inner animal emerged and Sheila became just another bitch to be fucked into submission.
He piston pumped her as hard and as fast as he could, sensing his orgasm approaching. He wanted to fill this slut's ass with his cum, just as he had so many before. The physical sensations of sex were incredible. But more than that, the mental pleasure of taking another sweet innocent girl from virgin to Magdalene was what really made this so exquisite. Soon her indoctrination would be complete.
Mike and Jill had fucked Sheila to exhaustion. She was sleeping soundly in her bed. They shut the door to their room and were talking in low voices. They did not want to rouse her.
"She really gave herself to us tonight, didn't she?" Mike said.
"Yeah, she went into complete submission. No reservations" Jill observed.
"Do you think she's ready?"
"Yes. She is right there. We just need to get the education process going and have her experience every kind of sex we can. Everything we have done so far has finally got us to the point that she is open and willing to anything we do with her.
She has accepted that God desires for her to have sex. He fucked her using 'Dad's' cock. She wants to submit to God and do what he wants her to do. And she knows that the church is the agency God has created to guide her along the right path. So she will submit to whatever the church says. Especially you, since you are her Deacon and her direct authority. She will submit to the both of us and give her body to be fucked by anyone in any way we direct. It's time. We need to call 'Mom' in the morning.
Chapter 11 – Sheila's Education
The next morning, Sheila began to consider the events of the previous evening. There was an unspoken conversation starting inside her head.
"I thought it would be better. The fucking was great, but something isn't right. Who can I talk to? There's really no one. Can't talk to Jill. Can't talk to 'Mom'. Shit.
Did I build up having Mike's cock in my pussy to an unrealistic level? No, the sex was good. I orgasmed plenty. I loved the way he felt in me. I want to do it again. So what the fuck is wrong with me? What's missing?"
Sheila couldn't figure it out. She had to get ready and go on with her day. Work wasn't going to care if she was having a bad day because she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the great sex she had had last night. It seemed so absurd, like a contradiction to use the thoughts 'great sex' and 'something wrong' in the same sentence. If it made her cum so much, how could it be bad? She would just have to figure it out later.
That same morning, Mike placed a call to 'Mom'.
"Did you call me to tell me that you are coming over to fuck my irresistible ass?" Mom teased. "If you are, then bring Jill because I want her to eat me while you do."
Mike teased her right back. "Well, that's not why I called, but if you are desperate I'll see what I can do. You know how much I love shoving my cock in your back door."
"Oh, I'm never desperate sweet cakes. I have two brothers that I have trained to fuck on command just the way I like it. And then there are the wives also. Best lesbian fucks in town."
"I thought it was your sons you had trained" Mike answered knowing full well the reality of their relationship to 'Mom'.
"You know how it is. Some days I fuck my brothers, some days I fuck my sons. Convenient that they are the same people, isn't it?"
Mike laughed. "I guess so! Anyway, I'm calling about Sheila. She's ready for the in-house education."
"So you finally fucked that little bitch? Took long enough. You did Donna in two weeks as I recall."
"Yeah, but Donna had already been having sex with her father for a long time. With her, I could just appropriate that experience and move in quickly. Sheila started here as a virgin, so we had to take the slow approach. But it was worth it."
"Good fuck?"
"Yes, definitely."
"Well, when I talked to her, I told her I was going to send her over to Marcus and Jenna Stevens' house."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea" Mike replied. "I think that is going to be a bit much for her first time out. We are going to have to ease her into that scene. Need to start out with something a little more, umm, tame than that."
"You think she has a problem with interracial sex?" Mom asked.
"No. I don't think she has a prejudiced bone in her body. It's just that they are so into Bondage. Plus, there is the whole 'Black Bull Fucks White Woman' thing. It's the center piece at all of their events. Yeah, lots of white couples into that, but I think it's too much for Sheila to start out with. Better to wait a while."
"What about Bill and Patty?" 'Mom' asked "They like to swing and usually have something going on with another couple most weekends. Bill loves watching Patty have sex with other men. Women, too. Patty likes watching Bill just as much. Sheila could be the fifth. I think it would be an easier introduction to group. Whatever you think is best. Talk it over with Jill. Get her input on this also."
"Already did. Jill likes the idea of her starting out 'plain vanilla', so to speak. Nothing threatening, just some average sized cocks. Nothing too scary. We need to see how she reacts doing things she has already done with us, but with new people she hasn't really interacted with much. Sex with strangers, but not really strangers, because she has seen them at church.
We will move her towards experiencing Bill and Patty. Bit by bit, you know? That might be a good situation. Especially if we are going to have them double her for the first time."
Sheila arrived at Bill and Patty's about 7PM on Friday night. They usually partied on Fridays so that they could sleep in and recover on Saturday morning. They were a couple in their late 20's, but had no children. That certainly made their lifestyle much less complicated.
The house was a modest sized ranch style. Nothing fancy about it, but mostly well maintained. That was in keeping with the neighborhood. Few owners, mostly renters. It was also in keeping with most of the membership at the House of Love. Blue collar working types, few professionals. Both husband and wife having jobs just to make ends meet.
Patty met Sheila at the front door. Sheila recognized her hostess from church. They had never spoken much before, just the "Hi, how are ya's?" said during greeting time in the middle of the Sunday service. It was typical of the kind of sexual encounters Mike and Jill were directing her to have.
"Come on in" Patty said as she gave Sheila a full hug. Patty pressed herself into Sheila's body. She tilted her head so that she could nuzzle Sheila's neck. Patty's tongue lightly dragged on her skin and traveled up to where her lips closed on the ear lobe. After lightly sucking, Sheila heard whispered into her ear, "I've wanted to party with you for so long. I'm already wet."
Patty pulled Sheila through the front door and swung it shut behind them. She then pushed Sheila back up against the door and took Sheila's hand in hers. Patty pulled up her short skirt directed Sheila's fingers into the wetness between her thighs. One finger penetrated Patty's hot cunt.
"See how wet I am?" Sheila's hand was pulled away and redirected to her mouth. Patty pressed Sheila's now wet fingers between her own lips. Sheila rolled her tongue around them and cleaned Patty's pussy juice off.
"Do you like the taste? I love the taste of good pussy. I'm sure I will love the taste of yours."
Sheila was somewhat takes aback by the abruptness of the sexual contact. No warm up. Just full ahead into sex play. Patty didn't seem interested in Sheila as a person so much. She felt like she was just a sex object that Patty wanted to play with.
Patty turned and taking Sheila by the hand, led her further into the house. The furnishings were as modest as the rest of the house. Everything was serviceable, but nothing expensive or fancy.
"What is that?" Sheila asked referring to a collection of straps hanging from the ceiling. There were sex toys scattered about the room, but Sheila had never seen anything like the contraption hanging from the ceiling.
"Oh, that's a sex swing. It's a lot of fun. You sit in it and it allows you to be taken any number of ways. Real convenient if you are into multiple partners at once. But don't do anything you are not into. If you don't like it, don't do it.
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nto anything.
I know you have seen the sex toys and bits of rope and some floggers that I have taken out. Don't worry. We just have fun. We are not into serious domination like some are."
"Are there people like that in church? I mean into serious domination?"
Patty just looked at Sheila in amazement. It was then that Patty realized Sheila actually did not know what the House of Love was really about. How could anyone be so naive?
Patty was one of those who participated in the social life of the church having clarity concerning how things were. Not only knew, but reveled in it, enthusiastically promoted it. Sex without restrictions.
"Yes, not many, but some. I'm sure that Mike will have you make a stop there along the tour."
"Tour of what?" Sheila asked.
Patty was surprised that Sheila wasn't following what she was talking about. "Your sex tour baby. That's what this is all about. You are here to be exposed to new kinds of sex and learn lots of new ways to fuck. Try everything. You will find a lot of things you really like that you never thought you would. That's what happened to Bill and me.
We started swinging after 'Mom' hooked us up with other couples and told me to try out new cocks. Bill got new pussy to fuck and turns out we both liked it. We would have never thought so until we gave in and tried it out. There's other stuff we found out about, but you will see that later. For now, relax and have a drink if you like while we wait for late arrivals."
It wasn't long before there was another knock on the front door. In walked another couple, Jim and Susan Williams. They were about the same age as Bill and Patty. Jim walked directly over to Patty and embraced her while starting a passionate kiss. His hand slid up to encompass her breast. Their sexual contact was just as abrupt as hers and Patty's had been.
"Wow! Miss me sailor?" Patty asked when they broke the kiss. All four of the partners laughed.
"He's always had a thing for you, girl" Susan said as she walking over to Patty. "I do believe that he would rather have you than his wife. Last night, when we fucked, he deliberately looked right into my eyes and kept calling me 'Patty'."
Susan's hand caressed Patty's other breast while her lips replaced her husband's.
"Ahem!" Bill loudly and theatrically cleared his throat. "I think I am being neglected here."
Jim walked over to Bill. Much to Sheila's surprise, he engaged Bill in a deep kiss. It was every bit as passionate as the one he had given to Patty. Jim's hand stroked Bill's cock through his pants. The kiss continued as Bill's hand reached around to pull Jim's head in harder.
Sheila sat down on the couch as she was too stunned to remain standing. Susan and Patty sat on either side of her.
"You didn't think only women were bisexual, did you?" Susan asked.
"I just never thought about it" Sheila replied.
"We love watching boys fuck" Patty added to the conversation. "It really gets Susan and I wound up. It's so hot watching them. Don't you think so?"
Sheila watched as Bill sank to his knees and unleashed Jim's cock. As he withdrew it from Jim's pants, he lovingly stroked it, wrapping his fingers around its girth. Then Bill brought his head forward until the head parted his lips and drove into his mouth.
Sheila could observe Bill's action as his tongue rolled around while his whole head bobbed back and forth along the shaft. Patty and Susan were both jilling themselves off at a furious rate. It was obvious that they both really did enjoy watching their husbands go bisexual.
Jim spoke to Bill. "That's right, boy. Suck my cock. Get it nice and hard so I can use it to fuck your wife. She's told me how much she wants me to fuck her while we make you watch. You want that don't you? You want to watch your wife become my little fuck slut, don't you?"
Bill could only mumble his assent, as his mouth was still full of Jim's cock.
Patty leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear. "This is just a little game we like to play when we get together. They take turns playing each part. The boys know that it gets us girls really hot and ready to fuck. We haven't been able to convince them to do anal yet. Oral is as far as they will go, but there's always next time!"
Jim pulled his cock out of Bill's mouth and walked directly over to Patty. He knelt in front of her and pulled her hips toward him until her pussy hung out over the edge of the couch. His hips rocked forward and the hard cock he sported drove straight into Patty's cunt, all the way to the root.
"Fuck, yeah!" Patty screamed. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck me hard! Are you watching a real man fuck me, Bill?"
While Jim began to piston pump Patty, Susan got off of the couch and swung around to kneel in front of Sheila.
"Time to get you ready to play" she said to Sheila.
With that, she dove into Sheila's slit and began to eat her out with passion. Susan was into pussy and Sheila was going to enjoy the benefits of her desire. The ministrations to her sex were taking her to heights of pleasure and getting her ready for what Susan had implied.
"Yeah, baby. Now that you're wet, it's time for a good fuck. Bill get over here and fill up this cunt."
Bill knelt in front of Sheila and much as Jim had done to Patty, he pulled Sheila's hips forward and pushed straight in.
"Fuck! She's so tight!" Bill said. "Oh God. She's almost like a virgin!"
The rest of the evening was spent exploring every combination of persons and holes the five of them could conjure. They finally would down around midnight, all of them sexually spent. Sheila declined the invitation to stay the night as she wanted to recover in her own bed and not be awakened in the morning.
"How was your evening?" Jill asked Sheila when she had awakened.
"Well, there were some things that surprised me" Sheila replied.
"Like what?"
Sheila thought for a moment before saying anything. She wanted to be careful how she said what she wanted to express. Being misunderstood wouldn't be helpful.
"I was surprised by how there was no warm up before sex. Patty kind of went right at me as soon as I got there. And when Jim and Susan showed up, it was much the same. 'Hi! How are you? Let's fuck.'
It was different for me, because all my previous encounters began with a relationship of some sort. There was a connection with the people I was having sex with. Even when I had sex with the girls at the Women's Meeting, I still felt part of the group. But last night it was just about a physical sensation of sexual pleasure and having orgasms.
I was also surprised by Bill and Jim's bi-sexual play. I don't know why I was surprised, really. I shouldn't have been, I think. I mean, I have sex with girls, so it shouldn't be a problem if guys get together also.
But overall while the sex was good, I got off lots of times, I am still having a problem with it being so impersonal. I had sex with people that I have seen before, but who aren't actually my friends. I don't have any actual relationship other than we go to the same church."
Jill considered how she would be able to lead Sheila forward on her journey to Magdalene. Sheila was at a crucial stage and Jill did not want all of their hard work to go to waste. This girl had potential to be one of the most productive Magdalenes the church had ever produced. She could do wonders for the church, if they could just get her over this hump.
"You have to think of it this way" Jill began. "When 'Dad' or Mike teach or preach, they are providing a service. The particular service at that moment is knowledge, or may be encouragement, or maybe comfort. But different people accept that service in different ways and to different extent.
Some are able to accept it totally. Others are not quite so far along in their spiritual maturity. And you will also find that some people take very well to one part of the message, but not so well to other aspects of what we teach.
When we minister to people, we have to take people for who they are and where they are at. Everyone is different and we must make allowances for that. Your session last night may have seemed strange to you, but consider that both of those couples have known each other for years and this is not the first time they have played together. So along the way, they have worked out what works well for them.
As far as not having an emotional connection, that is just the way it works out sometimes. When we minister to people, whether it is preaching, or in your case the practical demonstration of love, we don't always get to have that connection with everyone to whom we minister. It's just not possible.
Mike can't stand in a room of fifty people and have, at that moment, an emotional connection with every one of them. He has to give out his ministry as best as he is able without having the lack of that tie stop him from sharing with them.
It's the same for your ministry. Sometimes you just have to perform the ministry to which you are called, regardless of your feelings. You just have to demonstrate practical love whether you have feeling to accompany that act of ministry or not."
"I think I understand" Sheila said. "Mike may not feel like teaching or maybe doing counseling on any given day or to a particular group, but he does it anyway because he is called to that ministry."
"That's right" Jill stated. "Because it is not about Mike, or you at that point, it's about them. It is always about the ministry service you are providing for their benefit. And we provide that service whether we feel a connection or not.
One other thing we need to talk about. And that is ways to make your ministry more effective."
Jill brought out a small, black three ring note book and handed it to Sheila.
"This is small enough so that you can carry it with you or hide it away somewhere so that no one will be able to find it. Because you are going to fill it with very sensitive personal information about the people that you minister to. After every ministry session, you will need to write down everything you know about how to effectively communicate love to them.
Along with their personal information like birthdates, family information, phone numbers and things such as that, you will also need to record what they like sexually and what they don't. In other words, what communicates love to that particular person. This will be most important going forward in your ministry.
If there is a next time with them, you can refer to your little black book and be better prepared for your next encounter. But guard it well, because sometimes what you write in there could do a lot of damage, if it was to be made public knowledge. Understand?"
Sheila assured Jill that she did understand, and that she would be very careful with the book.
"Good. Because I have a new schedule of appointments for you. Remember that you may continue to see things that will be new and maybe surprising. I am trying to give you the broadest exposure possible to the variety of ways in which people give and receive love.
This is your training ground. Learn everything you can so that when you are released into the next level of ministry, you won't be surprised by what you see and you can handle the situation in order to be effective in your communication of love."
Sheila spoke. "I am so excited by the prospect of learning how to be an effective minister. I have thought about how good it would be to be able to show love in a practical way to people who needed it. And I am looking forward to that the next level of her ministry. I want to be a Magdalene. I'm not even sure what that is, but I know it is the next higher step. And you, Mike and 'Mom' would only guide me on a good path."
Sheila continued to expand her sexual horizons through her encounters with various members of the church. When she had gone through most of the core members, those who were allowed to participate in the knowledge of deeper spiritual truths, there came a point where there was little she had not seen and tried.
One effect was that Sheila arrived at a place where the emotional connections did not matter so much. She was there to fuck, and through sex, offer to people the love that they needed. It didn't matter if she liked the sex she was having. While she certainly did most of the time, what mattered most was that the people she was ministering to were satisfied.
One day Jill and Mike approached her and said that they needed to talk with her.
"Your training is almost done" Mike told her. "Jill has very effectively managed your education and the gaining of the experience you will need as a Magdalene. But there is one last encounter you need. A kind of test for you to see if you are really ready to minister to all kinds of people.
As you know, some kinds of people are easier to minister to that others. Sometimes it is because our personalities or preferences clash. That just happens with people. But we have to be able to get over it in order to minister to the world. And that is where our ministry is headed, out into the world. Soon you will be ministering outside the comfort of our church family.
So we are finally going to send you to Marcus and Jenna Stevens' house. There you will see a way of loving that not everyone can accept. You may not either. Or you may find that you really get into what they do. It might be that there is one side or the other of what they do that gets you really turned on. But no matter how you feel about it, you still need to know that this is the way some people do love."
Chapter 12 – "U" Turn
The Steven's were not the typical church members. That is, they were not financially stressed. Both husband and wife were professional somethingrthers. Nor were they as young as most. Many considered them to be "old". That is how lots of people in their late teens and early Twenties viewed someone who had passed Thirty.
The most conspicuous difference was that they were an interracial couple. That was most unusual. It was not always accepted by society in that time and place. Sheila thought that Marcus looked like a football player. Maybe a lineman, large, muscular, very black. Sheila didn't know much about American football, but she did know that the really big, powerful guys were on the line. She also knew that the most aggressive played offense.
Sheila considered Jenna to be one of the prettiest women in the church. Certainly on par with Jill. Personality wise, they almost seemed to be sisters. Sheila didn't know Jenna much at all. But she and Jill seemed to be of one mind in their attitude toward most things.
Jenna was what people called a hardbody. Flat stomach, toned muscles, someone who spent time doing workouts. Beautiful face, large breasts, killer body, she could have easily been making a living as a model. Men in the church fawned over her. Some of the women, too. Like a queen bee being attended by drones. And her attitude toward them was much the same. Their attention was her due.
Not that she was ever overtly unkind to anyone. She simply expected their compliance. Marcus seemed to be much the same. There was no obvious compulsion. It was simply that if one chose to be in orbit around them, then one submitted to their dominance. And they did absolutely rule all their domain.
One afternoon, Sheila received a phone call.
"Hello. This is Jenna Stevens. I am trying to reach Sheila."
"That's me. What can I do for you?" Sheila replied.
With a bit of mirth in her voice, Jenna said, "Well we can discuss that some time when we are a bit more intimate. I can think of all sort of things you can do for me. But what I am calling about is that I would like to invite you to an event at our house. 'Mom' Baylor has requested for me to include you. It is something I have wanted to do for a while now, but I was told that you were not ready. Also, I would like to meet you and get to know you before you attend. Would that be alright with you?"
Sheila was somewhat taken aback by the aggressive flirting from someone she didn't know at all. Also, a personal invitation from Jenna was surprising. Sheila did not consider herself to be on the same level as the Stevens. She thought their station in the scheme of things to be above hers, but she sensed no condescension from Jenna. She was being treated as an equal. It was not what she expected.
"Of course, I would love to."
"I'll come pick you up at your house."
Jenna arrived on the agreed evening. She had insisted on driving Sheila to their destination. Sheila realized that using Jenna's car and having her drive them both, put Jenna in control. Which is what Jenna wanted.
"Where are we going?" Sheila inquired.
"Some where I am sure you have never been. It may be uncomfortable for you, but maybe that's the point of it all. Expanding one's horizons is often stressing because we are drawn outside of that which is known, safe, and reassuring.
'Mom' has been providing a social/sexual education for you. Marcus and I are going to be a part of that process, but at a new level. You need to know who you are and I can see that you do not yet understand your place."
They arrived at an inconspicuous building. It could have been anything, a business, a warehouse, or a club. And that is what it was. A club that didn't want to attract attention. A club with no sign to announce itself. The kind of place where you had to know someone to even know that the place existed.
Sheila was not surprised to find that Jenna had taken her into a dimly lit room. It just kind of went with the vibe she was getting from Jenna. They held hands as Jenna took the lead and walked Sheila over to an unoccupied table. Not a table at which one would sit. It was tall with no chairs in evidence. This was designed to accommodate its patrons standing.
A waitress approached. Her appearance was that of a very young waif. Thin, long blond hair, small breast which flashed through the loosely fitting blouse. Not that it would have mattered that much, as the material was so sheer as to leave little to the imagination.
The face was impossibly young. But Sheila knew that it's appearance must be deceiving. There was no way that any underage girls would be allowed in this place, let alone serving liquor.
As her eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light, the next thing Sheila noticed was the people. There were pairs or small groups of very feminine women, mixed couples at some tables, and scattered groups of very masculine men, most of whom were not very attractive.
Most of then looked at least a little overweight and sported man boobs. The plaid shirts, blue jeans and work boots spoke of rough, hard working men. Blue collar types come in to blow off some steam.
But something didn't fit. The décor was very upscale and the sound system was definitely premium. Not some jukebox in a honky-tonk. The music was techno pop that had just recently become popular. Sheila had heard that it was designed for the express purpose of making the listener want to fuck. The driving beat did make her want to move.
"Tell me what you see" Jenna said to Sheila.
"What do you mean?" Sheila replied.
"Look around and tell me what you see in this place. Describe it. What are your first impressions?"
"I don't know" Sheila mused. "It seems odd."
"How so?"
'Well the outside looks like this would be a dive. But inside it looks expensive."
Jenna nodded to indicate that Sheila was correct. "It is. This place is very expensive."
Sheila continued, "The music doesn't seem to fit the patrons. At least, some of them. I would expect to see most of these guys at a shit-kicker bar. But many of the women are dressed to the nines. The two groups don't seem to fit. Their appearances clash. It's like they are from two different planets or something."
"They're not. So if their appearance seems to divide them, think of what would be bringing them together. Why would they spend this kind of money to be here? What is their common purpose?"
"So I need to think about why these red neck guys would be in a bar with all of these very feminine, high maintenance women?"
"Yes, but you have missed a very important clue."
"What would that be?"
"There are no males in this bar."
Sheila's mouth fell open in complete shock. She was literally speechless.
Jenna continued. "Don't assume that what you see at first blush, is reality. You need to look closer before making judgments about who people are."
"What is this place?"
"A very expensive, very exclusive, very quietly run club whose owners work hard to keep its existence off of the public's radar."
"What is so important about that?"
"Many of the very feminine, 'high maintenance" women, as you called them, are exactly that. They are married to politicians, judges, and legislators. Actually, the wife and daughter of the county sheriff are here tonight. This place is well protected, so to speak. They come here to get what they want, but can't expose to the world. What they need is sex that is taboo, forbidden, and sometimes illegal."
"So how does that happen? I mean, how do they get away with a place like this?"
"It's the golden rule. Those that have the gold make the rule. Money is power. Those with power can make their own rules. One set of rules for the little people. Another set for those who have the ability to make things the way that they want them to be. But money is not the only source of power. Often it is the most fragile."
"What kind of power would top wealth?" Sheila asked.
"Spiritual power. The kind that you have."
"I have?" Sheila was incredulous. "I haven't got any power! What do you mean?"
"You have great power, but you have not yet realized it. That is why we are here. You need to begin to understand who you are. You are Mary. In the church, you have more authority than anyone except 'Mom'. You have more power than anyone including 'Dad' and Mike. Your only peers are the other Marys. Together, you control everything at the House of Love."
Sheila continued to be dumbfounded at what Jenna was saying.
"You control who fucks who. You give blessing to who marries whom and how long they continue to be. If you like, you can reassign a spouse to a new lover. If you want to punish someone, make them watch while their old mate fucks the new. Anything within the inner circle of the House of Love is yours for the taking. Any sex, any person, any possession."
"This is crazy" Sheila croaked. "What does the House of Love have to do with this place? And why did you bring me here?"
"The church actually has no direct ties to this place at all, except for the fact that at the highest levels the social circles overlap. You will get to know many of the powerful women who frequent this place and, at times, you will find yourself their guest at this and other secret clubs. You will be joining them in certain activities.
You are here to learn something. First, don't make assumption about people. You thought that the so-called rednecks were men. Next you are assuming that they are the dominants. Wrong on both counts.
Most of the femmes here are wealthy and well connected into the power structure that runs this town. Some that run this state and the country. They are dominants.
Most of what you assumed are the bulls, are actually submissives. The look belies their insecurity, which the truly powerful exploit and use to their own gratification. But do not assume you know who is what. Because there are many exceptions to even that 'rule'. Some 'bulls' are very aggressive. Some of the femmes come here to be dominated. Discriminating between them is something you will learn to do.
Second, you are here to learn a little about your own power and how to use it. A kind of preliminary introduction. You must learn to take what you want. See something you like? Reach out and grab it. Do with it whatever you will. You have that kind of authority in the church.
Most people are sheep. They don't want to think for themselves. They don't want to have to decide their own life. They are lazy and content to follow, as long as the grazing is good. They will do whatever the shepherd wants. That's how the House of Love is structured. In fact, that is why it exists. So that the shepherds can get what they want from the sheep who are happy to give it, in exchange for the illusion of safety.
Convince them that God speaks through you, then tell them that God wants this or that. Tell a man that God wants him to share his wife with others, like Joseph shared Mary with God. Then watch him deliver his wife to be fucked by anyone you chose. You are at the top of the food chain. Eat whatever you desire.
Now a little demonstration. See that girl standing at the bar?"
"Who? I don't know who you mean." Sheila said.
"The very young looking one. The one looking at you." Jenna pointed her out.
"Oh, I see her now. What about her?"
The girl in question was dressed for sex. Her dress offered, the teased. It hid and revealed at the same time. It was the kind of outfit that seemed to create more nudity than being altogether naked.
"She is waiting for you. I want you to walk over to her and give her a passionate open mouth kiss. Curl her toes."
Sheila objected. "She looks way too young. Why is she in this place anyway? Isn't it against the law for someone so young to be in here?"
"Don't worry. She passed her eighteenth birthday."
"Can't be by much!" Sheila said.
Jenna gave a sly smile. "Doesn't matter how much. Just that she did. And don't worry about her. She is very, very experienced and she wants to submit to you. In fact, she has been prepared for you. Now go over there and take her. When you do, as you kiss her, reach up under her skirt, cup her cunt, and push a couple of fingers inside. You will find her wet and most willing."
"Won't everyone see me?"
"Kind of the point."
It was something of a turnn for Sheila. Power is very sexy, for both them that take, and them that give. The whole idea had Sheila getting wet. Here was a knockout young girl who apparently was willing to completely submit to any of Sheila's desires. Who wouldn't want that? And so Sheila did exactly that. Without a word, she walked to the bar, took the girl and kissed her. Without any preliminaries, Sheila also reached up under the girl's skirt and began to finger fuck her, right there in full sight of everyone, making it very obvious what she was doing.
The girl made no effort to hide the event. She wanted everyone to see what Sheila was doing to her. She was proud that she had been counted as worthy to be the sexual submissive of the newest Mary.
Sheila didn't realize that Jenna had walked to where she stood stroking the girl for all the world to see.
"Bring her. We have other places to go tonight."
After a thirty-minute ride, they arrived at the strip club that was right next to the House of Love. Sheila had never been inside. She had never conceived of a reason to do so.
"Why did we stop here?" Sheila was curious.
"To see a different kind of power" Jenna replied.
Jenna led the small group straight into the entrance. The beefy bouncer just nodded toward them as they approached. The sign declared the cover charge due, which was promptly ignored as they were let inside. As they encountered various people who Sheila assumed were employees. There were brief acknowledgements made. People quietly greeted, nodded their heads and/or side stepped out of the way. Jenna was treated with deference by the employees of the establishment.
Sheila wondered if this was the different kind of power that Jenna had referred to when she spoke of it. There was no way of knowing at that moment, but Sheila did take notice of the subtle display. Jenna had behaved in a way that assumed rather than demanded.
They proceeded deeper into the building. On the right was a large, dimly lit, circular room. It had a continuous upholstered bench around the perimeter with small tables in front of it at regular intervals. Cocktail waitresses moved along it, gathering and replacing empty glasses.
In the center was a raised circular platform. It featured a large vertical pole and a very nude woman. In contrast to the rest of the room, the stage was brightly lighted. The woman sensually danced before the patrons.
"She owns them" Jenna whispered. "Those men will do what she wants of them, and are paying her for the privilege of being under her domination. Watch her power. People think that these men are exploiting her. But it is she who exploits them.
Their cocks are rock hard and they want to fuck her, but they can't have her. They buy drinks and give her tips, literally throw money at her, to maintain the illusion that they can have her. But they never will. That's power."
"Is that what you wanted me to see? That kind of power over people?" Sheila asked.
"That's part of it. But you already noticed the kind of power on display when we walked in here. Now this other kind of power wielded by the dancer. But power can be displayed and enjoyed in many different ways."
Jenna led them deeper into the building down a long corridor toward another door. In front of the door stood three people. Two of them were very large men. They looked to be in the three hundred plus pound range, impressively huge. The third was a small Asian woman.
Jenna turned toward Sheila. "Tell me what you see."
Sheila stood still and tried to puzzle out what Jenna was talking about. Two very powerful looking males and one female only one third their size. It took her a moment, then it became very clear to Sheila what Jenna was showing her. She was very surprised by the revelation.
"She is the deadly one. She could take out both of those men anytime she wanted to and they both know it. She has all the power."
"Very good. How do you know?" Jenna asked.
"I'm not sure. It is not anything overt. But I can definitely see it." Sheila answered.
"Good. Your subconscious mind is reading the clues from body language. There may well be some metaphysical things going on as well. Those usually take a longer time to develop.
As you progress, you will learn to recognize power exchanges going on all around you. You will be able to consciously look for and recognize them. This will become an increasingly important skill as you step into Magdalene."
Sheila inquired, "Who is she?"
"She is Si Fu. She is a master of Northern Chinese Praying Mantis style of Kung Fu. And you are quite right in your assessment that she is very deadly in a fight. I will also tell you that she is an amazing fuck in bed. A real freak in the sheets. You may choose to experience her submission for yourself."
"How could I have her submit to me?" Sheila was amazed that Jenna could suggest such a thing.
"You do not yet understand who you are. What "Mary" is. Again, you are more powerful, have more authority than anyone in the church, except 'Mom' and the other Marys. 'Mom' is the first among equals, and has the ultimate authority. Don't challenge her. And whatever you do, don't cross her" Jenna explained.
"But what about 'Dad' and Mike and the other male Deacons? And Jill and the others who have been directing me?"
"Oh dear," Jenna sighed. "You do have a lot to learn."
As they moved toward the three blocking the way, the small woman barked out a word Sheila could only assume was Chinese. Instantly, the two men flattened their backs against the walls, making as much room as possible for them to pass. The Asian made a slight bow to Jenna and stepped out of the way.
As Jenna passed, she then stepped back to her original position, again blocking the passage and now standing directly in front of Sheila. Sheila wondered if this woman intended to allow her to pass at all. But to her amazement, the woman slowly sunk to her knees, bent forward until her face touched the ground. She was prostrate at Sheila's feet, in a position of worship.
Sheila looked at Jenna who had turned to observe after she has been passed by the guards. She gave Jenna a look of, "What the hell do I do now?" Jenna responded with a small movement of her hand, palm up, fingers flexing together in an up and down motion. Sheila understood.
"You may rise" Sheila intoned, sounding imperious and awkward at the same time. The whole thing made her feel ridiculous, yet powerful.
The small woman raised her torso, then gracefully stood. Her head was still bowed as she moved to the side to let Sheila and her new submissive pass.
"You get used to it" Jenna said as they closed the gap. "And it becomes more delicious the more you taste it. Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac."
They had finally reached the door and entered. Sheila put her hand on the door knob. But she did not open it. Slowly her hand released the knob and returned to her side. Her entourage stared at her wondering what was next. If they asked, Sheila could not tell them because, at that moment, she was having an intense conversation with herself.
Everything Sheila had been shown this night was about power. But the power offered was very seductive. It was a powerful aphrodisiac which she had experienced in the club. But there was something not right. Something was nagging in the far back of Sheila's mind that told her to not open the door. Whatever it was ill-defined. But it was there and insistent.
Jenna had said things to her about the church, and its relation to power and submission. But Sheila didn't understand just what Jenna was saying. She heard the words, but they did not fit the paradigm Sheila had formed about her circumstances. So the information did not penetrate into her thinking. It was confusing.
What Sheila did realize was that she was being herded. People were controlling her. She was being directed from one place and event to another. She was being shown a path designed by others. They said she had great power. But she was following their agenda.
She was given a willing slave, who would try to fulfill any desire she had. Jenna introduced her to the idea power over another was an intense sexual stimulant. And it was, but is that what she wanted?
She was shown a woman who had power over men and used it to make money. But is that how Sheila wanted to use power? And she surmised that whatever lay behind that door was more of the same. Except it would be deeper, darker and more exploitive.
Time to find out if she had actual power or was that an illusion. Everyone was saying she had it. But were they telling the truth, or just telling her what would feed her lust for it?
"Thank you for the tour, but I wish to go home."
Sheila did not offer an explanation. If she had the power they claimed she had, none was necessary. I would not matter the reason, only that it was what she desired.
As she began to move away from the door none of her keepers moved. They were too stunned that she had not entered the room. Jenna had expected to show Sheila how to indulge her darkest desires. To feed her a massive dose of the drug called power that would keep her in addiction for the rest of her life. Once it had a hold of someone, it was almost impossible to kick the habit.
"Everything was going so well," Jenna thought. "What happened? We almost had her." Jenna would have to report the failure.
Sheila walked past the entourage, past the guards, to the bouncers at the entrance. She never once looked back to see if anyone was following her.
"I want a limo here now" she said firmly.
"That would take an hour to get here" the bouncer replied.
"Does the owner of this establishment have a limo and driver awaiting his needs on the premises?"
"Yes mistress, but they are only..." the large man began to reply.
Sheila cut him off. "That will do nicely."
The man looked like a deer in headlights.
"Now!"
The limo had a very nice ride. It was a comfortable trip home. Sheila had commanded the driver to leave the club immediately. Her new submissive had made it inside before the driver sped away. Now she was kneeling on the floor of the rear seating area right in front of Sheila.
"May I pleasure you now, Mistress?" as she opened her blouse to reveal perfect breasts.
"Will you do anything I want?"
"Yes, Mistress. I will do my best to fulfill any desire you have."
"Good. Close your blouse, sit your ass in the seat, and put on your seat belt." Sheila continued, "Where do you live?"
The girl was confused by Sheila's very odd question. "With you Mistress. I am yours to bed and use."
"Where did you live before tonight? Could you return there to live while you await my pleasure?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Then that is my desire" Sheila directed. Then to the driver Sheila said, "After you drop me off at my house, take this woman wherever she needs to go. Then you may return to the club."
"What the hell happened?" Jill asked. "You just walked out of the club, commandeered the owner's limo, and sent the girl home. What were you thinking?"
"It's way too early in the morning for this conversation" Sheila said to herself.
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